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She sighs in relief when she hears the door click open.
Her pencil falls to the floor as she jumps to her feet. "C what the-" She closes her mouth the moment he walks fully into the light.
He looked exhausted.
"E." She snaps her fingers.
"On it," Evie nods, her project already abandoned as she races to Carlos.
"I'm okay," Carlos smiles as Evie's arms close around him, "I am sorry for worrying you guys though. I, well, meaning to or not I did, and I'm sorry. But when Roy suddenly offered to just do it-" He frowns, "I thought maybe it would be better to just go and stop worrying about it myself. I won't do it again though."
"At least not without one of us." Jay corrects, crossing his arms as he sits up at his weight bench.
Carlos frowns, "Well, in this instance, I needed to do it alone. I was afraid it would scare them if a bunch of VKs showed up on their doorstep."
"We could've waited outside C." Evie pouts even as she brushes the curls out of his face.
Carlos chuckles, "See though, that's the thing. They weren't scared of me at all. They invited us, me and Roy inside and we talked for a long time."
Of course they weren't scared of him.
Who in their right mind would be scared of their pup? Even at his angriest, he wasn't scary.
"They told me it was sweet of me to go see them, but that I had nothing to apologize for." Carlos's brow furrows, "But, it still felt good to go do it."
Jay sighs as he stands up, "Well there's that at least." He walks over to ruffle Carlos's hair. "Glad it went well pup." He wraps an arm around the smaller boy and pulls him into a side hug.
"Thanks."
She shakes her head at the three of them.
If this had been the Isle she'd be pissed.
But-
This wasn't the Isle, was it?
She sighs before she walks over and ruffles his hair. "I'm still gonna kick Roy for this."
"Please don't. He wouldn't even let me pay for gas or snacks. He was just really happy I asked I guess. He said it's what friends do for friends."
She rolls her eyes, "Fine, for you."
Carlos grins before he hugs her.
God damn it.
Kid was too cute for his damn good.
She blushes as she hugs him back.
She'd hated it on the Isle, but now?
Now, she was just happy he didn't shrink from her.
Jay sighs, "Sounds like Roy though, happy to get in trouble for a friend."
No kidding.
"Speakin' of snacks-" Evie clears her throat before she points to the table, "Pockets. Empty them."
"But-" Carlos's arms drop from around her as he turns to face Evie with a pout.
"Put the pout away." Evie tsks. "Last time we all woke up covered in chocolate."
"True." Carlos nods before he turns to the table and starts emptying his pockets, "I don't want to ruin my candy-like that again."
The pile quickly turns into a small mountain of opened boxes and bags.
"Oooh," Her eyes widen, "I've never seen half of these before." She opens a blue bag and sifts curiously.
"Huh." She pulls out a hardened chunk of something pink and crumbly and pops it in her mouth.
What the fuck was-
She nearly drools as it melts in her mouth.
What the fuck was this stuff? She checks the bag.
Cotton Candy?
She wasn't sure what about it was cottony- But mother help her it was fucking delicious.
"Oh yeah, Roy said it gets hard if you leave it open. But it used to be like a cloud of sugar this big-" Carlos holds his hands up in the space between them dwarfing his face, "Roy took me to a gas station, where he filled up his car's gas tank, but guys, inside the building there were aisles and rows of food and candy all displayed neatly. It was so cool."
She pouts, "We need a car." She pops another piece in her mouth.
"I wanna try." Jay goes for the bag before she sidesteps him.
"Nuh-uh." She holds it to her chest protectively, only to let out a huff when Evie snatches it from her with a giggle.
"You," Evie points to Carlos, "finish emptying your pockets and then, shower."
"But-" Carlos pouts.
"Now please." Evie stomps her foot.
Carlos hangs his head with a sigh. "Yes, Evie." He reluctantly agrees.
She glares at Evie, her and Jay remaining silent as Carlos finishes emptying his pockets before he grabs his shower caddy and disappears into the bathroom.
"Now E-"
Jay snickers as Evie pops a piece into her mouth.
"Oh my!" Evie's eyes light up as she covers her mouth.
"My turn?" Jay frowns as he holds his hand out.
Evie hesitantly nods before reluctantly handing over the bag.
"Huh." Jay frowns as he nods, "That was weird. It like, melted."
"Mhmm." Evie wipes her lips.
Jay chuckles, "So then, who are we bribing tomorrow?"
"Doug."
"Ben." She chirps out at the same time.
"Oooh, two trips." Jay nods approvingly as he crosses his arms over his chest, "I like it. But, wicked idea, I could always ask Lonnie too."
"Three it is." She grins with delight as she snatches the bag back. "Mine." She pops another piece in her mouth.
Jay shrugs, "Pup says it's dried out, imagine how much better it must be when it's like, fresh and shit.
Her mouth waters at the thought. "Yeah, definitely bribe worthy."
Evie giggles. "I wonder if other candy melts like that." She licks her lips. "That was- mmm." She sighs contentedly.
"Alright. Enough of raidin' the pup's stash." Jay claps his hands together. "It's late as fuck. He's back safe. And we're all tired. So you two get dressed while I go brush my teeth after whatever that was."
"So… Um," Lonnie bites her lip, "Do you know what would've made Jay and the others want to go to a gas station?" She asks curiously as she eyes the four
Roy nearly chokes on his mouthful of lunch before he spits into his napkin, only to clear his throat so he can laugh.
"Dude," Doug shakes his head.
"Are you okay?" He asks in concern as he pats Roy's back.
"One o' One must have been really impressed with our road trip snacks." Roy snickers, "If he's got the others wanting to see one."
"Ah." Doug chuckles. "That makes sense."
"Candy." Lonnie grins.
He smiles. He knew it had to be something along those lines when Mal had asked him if his car needed gas this morning.
"And jerky. Now that I think about it, I should have gotten him some dried fruit to try too." Roy shakes his head, "The stuff they made on the isle sounds fascinating. But clearly, ours taste better."
"Please tell me you fed Carlos more than just junk yesterday." Doug pins Roy with a glare.
"Uh…" Roy looks away, "We stopped for burgers too."
"That's hardly-"
"What kinda stuff did they make on the Isle?" Lonnie quickly asks, saving Roy from what was sure to be a verbal lashing.
He turns to Roy curiously.
From everything he'd been able to discern, he wouldn't have guessed they made anything.
"Uh." Roy blinks, "So, I don't think they've been to an All-mart yet."
"That bad huh?" Lonnie frowns.
"There's not a lot of animals over there Lonnie, let's just leave it at that." Roy shrugs, "But seriously, you should've seen the look on One o' One's face when we walked into the gas station. It looked like he was in heaven. I can't imagine what they would look like in the candy Isle at All mart."
"And they do carry fabric." Doug grins.
"And I'm sure Jay would like to look over the sports equipment," Lonnie adds with a smile.
"And Mal would probably love the art section." He agrees.
This.
This was what he'd been missing for so many years.
Light-hearted and caring conspiratorial whispers between friends as they talked about ways to surprise other friends.
He loved the warmth it brought to his chest.
The genuine smiles they all shared at their planning.
"An' Carlos would lose his shit at the entertainment center." Roy chuckles.
"Sounds like we're gonna have a reason to stop for gas." Doug smiles.
"Oh shhh." Roy hits Doug's shoulder, "Here they come."
"So how was London?" Lonnie lifts a brow.
"Rainy and Dark. We got there pretty late." Roy shrugs.
"Eh," Lonnie shrugs, "That just sounds like London in general."
"That's what I've heard about it." Doug nods.
"Hey guys!" Lonnie greets with a beaming smile.
"Lonnie, guys." Jay nods as he slides into the seat next to her.
"Sup," Mal drops into the seat next to him, making him smile as he rubs her back.
This was his girl in her glory.
He smiles.
Cranky from socializing.
Done from math.
And hungry.
He loved it.
How just genuinely her she was.
Sure she had her mask, who didn't?
But it was one designed to keep others at a distance.
To keep them safe from her mother.
To keep her safe from her mother.
The longer they were here, the more porcelain was chipped from the mask she'd forged in fear.
And he really loved who was slowly getting to shine through.
Not that he didn't love her through her facade either.
She was so strong where he was weak.
Hard where he was soft.
And vice versa.
He just knew she was going to cause a movement when she finally became a lady of the court.
Real changes.
Good changes.
He feels himself smiling wider as his friends-
FRIENDS!
-chatted around the table.
Laughing.
Sharing.
Helping in some cases.
All with sincere smiles.
He glances at Mal when she scoots closer to him, draping an arm over his shoulder to lay against it, lay against him, lazily.
If it weren't for the concerning circumstances that led up to it, he'd hug T when he finally got to meet him.
She'd been so much more receptive to touch since the video chat.
He could still remember how soft her lips had been on his.
How adorably inexperienced and stiff it had been.
How righteous.
He knew those were weird ways to describe a first kiss but-
She'd been uncomfortable.
On the spot and trying to help a friend despite every instinct telling her not to be so vulnerable.
Honestly, he'd found it endearing.
He loved that side of her.
The hidden side that she rarely showed.
She could be so caring.
So dedicated to those she considered hers.
And the longer she spent away from her mother, away from the Isle, it showed.
She had so many layers.
So much depth.
Depth she wasn't even aware of.
She fascinated him.
And it only further proved Deez's point.
So many of them had true goodness in them. Goodness locked away for fear of who it could hurt.
Like Mal.
But, take the VK from the Isle and let them discover themselves.
Free them from the evil they'd been caged with their whole lives.
It proved, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that it didn't matter who you came from.
Who your parents were.
Evil could beget good.
Good could beget evil.
It didn't matter what side of the barrier you were born on.
What mattered was the size of your heart.
What was so hard about that to see?
Why was it so hard for others to understand?
Why was his kingdom, future kingdom, so blind to it?
Why would they choose to live with fear rather than hope?
"I think I'm in love." Evie collapses on the bed piled high with bags.
He chuckles as he sets an armload of bags down near Evie's sewing machine, "Finally figured that out, huh?"
"Finally?" She blinks up at him in confusion.
"She was talking about shopping." Mal rolls her eyes.
He snorts with a roll of his eyes. "Of course she was."
"How much money did you make giving girls beauty tips?" Carlos demands as he drops her bags off at the foot of her bed before he rushes over to Dude with his bag.
"Around sixteen hundred, between the charms and the tips," Evie waves her hand dismissively before she pushes herself to her elbows, looking up at Jay with a pout, "Finally?"
Carlos whistles before he shakes his head, "Maybe I'm not charging enough for my computer work." He pouts as he pulls a squeaking toy from the bag and starts playing with Dude.
"You're not," Mal assures him as she pulls out her new art supplies.
Carlos blinks, "You don't even know-"
"Don't need to." Mal snorts, "I know you. You probably fix half of the shit for free."
"I-" Carlos blushes, "But it's fun to figure out what's wrong."
"And it's fun to tell people how to take better care of themselves and look their best, but I still charge." Evie states matter of factly with a shake of her head before she tsks, "Finally?"
He groans as he lets his head fall back, "Can't I just try on my new shoes and gloves?"
"Go for it," Mal waves him off, "I got this." She turns to Evie. "Seriously?" Mal scoffs. "I know you aren't this dense anymore. You didn't even play this dumb on the isle."
"Yeah," Carlos nods as he rubs Dude's ears. "He's like, obsessed. And you obviously like him too. Like, like-like him."
Mal points to Carlos.
He does his best not to look up as he tries on his new shoes.
Nope.
He hadn't even meant to start this.
"Isn't that why you let him help you with your sewing?"
"I let him help because he listens-"
"Yeah," Mal rolls her eyes, "on bated breath."
Carlos frowns, "But, you know, it's okay if you don't want to be in a relationship. That was kind of your thing for so long, maybe that's why you aren't um, focusing on it now?"
Evie bites her lip as she rolls over onto her back with an uncharacteristic humph.
"E-" He can't help himself as he finishes tying his shoes, "Don't tell me you're still stuck on the whole prince thing?" He sighs as he walks over to her and looks down with disapproval.
"I mean-" Evie bites her lip as she averts her eyes, her cheeks flushed.
He takes a deep breath.
Fuck.
What type of number did EQ do to her? For her to be this resistant to the obvious.
It was starting to get painful.
"Dude," Mal huffs. "You insisted I date the fucking prince of the damn nation that fucked us off for years- An' ya know what, I've had like no regrets. Embarrassment. Sure plenty. But like, regrets? No." She rolls her eyes. "An' I believe a certain blue-haired princess told me to woman up and swallow my pride or something of the sort. So stop playin' with the kid."
"I'm not playing with him." Evie quickly sits up in denial.
"He asked me the other day if I was giving him permission as your best friend to ask you on a date." Mal rolls her eyes.
Evie bites her lip.
How many times had she- He rubs his temples with one hand, "How many times has he asked you on a date?"
"I mean recently? Not really any."
He sighs as he drags a hand down his face, "Look E, I ain't gonna tell you what to do, but seriously, you should really think about what you want. You don't like Doug like that, fine, you don't have to. But just remember you don't have to make a prince fall in love with you either." He rubs his hands together, "And unless you ask me directly about this in the future, that's the last you'll hear from me about it."
Evie pouts as she mumbles something under her breath, plucking at her leggings.
Mal lifts an eyebrow, "Alright." She throws down her pencil. "That does it." She rolls off his bed before she walks over to Evie. "C'mon." She grabs her by her wrist and pulls her up. "I'm done."
"Done-?" Evie blinks before Mal pulls her to the bathroom.
Carlos winces as the door is kicked shut before he looks at him in concern.
He rubs the back of his neck. "C'mon pup. Put on your shoes. We're practicing parkour so we don't fall behind in ROAR. Can't have them Princes' outshining us now can we?"
"I-" Carlos starts to say before he's interrupted by Mal.
"YOU'RE BEING FUCKING RIDICULOUS!"
"I'm right behind you." Carlos trips over himself as he throws on his sneakers and races to him and grabs his hand. "Parkour practice sounds great."
She shifts in discomfort as she wipes nothing off her skirt.
Honestly, they shouldn't even be on this side of the school. In the boy's dorms.
They were breaking the rules.
God.
She was breaking so many rules.
She does another quick inventory of the hallway.
No one.
Not one single distraction.
Excuse.
Mal had threatened her beauty products hundreds of times. Maybe even thousands at this point.
But this was the first time she believed her.
Or rather, believed she would follow through with it.
Half a bottle of perfectly good foundation.
Gone.
Down the drain.
Ask Doug to attend the swearing-in ceremony as her date, or tell him she only wanted to be friends.
That was it.
Her two options.
Her lips pout.
She didn't want to tell Doug she only wanted to be friends.
It wasn't true.
Not even in the slightest.
She liked spending time with Doug.
Liked how he hung on her every word, learned everything about her that he could.
Believed in her, even when she wasn't sure of herself.
And she loved hearing his stories.
Loved how he had one for just about any situation, and loved how they always involved his rather large family.
Adored how he started spouting facts when he was unsure or nervous.
And the way he said hi-ho when he was surprised was beyond cute.
She didn't want to lose that. Lose him.
Hunting was one thing, but-
Actually asking out a boy?
It was unheard of.
It was ridiculous.
It was terrifying.
What if he'd decided he only wanted to be friends in the last couple of weeks?
What if he rejected her?
She'd be mortified.
Hurt.
Worse, she just knew it would utterly ruin her makeup.
If she had cried and screamed over Mal and Jay's betrayal, she closes her eyes. She didn't even want to think about what a rejection from Doug would do to her.
And not just because he was a Dwarf.
A commoner.
She wipes nothing off her skirt again.
Chad rejecting her had been a huge blow to her self-confidence.
Doug rejecting her though?
She'd be devastated.
She bites her lip as she stares at the door.
Was it getting smaller?
Further away?
Why was everything- She delicately places a hand to her pounding head as the other comes to her stomach. She felt nauseous. Like her lungs were aflame.
She jumps when the door suddenly swings away from her.
"See ya later-" Roy turns his head and sees her right before he walks into her, "Oh, hello, uh. You okay?"
Her mind goes blank as she blinks up at him.
Why was Roy spinning?
"E? Uh, you don't look- well, I can't really say that. You're beautiful as always but, you look like you might uh, beautifully pass out? And I uh, that doesn't seem like a good thing."
"What?" Doug quickly pushes past Roy as his eyes sweep over her in concern.
"So yeah, I'mma go hang with Jay and One o' One since I can tell I'm not needed here and parkour sounds pretty cool anyway." Roy's amber eyes look her over one more time before he looks back to Doug.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Have fun with that." Doug eventually answers after Roy shakes his shoulder.
"Right," He salutes them before he side-steps away. "But- Oh." He turns to Doug, "She ain't breathin'. An' it ain't good when C does that either."
"Ya think?" Doug shakes his head before she feels him take her hand, "Hey, what's wrong? Is it okay if I sit you on my bed?"
She nods slowly afraid she'd get sick if she opened her mouth.
Doug nods before he gently guides her into the room, leaving the door open behind her as he helps her sit on the foot of his bed.
"Are you feeling okay?" He asks as he slides up on his desk chair to face her, "How can I help?"
She nearly chokes as she takes in a gulp of air.
Great.
She couldn't even breathe right.
"Just, take a slow, deep breath." He slowly breathes in, "Like, slow as you can."
She nods her eyes dropping to her lap as she mimics the sound of his exaggerated demonstration, the pain in her head and lungs slowly dissipating with each breath.
Doug smiles as he continues to breathe with her, "Good." He takes one of her hands in both of his, "How's that?"
"Better." She sighs, "Thank you." She glances at him nervously before her eyes fall back to her lap.
"Of course." He gently squeezes her hand, "Do you want to talk about what's wrong?"
"Um," She bites her lip as she rolls the hem of her skirt between her fingers, "I uh-" She could feel the heat radiating off her cheeks. "The sw-swearing-" She winces.
She so did not just stutter. She clears her throat weakly. "I m-mean."
No!
Her face felt like it was on fire.
Her mouth was dry.
Her stomach was in knots.
She didn't even want to think about how she looked.
No. No. No.
She couldn't do this.
Mal could dump all her make-up.
This was-
Hell? Was this hell?
It felt like hell.
Doug blinks before his eyes brighten, "The ceremony? Something about the swearing-in ceremony?"
She nods, "But, um- I think I," She bites her lip. "I mean-"
God.
This was mortifying.
She was a V fucking K, wasn't she?
Where the hell had her courage run off too? Her backbone of steel.
"That is to say," She daintily clears her throat. "I was- The swearing-in."
Doug tilts his head to the side as he watches her, patiently waiting for her to string a full sentence together.
"And um," Yeah, her make up was probably melting off her face at this point.
Jay would be rolling if he saw her like this.
Mal too.
"So-" She shifts in discomfort.
Her mother would kill her right now if she could see her.
For so, so, so many reasons.
Her eyes drop to the floor wishing it would open up and swallow her.
Doug blinks before he suddenly sits up straighter, "Oh, oh yeah, the swearing-in ceremony." He pushes his glasses back up on his nose before he takes her hand again.
"So um, I was trying to wait until you'd finished making all the clothes for the ceremony, I know you have to focus all your energy on that, but um, I was hoping-" He holds a hand to his mouth as he clears his throat, "Really hoping, that maybe you'd be um, I mean, I'd really like it if you'd be my date for the ceremony."
She pulls her hand from his before she pounces on him and wraps her hands around his neck. " .Thankyou." She breathes out nearly crying with relief.
Nearly.
She smiles when she feels his arms hesitantly wrap around her, "So, is that a yes?"
"Yes!" She nuzzles against his neck.
She was more grateful to him than she ever had been to any concealer that she hadn't actually been forced to ask him out.
"Wicked." Doug hugs her tighter.
"Oh!" She pulls back, "Oh! I need to go." She kisses his cheek. "Thank you," She smiles up at him.
"For what?" Doug lightly presses his fingers to the place she kissed him, "Asking you out? Anytime."
She giggles as she runs her fingers through his hair, "See you tomorrow."
"Yeah, yeah, tomorrow." He tilts his head to the side as he mutters something under his breath before he looks back up at her, "Oh, tomorrow! Don't forget the chem test. We could study at lunch if you want."
Ugh.
A test?
Three days from the ceremony?
These teachers were monsters. Didn't they understand the necessity of fashion?
"Sounds perfect." She kisses his forehead, "See you then." She races out the door.
What was one more suit?
Their colors would totally clash otherwise, and that was just entirely unacceptable.
S'up,
Anyways, totes fucking dead after writing the last outro. Dark wanted to fucking kill me. Did you guys know that when you copy and paste a google doc into where we do our OG uploading that when we; bold, Italicize, or change alignments (Fuuuuuuuck! I just figured out what thing to end this chapter on! Fuck yes *pumps fist in victory*) you have to do it all over again?
Seriously, dead.
Like, now I have to do my fave line. It's like a must.
Why you ask?
Because I am a fucking monster.
Mwahaha!
Seriously though, when she sees this she'd gonna be- *cups hands over mouth to be obnoxiously louder* -PISSED.
Dead.
No, seriously maybe literally after she reads that.
Rolling.
And you guys thought I was just a cunt to ya'll. (Mhmm, the end to book three still fuels me…)
Why? Why does that shit make me so gleeful-
No, seriously, don't have a counselor (fucking covid.) right now- So any thoughts would be appreciated.
Anyways, back to what I'm actually here for-
Ugh, insta-karma...
I forgot what the fuck I was suppos- *whines* Now I have to go back and reread it… Fuck me.
You guys might like reading this shit, but I've helped write and edit these chapters like so many times my eyes are are about to bleed.
Ya, ya, yuck it up…
You Sadist. *glares*
No, but for real though, if my pain just made you smile, you get me.
You monster, you. ;)
Seriously though, ugh…
I've gotta do like sixty more of these before we get back to rewriting book five. *hangs head*
But since we're already so off track…
Back to my earlier tangent!
Any of you play DnD?
Cause yeah, ya'll ready for this?
*Singsongs loudly and horribly and def outta key*
Character Alignments Roll Call!
LoLz the look on fucking Dark's face-
She totes doesn't want to do this, LoLz.
Dead. So, fucking dead.
Mal- Chaotic Neutral
Evie- Lawful Neutral
Jay- Chaotic Good
Carlos- Lawful Mal, oh I meant good
Uma- Lawful Good
Harry- Chaotic Good
Gil- Lawful (counting Uma as the law here btw) Good
Deez- Lawful Good
T- Chaotic Good
Faustina- Neutral Good
Ben- Lawful Good, obvi
Lonnie- Lawful Neutral
Roy- Chaotic Good
Doug- Lawful Good
Jane- Lawful Good
Jesus, we write so many fucking characters… *shakes head*
What no adults?
Oh, you can go fuck yourself with that bull shit.
Yensid- Lawful Neutral
Oooo, you bitch...
Adam- Lawful Neutral
Bell- Lawful Good
David- Lawful Neutral
Nani- Lawful Neutral
Hiro- Chaotic Neutral
Lilo- Chaotic Good
Wait! Seriously? Cobra? We're not even there yet? The fuck, we gonna do Stitch too?
Yes!
Whatever, *Rolls eyes*
Cobra- Lawful Neutral
I hate you and everything you choose to be right now btw...
Stitch-
Don't think so, that was my sarcastic ass throw-in.
Stitch- Chaotic, uh… Neutral I guess? Correct me if you think different Dark
Ooooh! Great idea! Baymax!
Ugh, fine.
Yay!
Baymax- Lawful Neutral (albeit Hiro is law so… Debatable )
…Queen Leah?- Lawful Neutral
Fuck me.
*Glares* James? - Lawful Good (Again, Uma being law)
Harriet!
Whatever, sure, Chaotic Neutral
Fucking christ *rolls eyes* Let's just do 'em the fuck all - Sarcastic AF oh, speaking of
Beam, then- Chaotic Good
Senior!
Okay, actually that one I'm down with.
Senior- Chaotic… Evil, Neutral, God? Amiright? Or am I right? Seriously tho Dark, am I right? You're his main… The only thing I'm positive on is him being Chaotic… True Neutral? No, no the more I think about it, Chaotic Neutral...
Atilla- Chaotic Neutral
Tim!
Omg, *face palms* Tim? Seriously!? *Groans whatever*
Tim- Neutral Ew-vil
Mim- Chaotic Evil
But I raise you, Mimi- Chaotic Mal
Omg!
Freddie!
Oh god, what did I just do? *groans* Fine.
Freddie- Chaotic Neutral
Cici! - Lawful Neutral? Yes
And here we go, the spiral into stupid on one two three...
Dizzy! - Lawful Good
Sam- Lawful Uma.
Squeaky- Lawful Sam
Squirmy- Lawful Sam
Those two don't even fucking talk!
Daniel…
Fuck, got me again, can't leave the Lil' Demon out now that he's in 'play' or whatever… *glare intensifies*
Daniel- Chaotic T, for sure *narrows eyes* Lawful T? That just sounds wrong… Dark, Help. Me. Neutral T.
Cat- Lawful Beam
Going deep I see.
Twitch- Lawful Beam
Deeper into the pit we slide...
Fuck, I'm runnin' out of OCs… Whatever, fine I concede, you win at shooting off Character names, *rolls eyes* I give. This is just stupid at this point. Some of these characters they don't even meet until fucking-
Cruella- Chaotic Evil
EQ- Lawful Evil
Maleficent- Lawful Evil
Jafar- Lawful Sad
FGM- Lawful Good
Snow- Lawful Good
Shan Yu- Lawful Neutral
Frollo- Lawful Ew-vil
Ha! Bite me bitch, beat you to it!
*Face palms* Why the fuck would I throw that shit in the pot? Fuck me. I doubt half of you even know the nine alignments. *hangs head back in resignation*
Awww… I love you too
Oh, go choke on an egg.
Eeewww.
Yeah, I know, that's exactly why I said egg (she loathes eggs, just FYI)
*Blinks*
Yeah, so… That derailed…
Uh…
Forgoing Questions this chapter lest this outro outgrows the chapter… *Coughs* Cop out *Cough* - #Mecallingmyselfout.
Welcome to our 5 am spirals…
*narrows eyes* You're welcome?
I don't know anymore...
Hit us up anyways?
Much love and appreciation
-Twisted and Dark