Herobrine
I smirked, causing the player to step back in defense. Pastel appeared to my left, holding an enchanted wooden sword in his right hand. "Don't hurt me! Why me?" What a ridiculous question to ask someone who is about to murder! Unless the murderer was stupid or strategizing, he wouldn't give a second to answer or think about the question posed. Before I could give a hit, Pastel started to speak, which I was expecting an idiot monologue on why him and her tortured past. It was nothing I anticipated. "Ha! What a typical, shallow thing to say. You think the villain is going to monologue about why. Nope, Chuck Testa. I can't kill, as far as having things printed into my brain as a child. You don't even know what we are going to do. Do you?" I assume that was a rhetorical question. Wrong again.
-Hm, you thought this was rhetorical question. Well?
-Uh… Well… You are going to… prank me?
-Lucky guess! Now, since you got us early, would you like to join?
Wait, what in the hell is she thinking?
-Pastel, what the hell is going on in your brain? Are you okay?
-I have no idea! So, what the hell? Why not?
Well, this will be interesting...
A/N BECAUSE I CAN!