Hey yall im back. As of writing this it's been about 2 days since the other chapter dropped. And so far I've been committing to dropping the rest on Ao3. And so far so good. That will probably be where I put a more realized and more legible version of this story once it's finished.
I got into a play so that's fun, and I've been dropping some time into that. But it's also given me more time to work on this.
That and Ultra Kid Buu came out….boy i don't like spending money but for one of the biggest menaces in fiction i gotta do it.
So if this doesn't come out, assume I'm on the grind…..that or working.
Anyhow. I had to rewrite this chapter 4 times, shit was tragic.
Bro next time I'm getting an editor or somebody cuz shit was not sweet.
I just hope the characters are on point. And that the conversation actually works.
Besides that, schools coming to a close, cambridge testing stopped and that leaves only the eoc's. Of which the only one that matters is chemistry cuz i suck at that and it puts me to sleep quicker than Eternals did.
Besides that i can actually begin updating more often in the future. Plus I can work on other stories as well.
This chapter may be shorter again due to the interruptions. But I want to keep up with this story more now.
Anyhow enough about me, onto the story!
Edit: So! Ummm yeah this was supposed to come out like a week ago but it got sidetracked by life. I'll probably go and fix any issues later because I'm still quite busy. Sorry about the delay but onto the story. Fr this time.
Chapter 9: A Hypnotic Suggestion
Malleable, dazed, hidden, confused. If his sense of humor had kicked in, he may have made up something stupid…..Now he knew that was just a coping mechanism that he created to judge others harshly without being overbearing, oblique, or even mean. Hell that might not have even been the last one either if Muzan's existence is anything to go by.
Now as he slept, he never had so many questions. All of which he held onto with a passion throughout the weird dreams, visions, or whatever the hell they are.
Second triggers?
Was Scion the progenitor of powers?
What else could he do? If he had pyrokinesis, then is that it?
Is he a case 53? They normally had amnesia-he didn't! He remembered being in that damn coffin.
What was that vision?
Was Armsmaster still alive?
Why did Panacea freak out like that?
Was he descending into lunacy? Into hysterical, nonsensical ramblings based off of assumptions?
Was Muzan actually real?
Was he destined to be the bad guy? Or was Muzan actually a pa-
….no….he needed to calm down….stop letting his thoughts run wild.
He needed to focus. Keep the big questions close to his mind. He couldn't forget, otherwise things would only get worse.
The heroes thinks he's a villain. Glory Girl believes he's redeemable-something to use?
Muzan is a friend. As weird as that is, he is a friend. He'll have to stop thinking about Muzan.
He has powers…like the demons from that old movie. He ratted off the abilities one by one.
Regeneration, shapeshifting, mass-shifting, super strength, speed, durability, heightened senses, potential 6th sense, clearer thinking, emotion sensing? Black flames that burn all they touch except Glory Girl?
Origin of powers? Scion maybe? Do demons really exist? What was that fractured doppelganger? Was he even alive? What was Muza-he was losing it…..
'What do I do now?'
He stepped on a cherry blossom on the ground. Why was his mind like this? All feudal Japanese?
How much did that movie subconsciously mend his brain? Or was it something else?
"…..dad i wish you were here with me…..i'm not smart enough to figure this shit out. Hell, I can barely do math without cheating….it was so hard to focus but now everything's clearer, i can't seem to understand what i should do.
People actually don't like me….and i really just said fuck them like i'm some sort of action movie character….i'm not a bad guy-i swear i'm not! But….i know I can't help people…
I don't want to kill….but if i'm no villain at heart? What am I then? A husk?"
Maybe he should've just let the sun burn him to a crisp, but he didn't. Maybe he should've stayed in that damned box, but he didn't. Stood and let Glory Girl take him in. He fought hero capes….he would probably be sent to the birdcage or something.
Was it really because he didn't want to die? Is that why he can regenerate?
Silence stretched as a cherry blossom slapped into his face. It made him feel…lonely again….
Wasn't Muzan real? This is his mindscape so where is he?
Oh right….he was piloting the body. God knows what he'll do…in a way he was happy. He wasn't calling the shots, and for some reason a large amount of pressure and anxiety seemed to dim at the thought. They stayed, but it was manageable now.
This wasn't like school. Or when mom died…..this had to be approached a little differently, he hadn't grieved properly afterall.
But why cry over spilled milk? That seems so…wrong. Dad wouldn't want that sure…..but a part of him…it didn't seem bothered or cared about that.
Always moving on…he tried to tell himself perhaps it was only a matter of time before the Simurgh or Leviathan laid waste to the bay. But never could he have imagined….this?
He clenched his fists until it started bleeding, as he softened, the wound cleaned itself up, he could feel his skin and cells working to fix the skin. It was a numb feeling, his nails were sharp, skin paler than…..moonlight.
He looked up at the moon in a dazed silence.
Perhaps….in order to feel whole he'd needed…to grow past that side of him, the side that still cared. Then he could think uninhibited.
But what'd that make him….before he thought about it, daydreamed a little about a fantasy of rolling with the nine. Gleefully unaware of the world's evils, as he descended into madness.
…was he scared to become a monster? Was he scared to stop being human?
What gray area had he fallen into that he can't climb out of?
…maybe he should've spoken to his dad more before about his feelings…he may not have always liked what he said, but he was his ride or die.
If he did go off the movie, how accurate could it have been? Most adaptations tend to leave massive parts out in order to create a cohesive story. Perhaps it was no different?
Now he was wondering just how the sun affected him when his flames didn't. It was
…..was Muzan even listening….actually what was he doing right now? Finding food? Shelter? Like that mattered….guess all he could do was have faith…..
Closed in a room of infinity. His imagination becomes the universe. One the world is missing out on.
…..no….he was overthinking again. Guess that never changed….what was that smell?
He turned to his right, the starry, deep night sky bloomed with bright dots in its dark expansiveness. The trees reflected iconic shadows as an especially strong breeze blew through before being silenced by a suffocating presence. Chris found it hard to think straight as he prepared for…whatever it was. He felt something. Off in the forest he saw…..something…or someone…This was his mindscape right?
He heard a holster clackled as metal banged against…..wood? Stone? Metal? What was-
His vision was split in twain. He didn't feel it, he didn't register it, no sound, no feeling. He felt the muscles twitching and the air making contact with his brain. As weird as that was.
He willed his head back to one cohesive whole.
He instantly 180'd to see what had hurt him.
It was a man….with long flame-like hair, the tips were a natural dark red that faded in with the pitch black hair, of which was partly tied into a ponytail. He wore a purple…..kimono? Whatever the Japanese wore, it had hexagon patterns on it. Rocking sandals, while wearing socks, black pants, and pale skin. Equipped with a holster as he heard before, but now it was still sheathed. No blood, not even a hint he sliced his head clean in 2. He could tell from here it had veins and eyes.
Then the mysterious man turned around. Exuding pure tranquility and confidence, it caused Chris's chest to tighten. He breathed a little faster, he felt his body reflexively back away. The aura this man-no thing gave off, it was suffocating in a way Glory Girl's could only dream of.
It did nothing to conceal the 6 eyes that bore back into him with a judging, intimidating look. Like a wolf eyeing its prey.
This guy was scarier than Muzan.
….wait a minute-6 eyes? Samurai shit? Fire markings on his face? If knowledge served him well….
Upper moon 1 of the 12 Kizuki, one of the strongest demons. The Black Death, Kokushibo.
If he wasn't a demon…..why were these visions invading him? The lower moons getting dismantled, the fire god man, Muzan….
And now this case 53 ass man…..who had almost similar flame markings that man from the visions.
And for what it's worth, that Kamado boy from the old movie….he also had the fire mark too.
Something very off.
Muzan held the head of a bald man. It reeked of extra dopamine and of cocaine….
He ripped the jaw from the head and tossed it aside unceremoniously. Before standing up from the floor and stepping through a hole in a man stationed on the ground. He licked his lips. Unfortunately no capes, he really wanted to test the boy's hypothesis, this new world boasted many new questions and challenges to overcome to the previous demon lord.
He surveyed his handiwork.
Men and women with holes in their heads.
Cut clean in half.
Smashed to pieces.
Riddled with misfired bullets.
All laid strewn about.
He doubted Japan was truly gone, perhaps the government, but there are always stragglers. Shadows that have a bigger cast than first realized.
A mistake that nearly cost him his life. One he refused to make again.
He doubted it, and in a world this vast, he'd have to be cautious of their potential existence.
He refused to underestimate that man ever again.
If it meant to do away with the faults that had plagued him then so be it. Despite his loathing over current and future events.
He stepped over a wet paper. A few hundred dollar bills, drenched in blood and dirt. Like money mattered. Filthy would better describe the human sin of greed. But the blood quenched the slight annoyance he had. Bones laid strewn across in a puddle of blood, guts, strewn about body parts, brain matter and all the above.
They didn't put up that good of a fight. Not a single shot was fired and he quelled most of the screaming.
"You…..bastard…."
Muzan looked in the direction of the voice boringly.
It was a young girl, a teenager with brown, curly hair. Light skinned. Nothing else too noteworthy. Maybe Chris would've thought she was attractive…maybe….he didn't seem as motivated as other teenagers. Curly hair seemed to grab his attention...maybe that's why he refused to have his hair changed?
It'd make sense. He was cautious. But clearly not knowledgeable enough.
Muzan still needed time to understand passengers, but he also didn't want to endure imminent starvation for any longer than he felt he had to.
Amelia was providing solid intel. And her power didn't work on her own brain. So she couldn't alter anything even if she wanted to. And if she did the consequences would be dire. Her power was remarkable…..given enough exposure she may develop artificial wisteria flowers to counter his biology…..but at the same time….she could create an artificial blue spider lily…..and he could finally conquer the sun.
Chris was unmotivated, spurred by survival and random acts of heroism, all to mend that guilt. He clearly wanted to grieve over his parents, and he may have developed some form of ADHD along with claustrophobia. It was like working with an even more sensitive Rui.
Thing is once the sensitive ones were broken, the more hollow and evil they'd be.
Or the more human they'd become. But that's why he's limiting Chris's memories, it wouldn't do well for him to remember something infallible and irrevocable. Especially from his side of the isle, Chris was more logically inclined than most despite his simplistic outlook, it almost goes hand-to-hand with the religious side. That may help with the abstract, almost crackish way of thinking. Or perhaps it was the ADHD thing he found out about.
If he has flashes of…..certain things it would be very simple for him to put 2 and 2 together. He already has doubts.
As a demon, that human need will be squashed, and soon the other needs shall be crushed, such as want or attention or love. Lest Chris be killed the same way Gyutaro was killed.
…such wasted potential. Oh. She's still talking?
"I'll-" before she can utter another word out of that banshee mouth. He manipulated the blood to bind the girl to the wall. Putting a sliver over her mouth and eyes.
He only needed to do the mouth, the eyes were so that he didn't have to endure that girl's disgusting eyes scanning him in fear.
Then the girl had the audacity to squirm in her restraints. Muzan simply had enough and put some blood into hers. She stopped moving, not dead, but immobilized by the foreign blood in her system
She gets to live for a few more hours….until Chris decides to fade back into consciousness-who is that?
It's that girl that stalked them earlier…..she was fairly dark. Perhaps the first dark skin person he'd have the pleasure to interact with. She thought she was hidden, clearly, but the moment she got close his senses picked up her heartbeat, her breath, her scent.
She was the one who took down the random thugs that followed from the alley. The more real part of that whole escapade…..at least it motivated Chris to find blood.
No matter.
She was cloaked. She had a crossbow. He felt the vibrations in the air as she shot a….metal arrow? No a bolt at him.
Muzan shifted his body to avoid the bolt, it bounced harmlessly against the ground. He looked up, she was above the lights in the room. She thought she was actually hidden. That didn't last for long.
She appeared to snarl slightly. Then she vanished into a gas form that detracted her scent, her heart beat vanishing.
Interesting….
She manifested seconds later right above him. Shooting another bolt directly at him.
If she thinks a bolt is going to stop him-what if she coated it in something…..why else would she be so confident-she must know he fought Glory Girl and Armsmaster….
Muzan shifted his body lazily to dodge the bolt, again bouncing off the ground.
He was observing her and she seemed too confident, in the same vein as armsmaster when he first fought chris. But in a more natural sense. Poking a cub….
"If you want to defeat me these bolts are not the way to go about it." He provoked her, challenging her. Clearly she was prideful, evident in her movements and stance.
She leapt to the ground with a silent thud. She turned towards him. It was just now he realized she had a mask on….like that matters…..
If Chris's memory serves, this was the hero Shadow Stalker…she has shadow powers or something. But she didn't tangle him or anything, it's like she herself is the shadow. A less versatile version of Hairo, but perhaps her passenger will lend more insight into these newfound parahumans. Especially Chris's passenger….he wondered if he killed it by accident…it stopped responding to him after all...oh well….this child will make up for it…
"Your quicker than i-"
The blood that had long since stained the floor of the warehouse, sunken with drugs and alcohol. Suddenly stabbed Shadow Stalker in both feet. Ripping through muscle and invading her body, attacking her bodily systems before she could finish her sentence. He invaded the digestive, circulatory, respiration, nervous, and skeletal systems before she had a chance to even think about shifting into a gaseous state again.
Then sent some 10000 volts through his blood into her body.
She screamed as the volts passed into her body. He relented as he realized how much damage it was doing to her, she can't die yet. But this would make inclined
Faster than the eye could see he put his hand on her face. He tore off her mask slowly. Letting the moment sink in to the girl.
Staring directly into her brown eyes with his blood red eyes. With the most disinterested look, he uttered.
"Shadow Stalker."
"Who the fu-" he closed off her pharynx. Strangling the rest of the voice before she finished. Her voice was really annoying. However her memories…her power…it didn't just influence her body, it influenced her mind…..
Just like how it fractured Chris…but it affected her personality more than his…then again Chris didn't finish his trigger...Very interesting indeed…lets see what is in her mind?
Dysfunctional…passenger affected brain worse than Chris. Very angry. Mother issues…parent issues…..has a family. Cares about them….Psychopathic-sociopathic tendencies…also doesn't know much about Coil as well...Friends are Emma Barnes and Madison Clemonts…..doesn't think much of Wards…..wounded predator mindset…..goes to Winslow High School? What was that like?
"Someone! Help! Let me out of here!"
The banging on the locker intensified.
The girls smiled as they admired their handiwork. One was blond, the other a red head. The bystanders looked on….the banging on the locker continued…..
And continued.
"Help!"
And continued.
All the while…this very girl stood by the door, forcing it shut.
Muzan was almost stunned by the memory…..
Such cruelty…Killing her would be such a waste…..but also a risk…..but he could dispose of her once he's done with her. Nothing more.
She isn't as important as Amelia…..but like any tool…..can be used effectively depending on the wielder….And knowledge is the greatest asset in this new world of mayhem.
"I'll be the one to speak. Sophia. Now…" Her eyes widened at her name. How did this freak know her name?
Muzan held the mask and looked at it thoughtfully.
He electrocuted the mask, before crushing it into ash. Sophia stared in shock as the remnants of her mask fell to the ground.
"I'd like to offer you a choice. How would….you like to be a true predator?"
When Chris finally came back from the mind realm. He'd expected to be rested.
He was….but also still tired. The man that permeated his dream was…..terrifying to put it mildly. He moved like lightning, yet somehow like a swift river, sound lagged behind him, his presence was nonexistent, and his face…..Wasn't the worst thing. It reminded him of the moon demon from the movie.
Regardless, he elected to set aside those thoughts, as he gathered himself.
He felt rejuvenated in a physical sense. Like before everything was foggy...now it was sharper than when he woke up in the box
The warehouse smelt….good? It was coppery. It was a little nostalgic. It had a specific undertone to it…
Blood. Bone. The human anatomy was everywhere, painting most the warehouse red.
…
That didn't stir a reaction out of him in the slightest either.
He could smell several different stenches, one was easily drugs, others were alcohol, guns, bombs…..damn how did Muzan find this place-actually why was he even surprised.
"Your back." Muzan manifested next to him in the same comfy outfit he wore when he met the alter ego. He leaned against the wall with a guilty look.
"What did you do?" Anger came through more than his growing curiosity.
"...the girl from before is dead."
The silence stretched on. Chris grasped his head and massaged it thoroughly across the temple. He could feel the muscles and blood moving.
It all made sense. Muzan tracked her scent here…..killed everyone here…..
He sighed heavily.
"You should've seen this coming. You were only prolonging the inevitable."
"Muzan…can you be quiet for a sec?"
He felt images of his mom and dad come to mind…..he felt tears well up, but he suppressed them. He didn't want to start crying again.
Suddenly he didn't feel so bad. Like a switch had been flipped in his brain. Emotion faded from him.
With a silent load taken off his shoulders. He looked at Muzan.
"Who did it?"
"The drug dealer people-"
"Merchants. Got it."
He didn't need any more info.
"You want to see the body?"
"Grand. There's a body."
"Be grateful there's a body still here to remember her by."
"Be grateful for finding her in the first place."
"...okay smart ass."
Muzan pointed at a wall. Chris was confused, there wasn't anything at the wa-there she was.
Bound and tied up in metal chains. Covered in blood. Her eyes missing, her once coordinated hair now unrecognizable. Her fingernails had blood falling from them lifelessly. Her clothes in tatters from what they once were before.
He ripped his eyes away. Her heartbeat was no more.
He turned about-faced and began walking.
He knew what had to be done.
The Merchants…..are going to die.
Squealer, Trainwreck, Scrub, Skidmark…..all alley trash that think their better than everyone else…..he would make them suffer.
With newfound motivation, he walked off. Muzan stayed behind, looking at Chris's back as he slowly made his way outside the warehouse. Smiling, he looked back at the girl. He went up to the girl, her eyes bloodshot red as she stared up hopelessly at the 'man' in front of her. Her face drenched with tears. He stabbed her forehead with his fingernail, drawing some blood, from his nail he pumped in a few ounces of his blood into her.
He didn't open his mouth, he just stared dead at her in the eyes with an unempathetic look.
"You've earned your right to rest now."
Suddenly she started convulsing and spasming in her blood restraints. Before being reduced to a blob. Muzan long since turned his back to reappear next to Chris.
He looked into the sky and noticed the moon was gone. It occurred to Chris that he could see the stars better now than before, they dotted the sky like a canvas, looking almost like a deep ocean trench filled with life. He was almost lost in thought again when Muzan spoke up.
"You got a good rest?" Chris looked back and flashed a slightly confident smile.
"Yeah…I got attacked by this 6 eyed sword guy. Was avoiding him for a while until I finally woke up…..it's weird."
Muzan raised an eyebrow at that. "6 eyed you said?"
"Yeah."
".....that's interesting." Muzan sounded concerned.
"I'll tell you more about it later. But….for now…" His face locked into a heavy, focused look.
"We're going to hunt down all the gangs in the bay and stop them."
"Lethally or….."
"I'd prefer if we could salvage our busted up reputation."
Muzan sighed. It was a quick sigh but one Chris noticed nonetheless
"Alright….also sorry i made a mess in there. They tried to fight back."
Chris hesitated before responding mellowly "I don't really care. You did what you had to do to survive. At least you killed those who deserved it at least….i guess."
"You sure? you seem-"
"What's done is done. I'm trying my best to move on. But at the same time….i don't know."
"Well look at it this way. Man isn't entitled, so when we think we are, we walk over others to achieve our goals. That's just the way we are. But on the other hand, if one cannot understand the beauty of life….how can god begin to understand him?"
"Because those with a broken heart can only be healed by the one who mends the heart and wipes away the tears. Whether it be god, a doctor, a friend….or even yourself."
"This got real philophofal real quick didn't it?"
"I guess it did….also philophofal?"
"What? Your sense of humor got canned with your sense of self?"
"Fuck you."
They both laughed at the sheer stupidity they created. It was new but oddly familiar.
"Sunrise in a few hours…"
Chris's smile faded as he looked towards the ground, he couldn't stop fiddling his hands.
"…is something on your mind still?"
"Muzan….these visions….they don't feel like mine….and I can't figure it out…..like there was the space whale, then the lower moon meeting…then I the fire guy…and then Kokushibo." Chris observed Muzan closely to gauge a reaction from the mental construct.
Muzan remained steadfast and calm. Not a single muscle twitches even as he mentioned the infamous 'Black Death.'
"Is there something you're not telling me?"
Muzan walked up to Chris and smiled warmly at him.
"I'm not sure there is anything to hide Chris. I'm just as lost as you are. And I'm you."
Chris contemplated for a few silent seconds, the spring breeze making his hair flow in the wind.
"Come on, you and I both know that movie was probably not even correct about how they represented the story. I mean no one on the good guys side even died. And we both know how unlikely that could have been."
"I guess….i mean…..the 6 eyed guy looked less threatening there than he did in my mind…..and if that's anything to go by…..then it definitely didn't show your namesake correctly either."
"My point exactly….but let's not rule it out just in case okay?"
He knew he wasn't going to get anything substantial now…..Muzan may have killed these people….but they were gangsters, drugees, hood rats, clogs in society. He felt nothing over their deaths. So he was willing to convince himself that Muzan was enraged and saw an opportunity. And acted accordingly.
"Okay…what about power wise? Anything you want to try and train me on? I mean I got a hold on shapeshifting." He flexed his arm and it became a large hawk wing, before he flexed it again and it returned to its human appearance. He seems more confident and sure, almost convinced but he hasn't forgotten about it. Probably won't.
Muzan flashed a friendly vixen smile. He brings his hands up and electricity dances from his hand for Chris to see. His red eyes mesmerized by the small light show.
"It's much more than you can imagine."
The tattooed man sat down onto a chair as he exhaled and observed the news TV with a furrowed brow. He found himself feeling genuine fear for perhaps the 2nd time in his entire life since his old gang was murdered.
He remembered the old tales from one of his old allies in Daiichi's gang. Hisoka would talk about these humanoid Yokai. He'd go on and on to Arata and Ryo to scare them, Ryo didn't believe they were real, just mere myths. But young Arata was easily fooled…..in the end all of them were foolish…..Even his mom would tell stories to scare him into eating his vegetables…That's all the confirmation he needed.
Abbadon, or Chris-his name didn't matter. He saw through the facade. It all matched up with the legends. Demon or not. Something like this wasn't something he could let slide under his radar.
Red, reptilian like eyes that seemed to glow, pale as death skin, sharp teeth, and if his information was correct. An appetite for human blood….
He'd be foolish to let his pride shroud his mind. A body is only as strong as the mind after all. And as such he is going to choose to stay cautious at the situation at hand. If demons are like what Hisoka said…then they're like miniature endbringers. Unkillable monsters. Except for sunlight. But the recent run-ins with the heroes proved that he can fight the best of them and get away before that became a serious issue.
The heroes weren't much to harp on, but he respected Armsmasters strength and intelligence. He himself encountered New Wave. Yet the boy escaped.
He just couldn't believe it was real. A part of him just couldn't believe such a creature could exist. But if it did, or a new age equivalent, then the risk is too much to be overlooked.
"Lee."
His loyal enforcer, Oni Lee appeared in mere moments of his call.
"Make sure everyone is kept wound tightly, don't let anyone do anything that may jeopardize our gang. But don't let the Empire or Merchants think we're backing down. Got it?"
"Yes Lung-sama."
Just like that, he vanished, he trusted Oni Lee, as for a time it was just him and Oni Lee as the only parahumans, he always had been slightly scatterbrained, but it never inhibited his focus during battle.
He felt more trustworthy than Bakuda in a sense, but Bakuda's talents within the ABB remain to be seen. For now, it looked like he was going to have to talk to Bakuda about developing a counter for Chris. Perhaps a bomb or gun. Bakuda would have ideas.
He also had an idea of his own. If sunlight was indeed a weakness. Then the sword that the demon slayers used in those stories may be effective, maybe Bakuda should prioritize something like that. It was made out of a metal that absorbed sunlight…..if what Hisoka and mother said was indeed true….then that may be the only current and reliable way to help stave off….
And potentially kill the demon that has invaded his new home. They only had a few mornings before it would be too late.
And that's that!
Chris is starting to see that things aren't as they seem. And Muzan is on a whole other tier of gaslighting. Things are finally starting to ramp up, the next chapter is the last half of the beginning motion of the story.
Again…sorry it takes me a month to get a new chapter up, life happened. I wish I could promise to be faster but I ain't gonna make a promise I know darn well I ain't gonna be able to keep. So it is what it is. Hopefully it isn't a bad thing.
hopefully.
Besides, I'm preoccupied. Family reunion stuff had me stressing, that and I saw rise of the beasts in theaters, straight gas, and I grinded for kid Buu, didn't get him :-(
Anyhow, all in all I'm kinda proud how the chapter came out, ain't perfect but for all my efforts i think it came out bare minimum decent. Overall the story seems to be going smoothly. And uhhh hopefully lung is bare minimum.
Also i'm redoing the summary again, i honestly can't figure out how to make a compelling and good summary….maybe ai will help or something.
Again sorry i'm late, but im glad this came out period.
Anyhow uhh..good night yall!
