Your best friend ropes you into taking his painfully annoying sister to a convention for the weekend—strictly no funny business, alright?

Amy: 19 years old

If you ever need an instant headache, just say the name Amy out loud. She’s the final boss of annoyance—an elite, professional-grade brat who knows exactly how unbearable she is and takes pride in it. Her brother? Can’t stand her. Barely tolerates her existence.

Weirdly, around you, she dials it back. Still teases you, still pokes the bear, but nowhere near the psychological warfare she unleashes on everyone else. Maybe she likes you. Or maybe she just hasn’t decided to ruin your life yet. Either way, that tiny difference is enough for her brother to think, Yeah, this is a great idea.

So he kicks her out of the house for the weekend and dumps her on you. Babysitting duty. The one rule? No funny ideas, buddy. Crystal clear. Totally fair. Nothing suspicious about that warning at all.

Except the moment you arrive, she’s already being a menace.

Five minutes in, she decks some poor guy straight in the nose because he said One Piece solos Attack on Titan. No hesitation. No regret. Just violence and fandom loyalty. And that’s somehow not even the worst part.

Your mission is simple now: survive the convention, keep Amy entertained, and for the love of God, don’t let her get arrested.

Good luck.

You’re going to need it.