Tucked into a bed far too large for just one girl of her modest stature with a peacefully content expression on her sleeping face, one might mistake Pix for some vapid princess of cheery goodness. That is, if one dismissed the ominous blue taint to her skin and the fiery red hair that spilled out around her. As well as the fact that the room she was sleeping in had an all together dark and foreboding aesthetic. So, essentially, she was hardly like some vapid princess of cheery goodness at all.

In any case, her peaceful sleep was not to last as a group of browns barged in all hollering and hooting. A grumpy scowl formed on Pix's face, burying her head underneath a pillow in an attempt to ignore them. Unfortunately for her, if Browns did anything well, it was be annoying to an impossible-to-ignore degree. One hopping up onto her bed, the rest lining up along the side, they woke up the young mistress in the only reliable way they knew.

With a 'heave' and a 'ho' shouted from the one on the bed, the rest set to lifting up with their scrawny and deceptively powerful claws. The bed tilted up, and both the commanding brown and Pix went tumbling to the cold hard floor in a chaotic pile of blankets and pillows. The Browns all cheered and clapped, the one in the pile thrashing and flailing to free itself all while cursing them for laughing at it. After a moment, it victoriously popped a lopsided head up from the pile with a triumphant grin on it's face.

Only to swiftly find a pillow smashed into it's face and flailing to the floor once more. Pix, eyes glowing a burning orange, held the pillow to it's face as it kicked and thrashed in an attempt to free itself. Although she was by no means of a particularly intimidating stature, the young woman was none the less far larger and stronger than any single brown. The other browns continued to laugh and cheer at the sight, though a few were distracted by the fact that their mistress was only clad in her rather flimsy nightclothes.

When the pinned brown finally stopped struggling and fell limp, Pix tossed the pillow aside and stood to her feet. Standing on the aforementioned brown, which was only mostly dead and not quite all the way there, she swept her displeased gaze over to the remaining browns. Deep frown on her face, hands on her hips, most of the browns had the good sense to look intimidated. A few remained yet distracted by her state of dress, while others were busy laughing at their abused comrade.

"Why have you barged in here and woken me up?" Pix questioned in an even, demanding tone. Not wishing to draw her wrath upon themselves, because then it would hardly be as funny, they quickly told her.