In the quiet of the evening, an irate hamster snuck through the neighborhood of Tranquil Repose. As she was completely butt-ass naked, she had to keep away from the streetlights and stumble through the dark backyards. She fell in a pool. She accidentally put her foot through a child's playhouse. She fell on a rose bush. She had a really bad time.

But Ms Cumberland finally found her own house and jumped over the fence to get to the front yard.

She ignored the crumpled front of her car. That was about what she expected once she realized Heather was going to be driving. She'd deal with that later.

Ms Cumberland found the spare key inside a lawn gnome and unlocked her front door.

Thank goodness, she'd gotten home without being spotted, now she could flop right in bed.

But she'd briefly forgotten that a demon was in control of her life.

"Hey, fat-ass! Took you long enough! I had time to rob a store with how long it took you to jiggle your way here."

The bird bane of Ms Cumberland's existence had piled up a bunch of unfamiliar clothes on the floor of the living room and then piled up a bunch of junk food on top of that. As Ms Cumberland walked in, Heather dipped a brush into some red paint and started painting a circle around the pile. On Ms Cumberland's nice carpet in her nice living room!

"My nice living room," Heather said.

"Of course... master," Ms Cumberland grumbled.

"Good girl." Heather walked over and booped Ms Cumberland in the nose with the paintbrush. Smearing red paint all over the hamster's face.

Ms Cumberland wiped her face on her arm, which just spread the problem around.

"And what are you doing to m- your nice living room carpet? Master."

"Finally getting some competent help around here, hopefully!"

Ms Cumberland didn't get it. But she felt like that comment was definitely aimed at her.

Heather snapped and pointed at the red circle. It glowed with coruscating energy. For the briefest moment, Ms Cumberland thought she saw another world. And then the circle faded.

Was that it?

Heather poked Ms Cumberland in the boob with the paintbrush. "Shut up your brain and look!"

Ms Cumberland gasped. There was something moving under the pile! The clothing mounded up like wormsign as a shape rooted around. A horrible hand groped out of the pile, seized some of the junk food, and dragged it down. Horrible noises emerged from beneath the clothes!

"I don't have the patience for this," Heather complained. She reached into the pile and pulled up a horrible little girl with a spade tail, horns, and an unruly mane of hair. She was dressed in some of the clothes Ms Cumberland had seen in the pile. Heather dropped the girl on the pile. The girl ripped open a bag of chips and started chomping on them, revealing a forked tongue and sharp teeth.

"What. THE FUCK??" yelled Ms Cumberland. "IS THAT???"

"Hellooooo~" said the horrible creature, lazily staring at Ms Cumberland. Crumbs sprayed from her mouth. "You've got a red tit."

"This is a gremlin from the Netherworld," Heather said. "Basically a little demon that thrives on chaos. This particular one was bound to my service before I... came here. I used the energy I earned from squeezing you into that dress and showing you off tonight. Tore open a teeny portal and drag this idler through."

"Princess Razor Tongue!" said the horrible gremlin, looking surprised. "Ain't you supposed to have a fuckton of tentacles fucking you every which way there is to be fucking fucked?"

Heather picked up the gremlin by the horns and tossed her across the room. She hit the wall hard enough to dent it, bounced off, and landed on - and collapsed - a perfectly nice coffee table.

The horrible girl giggled and sat up, bits of broken wood stuck in her hair. "S'that a no?"

"Are we going to have a problem, little demon?" asked Heather, danger in her voice.

"Why we have a problem, princess?" the horrible thing sounded confused. "Why would it matter to a gremlin what big demons doing or not doing? You're the boss of you and me. You bring me here because you have task for little grabby hands. Okay!" She stuck her tongue out and wiggled her fingers.

"And this is why I love you horrible little creatures," Heather cooed. She tousled the gremlin's hair. The creature twisted and bit the hand but Heather didn't notice. "They know their place, Fanny. Take notes."

"There's plenty room for note-taking on her ass," the gremlin observed. She experimentally picked up one of the bigger pieces of broken table and started gnawing on it.

Ms Cumberland pressed on her eyes, inadvertently spreading paint over more of her face. "This... thing is going to be living here now?"

"She's here to work, not to live," Heather scolded. "Haven't you been listening?"

"Yeah yeah, pay attention, red tit! ... Okay, s'what am I doing though? Is it snacks? There's snacks over there."

"You will go to Grimaldi University and find this girl," Heather commanded. She took out a clipping from a high school student newspaper. There was a small picture of a fox with a goofy smile below the headline "GRACE HORMEL WINS GIFT CARD IN RAFFLE FOR STUDENTS WITH PERFECT ATTENDANCE"

"Boom, there, found!" the gremlin said poking the newspaper so hard that her clawed finger went through. "What next?"

"... Fanny, your job is to teach her to be not this stupid," Heather said, smoothly shifting gears.

Ms Cumberland looked at the horrible gremlin, who by now had re-found her way over to the junk food so she was at least eating food that was food. ... And the wrappers too. The hamster found that she didn't want to interact with this... thing at all.

"But I don't want to."

"Aw, I know," Heather said. She patted Ms Cumberland on the ass. "Butt you're gonna. I have important business with an Oracle to get around to actually getting around to and I can't be micromanaging the gremlin."

"Heather- Master, can we table this for now? Can I please go to bed?"

"You think I want paint all over my nice sheets? Get your fanny in the bathtub, Fanny!"

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Another new character? Another new character.

Saw this adopt a while ago. Thought about all the story possibilities from Heather summoning a demonic helper and here we are.

Gremlins aren't really given names because that would imply they have individual value but this one responds to "Hey You", "Nasty Little Thing", "Horrible Creature", or just Gremlin and any way you'd like to truncate that word.

Lesser demons aren't complicated creatures and they aren't under a lot of illusions about their lives. They listen to whatever "proper" demon they're bound to and find time on the side to pursue their own weird little whims and impulses. They're also not very reliable but can learn to do one thing reasonably well.

This particular gremlin served Lord Silver Tongue for untold centuries as a doorstop until Razor Tongue complained that she needed someone to bring her snacks while she watched some entertaining bozos.

She'd had a goblin at one point but eh she'd misplaced that. And Razor Tongue had other staff but they were doing other things. Razor Tongue wanted specifically a snack person for this specific activity of watching idiots fail to plan anything.

Ever the doting father to his favorite daughter, Lord Silver Tongue just grabbed a gremlin from a group of them and told her to obey Razor Tongue.

The Princess' Official Snack Go-Getter for the Occasion of Feeling Superior to a Conspiracy of Dunces hadn't been on the job long before the idiots managed to get Razor Tongue in trouble. Which Razor Tongue turned into bigger trouble for herself.

Nobody really told the gremlin to go back to her old job so between then and now, she'd just been loitering. But now Razor Tongue is calling her back into service! What an exciting life for a gremlin!

Fanny's night is following up from this.

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Horrible gremlin owned by me
Art and adopt by  kastoluza