Look at me, I'm the babysitter now

Manon jumped out at her, giving her best horror movie wail, and despite herself Marinette couldn't help the squeal that escaped her lips or how she reflexively jumped back, heart racing. A moment later, the sounds of self-satisfied laughter brought her back to her senses.

The girl was laughing like a hyena, while pointing in Marinette's direction. Marinette found herself a tad confused. Her reaction couldn't have been that funny, right? For a moment, Marinette looked behind herself, thinking maybe there was something back there that caught the girl's eye and could explain her behavior, but she found nothing. "Uh, Manon, what are you laughing at?" She asked, hesitantly. It had to be something to do with her, she was sure.

"You-you-you," Manon kept trying, her laughter cutting her off. "I scared you so much you wet yourself!" She practically screamed the last part before returning to her fit of laughter, feeling proud of herself.

"What!" Marinette said, her eyes darting down, hurriedly. She didn't - there's no way she did, she would've noticed. She saw her panties were wet, yes, but that was because she didn't have time to dry off from her bath! There was no puddle or any sign that she had actually wet herself. Her cheeks still burned a brilliant red all the same. "No-no I didn't, Manon!" She said, grabbing the front of her shirt and trying to pull it down to cover herself. It made the shirt rise up in the back and stretch tighter in the front, making her nipples even more apparent through the fabric. "I ran down here from a bath because your mom needed me to babysit you last minute - I didn't have time to dry off or get all the way dressed first!"

Manon stopped laughing. Her whole demeanor changed in an instant, looking upset, angry even. Marinette was confused by the sudden change, until she realized what she just said... Manon hated the word "babysit" with a passion, always had but especially nowadays. It was something Marinette was both told and had learned in her time as Manon's babysitter. Whenever the word was used or brought up, Manon mood would sour and she would act out in any number of ways. She always immediately became incredibly difficult, turning noncompliant and unwilling to even listen to reason. "That's not what I meant," Marinette tried to quickly backpedal. "Your mom called because she wanted us to hang out and have fun tonight-"

"I'm not a baby!" Manon yelled, stomping her foot. "I don't need a babsitter! If anyone's a baby here, it's you - not me! I don't wet myself like you do!"

"I-I didn't," Marinette started to say. "Like I told you-" It didn't matter, though, because her words were falling on deaf ears.

"Uh-huh," Manon started up again, just as loud as before. "Then why are your panties all wet, huh?"

Marinette looked around frantically, making sure no one was around to hear what Manon was yelling, her heart pounding in her head, and her face burning. "Manon, please stop yelling so loudly," Marinette said rather meekly, hoping to draw as little attention. Who knew how long it would take before someone came out to investigate all the noise.

Manon ignored her. "You're the one who needs a babysitter! That's why mom left me here - to babysit you, Marinette!" What am I going to do? She wondered. This situation was starting to spiral, and if she wasn't careful, then Manon might run off somewhere.