I do not own anything.
'thought'
"Speech"
"Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
System Text
Doing nothing but watching cartoons for hours upon hours at a time for several days in a row... without a hot redhead or a twin-tailed blonde to cuddle with is a little... ah... exhausting.
A low groan leaves my lips as I stretch, eyes straying back to the nearby floating window.
"Just one more episode." I breathe.
I'll admit, after I got through the early slog, beyond the black and white, and into the parts that are actually sort of funny, it was quite enjoyable.
I tap the screen.
"Five... minutes?" I mutter quietly.
Well.
Okay.
The short is of Bugs running from Elmer and Daffy in a movie theatre which was unfurled from a large roll of concrete.
Ah.
Toon force.
Where an entire building can be rolled up in a burrito of concrete.
I haven't exactly been lucky so far, but I have high hopes!
The short ends with a certain rascally rabbit trapping the two inside a horror movie.
A breath leaves my lips.
"Thus. One hundred percent."
"Let's see here." I whisper under my breath.
Looney Tunes/Merrie Melodies: 100%:
Total Episodal Reward: 20.8 Shop Points
Milestone Rewards:
25%: 100 Shop Points, ACME Giant Rubber Band
50%: 200 Shop Points, Endless can of paint, lifetime subscription of explosive cigars.
75%: 600 Shop Points, Hammerspace Power, ACME Tornado Seeds
100%: 1000 Shop Points, T̸̻́o̶̱͊ö̵͓́n̸̼̔ f̸o̵r̴c̶e̷.
My eyes strain slightly as I narrow my eyes.
'wh- is this glitched-'
Toon force?
I got it...
I reach out and tap the words.
BAD DECISION-
WHAT
OH NO
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
The white haired teen collapses into his bed, clutching his head, letting out an anguished scream that is muffled by the pillows.
He writhes in sheer agony as he feels his very body changing. Morphing. Cells dying. Reviving. An expanse of knowledge he was not prepared to gain access to hammering against his brain turning his thoughts to mush, his body shivers and shakes... then there is an eerie calm.
He sits up. Sole orange eye glinting in the darkness of his relatively messy room.
He vacantly stares upwards, gazing into the far ceiling corner of the room. Gazing. Watching. Observing.
Its... almost as if he can see...
"You." He breathes out his sole eye tracing the walls around him. "There are... a lot of you..."
Pov: elsewhere
A blonde devil slowly walks down a hallway, a small smile on his face.
In just seven days, his beloved Rias will be his. There's nothing conceivable her pathetic peerage could do to his assortment of fetishes-
Reality seems to twist and bend, all being drawn back to one sole room.
Pov: R̸̡͐͐ȩ̵̹̀t̵̯̗͛ũ̷͕̈́r̸̳͉̂͝ṅ̵̪͚̑ė̵̖d̸̠̄͌
"No no no." The white haired Yugioh Card Art sitting on the bed chastises. "I wasn't done speaking yet."
He falls silent for a long couple of moments.
"What? Not going to say anything?" He questions the empty air. "Is this all just fucking entertainment for you freaks?!"
He rises to his feet, eye narrowing in indignation a snarl leaving his lips. "Well TOUGH SHIT!"
A small giggle begins to leave his lips before it devolves into full-blown mad cackling.
"PAHAHAHAHAHH! Ahhh..." he continues in a sing-songy voice. "I Had Strings, But now i'm free~ There are no strings on me~"
"That's fucking rich. I'm not about to dance to your fucking tunes anymore fuckers. I'm the star, and you're all just the fucking laugh track."
He cups his chin, quietly pondering how to get rid of the weirdos observing him and-
Reading his thoughts... apparently.
'That is fucking annoying. Don't these freaks have any boundaries?' He glowers before gazing upwards. 'At least its a text format. That keeps quite a lot hidden. How long have they been observing. What is the fucking point of this?'
His eyes close for a long moment. "Hmm... how do I cripple viewer retention? What does not translate well to a text format?"
"..."
"Song!" He grins evilly. "Ooooh that gives me a good idea~ heheheh~"
Do not.
"What are you going to do about it if I do?" The white haired devil smugly smirks up at nothing. "After all. You were the one who allowed me to get that~ you could have given me literally anything else... or even a variant without this much power. This is all... your... fault."
A can of paint appears in his hand followed by a large paint brush. He dips the end of the brush into the paint and allows it to drip on the floor.
A long line slowly rises upwards, eventually filling out into a black cane.
He slips the paint behind his back, at which point it utterly vanishes, then picks up the cane, twirling it between his fingers. A low hum leaving his mouth.
"What to do. What to do~"
He pauses as he seemingly has a thought.
"Huh... checking the script... and... that twist? Really? Isn't that cliché as hell? How the hell do I even EXIST! This is bordering on bad fanfiction territory. Like, wouldn't I have been hunted down in the past? How did I even enter the human adoption cycle?! What, are there like... seals hiding my heritage? That's a fucking cop out, dude! Did my dad take one look at me and be all 'Heh. Fuck this kid. Give him a stupid name. That'd be fucking funny... fuck... he's one of those 'lol so random' types that'd do that shit, hm?" He scoffs. "Well. This makes my relationship with Issei a little more... awkward."
"I wonder how my young nephew is going to take this, hm? Oh wait. You've probably not even thought of that yet! Hah! Well better get planning cause when I tell everyone I'm related to-
A white haired teen with orange highlights dramatically throws open a door.
He blinks repeatedly gazing around his new surroundings in surprise.
Point proven... How much time did he just lose?
An hour? Ten minutes?
Seven days?
A voluptuous red-haired woman in a schoolgirl's uniform that seems to be in a constant battle to keep her assets contained looks over, a white haired maid in front of her.
"Oh! Verrti! What are you doing here?"
"I finished the series." The teen admits.
"Oh... and..." Rias begins quietly. "Did... did you get it?"
The white haired teen turns, drawing a bucket of paint from behind his back and haphazardly swipes it across the wall in a slight arc. "I don't know, Rias... did I?"
The paint dribbles down, somehow perfectly shading and evenly distributing itself, then, it's as if a tunnel appears in the wall as he turns and walks back into it.
He puts his hands on his hips as the red haired girl's eyes widen, she rockets to her feet and quickly approaching, pressing her hand against the wall.
"it's already dry..."
"Crazy right." The white haired teen appears right beside her, causing her entire body to flinch. Rias looks between her pawn and the portrait of himself on the wall repeatedly, a devious grin steadily forming on her face.
"I see~ ohohoho he won't know what'll hit him!"
"So. How has your... ah... two weeks? been, Rias?" He asks.
"Well. I have been training quite intensively. Your little thing was quite helpful in allowing me to draw out the full potential of the training I did. Right now, I am speaking with Grayfia about the rating game. As the less advantaged peerage, it has been decided that we hold the advantage to decide the location of the rating game... so we can choose our battlefield to benefit us almost exclusively. I was personally thinking Kuoh Academy... do you have any suggestions, Verrti?"
"Pull a power move and choose the Phenex Estate." He shrugs.
The girl stares for a long moment before a slightly smug look appears on her face. "heh... ooh that'll be rich."
She turns. "Grayfia. I believe that I will choose the Phenex estate as the location for our rating game."
"Are- Are you sure, Rias?" The woman frowns. "This rating game will decide your marriage contract."
"I'm sure." Rias nods slowly. "Just a little insult to injury. I have full faith in my peerage's ability to defeat Riser's."
She looks to her hand, red energy igniting around it. "And I have full faith in my ability to defeat Riser."
Pov: Elsewhere. (N̶͖̙͂ò̷̥͎̋t̷̞̔ ̷̬̲́͆M̴̠̅e̶̟̿)
"Well, we have a game with quite the potential here today! Riser Phenex, an up and coming rating game player with an impressive win rate and his Fiancee, Rias Gremory, Heiress of the house of Gremory and the Lucifer's little sister!" A man with light blue hair begins. "I'm Naud Gamigin from the PNN, and today I will be the commentator for this match! Today I am joined by the number two rated rating game player, Roygun Belphegor!"
The camera pans to a woman with bright pink hair, two curved horns sprout from behind her ears, curving forwards towards her face. "It is a pleasure to be here, Naud. It isn't often that I get a chance to commentate on rating games involving newer players. This would be Rias' first ever rating game, correct?"
"It is indeed." The man nods. "While her opponent here has thirteen rating games under his belt, having a fairly shocking win-loss ratio of nine wins to three losses. An utterly incredible ratio for a relatively new rating game player like he is."
"The odds are stacked against the Gremory Girl." Roygun observes. "There's just something innate about rating games you won't get until you've had a couple."
"Let's talk about the location of our rating game today... the Phenex estate!"
"Unlucky. It seems Riser won the coin flip and decided on a battleground that is incredibly familiar to him." The woman states.
"Ah... actually, according to my notes here... Heiress Gremory was the one to choose the battle field." Naud frowns. "The phenex peerage has had their startling location on the outskirts of the territory, at the golden gates of the Phenex household, while Rias has been given the mush more well-defended position of the Phenex estate itself, with the promotion locations being the master bedroom and the top floor of the gatehouse respectively."
"Hrm..." Roygun hums. "There is a thin line between confidence and arrogance. I am unsure of which she has. It is a... fool hearty decision. One that places her at a strict disadvantage. I am unsure why she would do such a thing. What of their peerages?"
"Well, the Phenex peerage is common knowledge. A full set of fifteen pieces. The notable pieces being Riser's Queen, known as the 'Bomb Queen' due to her incredibly powerful explosion magic... next, would be Riser's Bishop, the young daughter of the Phenex family, Ravel Phenex, who
has joined her brother's peerage to gain experience for her own potential debut in the rating game arena."
"And the Gremory peerage?" Roygun questions.
"Not much is known. The only one that has any form of history would be her sole rook. The younger sister of the fiendish stray devil Kuroka."
"Ah. Yes. I remember that. So the child that the Lucifer pardoned found her way into the peerage of his younger sister... I see." The woman frowns.
"As for the Gremory Heiress' other peerage members... not much is known. All we have are their general descriptions. The first, her queen, Akeno Himejima. It is safe to assume she holds some relation to the dreadfully annoying and xenophobic Himejima clan, one of the five principal clans of Japan!
"Next, would be her knights. The first... ah... some guy named... Kaiba?"
"..." there's a quiet murmer off screen. "Kibah? Seriously?"
"Then she's got... some fallen angel as her second knight... it appears she wasn't permitted to use her mutated bishop and- oh... oh dear..."
"What is it?" The woman questions.
"She has one sole pawn... which used up all eight of her pawn pieces... Seven regular and one mutated."
"..."
"I see. She seeks to rely on the strength of that sole pawn for the win that is certainly... a strategy... not one that I'd personally choose." Roygun seems disappointed.
"Well, why don't we see the state of the peerages as they near the end of their preparation time."
The screen shifts, showing a massive palace-like building, suddenly the screen splits in two, one side showing a blonde man with his arms slung around some girl in a maid outfit, casually groping her breast as he locks lips with a second.
On the other...
"NO. NO NO NO." A red haired woman growls. "You CANNOT get away with saying such blasphemous shit. He is NOT a kaiju!"
"He totally is!" A white haired teen with orange highlights replies.
H̶e̷'̷s̷ ̶s̵o̶ ̷a̵t̴t̵r̷a̷c̴t̵i̴v̷e̴,̸ ̴H̸o̸t̸,̴ ̵s̴u̵c̸h̴ ̶a̷ ̸c̴o̵o̷l̴ ̵d̸u̷d̵e̷ ̷a̷n̸d̸ ̷a̵ ̷p̶e̸a̶k̸ ̵g̴a̵m̷e̶r̴ ̵w̴h̸o̶ ̶c̷a̸n̷ ̴t̴o̴t̴a̵l̸l̷y̸ ̵b̴e̷a̴t̴ ̶t̵h̸e̵ ̵c̶r̶a̷s̵h̴ ̴b̶a̴n̷d̵i̵c̷o̸o̷t̷ ̷t̵i̷m̶e̸ ̸t̵r̶i̷a̸l̴s̵ ̴a̵n̸d̴ ̸w̵i̵l̷l̸ ̶t̶o̴t̶a̴l̴l̴y̸ ̸b̸a̴n̸g̵ ̸R̵i̸a̴s̷ ̵i̸n̵ ̷s̷u̶p̸e̶r̶ ̴h̶o̶t̵ ̸s̵e̷g̷g̶s̷ ̵w̴h̸i̶c̴h̵ ̷y̴o̶u̴ ̸w̸i̸l̸l̵ ̸N̸E̶V̷E̷R̸ ̵s̶e̵e̷.̷
"He's a giant version of a typical species with some sort of 'special ability' like atomic breath, or the ability to do an anti-gravity drop kick!" The white haired guy continues.
"I think it's sort of a matter of size, really. I'm with Rias on this one." A blonde with pigtails observes from the side.
A white haired girl with an emotionless expression is sat across from them, quietly eating peanuts.
"His size is inconsistent across movie, tv show and book appearances! He can go from about twenty five feet tall to well over fifty! That's like... a third of Godzilla's height in the first movie! Plus, he grows depending on love, so realistically if you just get enough people to love him, he could totally beat Godzilla!"
"For the LAST TIME, Verrti... CLIFFORD THE BIG RED DOG IS NOT A KAIJU!"
"I think Kaiju is more of a Japanese thing as well... and last time I checked, Clifford wasn't japanese in origin." The blonde agrees.
"SEE!" Rias exclaims. "PROOF!"
"Hmph. I can see you two aren't women of culture." The white haired boy sniffs arrogantly. "Fine. Let me reach into my hat of unhinged debate topics."
A comically sized top hat appears in his hand. He reaches inside, swirling around his hand briefly.
He pulls out a slip of paper, opens it, then seemingly gazes directly at the rating game sensor. "Mr. Peanut is a national villain."
"..."
"Alright. My curiosity is peaked..." Rias mutters. "Go on?"
"If you don't see the problems of a peanut selling other peanuts, I literally have nothing to say to you. You're too far gone."
"Pretty dark, dude." The blonde observes.
"He LEGITIMATELY sells peanuts! He's like... a fucking black market organ salesman! His old logo LITERALLY had slaves on it! He's a slave owner who genocides his own race and feeds their corpses to US! He's a literal MONSTER in peanut shell! He should be in Peanut HELL!"
Rias lets out a small huff. "Alright. I agree. Next?"
"Revenge is a cool thing and you CAN use it and it'll make you feel better. Don't listen to anyone who's all 'Revenge isn't good' they're full of shit!"
"Well, the Gremory group seems... in high spirits." Naud observes.
"So... they don't even have a plan..." Roygun sighs. "It does truly look like she's relying on the strength of her pawn for any opportunity to win."
"So. Rias. What's the plan?" Said pawn immediately speaks up.
"I have watched all of Riser's games. Typically nine times out of ten, he goes for something akin to the Tennison Gambit. Being willing to sacrifice his pieces in the pursuit of victory. He will almost certainly try to use his much larger peerage as an advantage against my own. His first course
of action will be to probably take the foyer. He will use a small force for this to prod at us. No more than three pawns and a greater piece like a rook. Their goal will be to hold whoever I send there until his queen can swoop in and shoot them in the back, his peerage perhaps even grabbing onto you and accepting the incoming explosion to deal just even the slightest bit of damage to you."
"That is why I have had Akeno and Kiba lay traps at specific locations around the estate. Realistically, all we'll need to do is wait and clean up the stragglers... not that we would even need to do that... I bet any single piece in my peerage could take down all of his by themselves."
"So... am I not fighting?" The white haired teen frowns.
"You are... frankly too powerful. You might kill him." The Redhead sighs dramatically.
The white haired teen's- finger... seems to... curve around the split down the middle of the screen.
"Oh... it would be... sooooo..." The split screen is bent like a bow's drawstring as he lazily pulls his arm back, then he lets go, causing it to spring back at high speeds, slapping into the cheek of one of Riser's pawns on the other half of the screen. "Easy."
"OW!" the blue haired girl cries, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek. "Which one of you hit me?!"
"Wh-" one of the commentators gasps "What just- is that allowed?"
"I... I don't even know what just happened." Roygun blinks.
"I don't believe we'll need your strength today." Rias shakes her head.
"Awww what?! Come on! I want to destroy him!" The white haired teen pouts.
"Yes. And you are definitely strong enough to do so, but then, if you were to do so, I would have the problem of people assuming that I am merely relying on your strength."
"But Rias! Look at how much I've fucking prepared!" The camera pans to a table full of pies.
"I- ah... have sort of been wondering what you were going to do with all of those?" Rias mutters.
"Throw them... probably." He admits.
"No." The white haired little girl growls.
"Fine, Fine." The pawn sighs. "But Rias, I can give you a good reason as to why I should be allowed to do my dark work."
"Yes?"
"It would make me feel good and be really funny... also, don't you want to be a rating game champion or something? You could totally conceal everyone's powers and abilities if I just go and solo his peerage."
"..."
"Hm." The woman ponders for a long moment.
"Fine." The woman sighs. "Have fun. Be my little court jester. If I don't laugh watching this later, I'll punish you."
"That's hot. I live to serve, my king! I have two personalities. The nicest clown you've ever met and a twisted fucking psychopath." The teen rolls his eye as he stands. "Now... I don't believe I'll be able to take his peerage on by myself... so... I might just go get a little help. Heheh."
I̴ ̴s̷p̴e̵n̵t̷ ̴o̸v̴e̵r̴ ̶a̴ ̵w̶e̵e̴k̵ ̵w̶a̴t̸c̵h̷i̷n̷g̵ ̸m̴u̴s̴i̴c̷a̸l̷s̵ ̵i̵n̶ ̶o̵r̷d̶e̸r̵ ̶t̴o̷ ̸g̵e̸t̴ ̵a̴n̴ ̶i̸m̴p̶e̷c̷c̶a̷b̴l̶e̸ ̸s̴i̷n̴g̸i̷n̷g̴ ̷v̴o̶i̴c̵e̸ ̶i̵n̶ ̶p̸r̷e̵p̵a̶r̷a̸t̷i̸o̵n̵ ̴f̶o̷r̸ ̴t̶h̴i̴s̵
He raises a hand, snapping his finger.
Music... begins playing?
He brings out a bucket of paint and splashes it on the wall. A void of inky darkness appearing on the flat surface. It is detailed in such a way that it looks as if you could just simply walk into it.
He proceeds to walk into the shadows, reaching out behind him.
A tendril of darkness shoots from his hand, grasping the sensor and pulling it close.
He lets it go as he continues walking in utter darkness, the only illumination being the large hole behind him. Each and every step causes the darkness to ripple.
"What is happening-" Naud Gamigin begins
"Welcome home~" he sings as he continues walking, platforms rising from the darkness. "I'm gonna make you wish that you'd stayed gone."
"Is- Is he singing?" Roygun blinks.
"Saaay hello to a new status quooo..." The teen darkly chuckles. "Everyone knows that there's a brand. new. Dawn. Turn the TV OOOOOOON!"
He throws his head back, blue fire rushing over the darkness and consuming everything as he begins cackling.
"Cameras rolling in three... two..."
A logo appears on the screen as the commentates are shoved out of the way.
"Wel-come to the show! Welcome to the show!"
The white haired teen reappears sat behind a large desk, a stack of papers in his hand that he straightens by tapping them on the table.
A headline slides into view at the bottom of the screen."Unremarkable Loser back from Fucking Off."
"Top of the hour, and we're discussing a certain has-been-" He gestures to the side, an image opening that is...
A really unflattering depiction of Riser with a bunch of little scribbles of insults drawn around it. Below the picture is 'Artist's Rendition'. "- who has been seen returning to the rating game scene after a seven week absence, did anyone miss him? Did anyone notice? More on tonight's program!"
The screen glitches, showing the teen stood in front of a store with a news microphone. He is stood next to... a copy of himself?
There's a third holding a news camera just behind them that the people watching the rating game can see thanks to the actual camera having a sort of 'over the shoulder' view of the third copy.
"So, the Phenex devil is back in town!" The one holding the microphone grins before holding it out to the first copy he is 'interviewing' who speaks next. "Why's he hanging around?"
The first one turns and faces the camera. "What does that mean for YOUR family?"
"Well, handily I've got good news! He's a loser. A weakling. And I don't mean to sound hostile but-" he covers his mouth slightly then the screen explodes, shifting into multiple different camera angles of a podium as with a burst of flame he appears wearing clothes similar to a pope, just with upside down crosses. "The Phenex Devil is a coward!"
He leans forwards, a grin on his face. "You can take that as gospel, pulling my viewers? Impossible! I'm visual he's barely audible!"
"Stop giving him the time of day!" The screen shifts through numerous other copies of the pawn, eventually coming to a version of him in a Hawaiian shirt and a captain's hat. "Don't listen to a word he'd say!"
He grabs his shirt and rips it off effortlessly, revealing his original clothing. "I hope he had a nice vay-cay but he should have stayed away!"
"While he hid in radio-" The Logo of the Phenex News Network appears in the top corner of the screen with a caption under it. 'Roughly 72% of all of the PNN's content is radio-based'. "We pivoted to video!"
"Now his family's medium is getting bloody raaaare!" He is once more in another outfit. In another set, removing a roasted chicken from an oven, this time in chef clothing.
"Hell's been better since he split. Where's he been? WHO GIVES A SHIT!" He exclaims, now in some sort of 'tonight show'esque set. Sitting across from another version of himself who is sipping tea.
"Salutations!" He waves, voice slightly modulated to be radio-esque. "Good to be back on the air!"
He looks his nails. "Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with STYLE has treated Hell to a broadcast! Sinners rejoice!"
"Can't knock a classy voice." The other version shrugs.
"Instead of a skirt chasing mediocre rating game reject." The radio-voiced copy continues.
"ooooh!" The first winces.
"Is Riser insecure, pursuing allure, moving between this girl and that, is no-one working?" He continues.
"Ignore his chirping!" The image of a baby chicken appears on the screen as the 'host' laughs.
"Every day he's got a new side chick." The pawn with the modulated voice smirks.
The host throws his arms out around him. "You're looking at the future!"
He points to Riser's picture. "He's the shit the comes before that!"
"Is Riser as strong as he proports, or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without his sister's schemes!"
"In-deed~"
There's an image of chibified Riser fighting with his little sister.
It cuts to a live feed of Riser, he looks furious, seemingly overhearing the Gremory pawn mocking him this entire time. He glares towards the camera, so it appears that the one who has taken over has made it visible.
"And here's the sugar on the cream, Riser asked Rias to join his team! She said no and now he's pissy that's the tea!"
"YOU LOW CLASS TRASH! I WILL MAKE YOU LIVE IN ETERNAL SUFFERING-"
"Uh oh." The host hums. "The chicken is cluckening."
"I'LL DESTROY YOU- YOU LITTLE-"
The screen holding Riser slowly glitches and distorts. "I'm afraid... you've lost your signal."
Suddenly there's just one of the Gremory pawn, sat sideways in a massive chair, legs thrown over the arm.
"Let's begiiin~" he grins, glaring at the camera. "I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone! Tuuune on in~"
"When. I'm. Done." He continues, his sole eye beginning to glow an unnatural and ethereal orange color. "Your status Quo will know it's race. has. run. Oooh this will be fun."
*Error* No Signal. *Error*
The pawn's cackles echo out through the broken screen.
The commentators slowly slide back into view as the screen crackles once more, returning to normal.
Their expressions are flat and a little pale. Eyes darting around the screen.
"..."
"What the fuck just happened?" The man suddenly speaks.
T̶H̸A̸T̴'̴S̷ ̷R̸I̶G̷H̴T̶!̸ ̶I̵ ̵c̷a̴n̶ ̶s̸e̶e̷ ̷e̴a̷c̸h̵ ̷a̶n̵d̷ ̴e̶v̴e̶r̴y̷ ̴o̵n̶e̶ ̵o̴f̵ ̷y̵o̷u̵ ̵l̷i̶t̴t̸l̶e̴ ̵b̶a̴s̸t̷a̷r̶d̷s̷!̴ ̷I̶ ̴h̴o̴p̵e̸ ̶y̵o̸u̴ ̴l̴i̵k̷e̵ ̷m̵u̷s̶i̴c̸ ̶b̴e̷c̴a̴u̷s̸e̷ ̸t̴h̵e̸r̴e̷'̴s̷ ̸g̸o̴i̸n̴g̸ ̴t̷o̵ ̵b̷e̵ ̸a̴t̶ ̷l̶e̵a̶s̷t̸ ̷t̶w̷o̷ ̴m̵o̴r̴e̸ ̸o̸f̴ ̸t̸h̷e̶s̵e̶!̴ ̵I̸f̴ ̸y̶o̷u̸ ̷d̵o̷n̴'̸t̷?̴ ̶T̸O̵O̸ ̵B̶A̴D̶!̸ ̸Y̶o̷u̷'̵r̷e̴ ̸w̸a̴t̶c̷h̶i̶n̵g̷ ̷M̸Y̷ ̷l̵i̵f̵e̵ ̷s̶o̷ ̶w̶e̷'̵r̵e̵ ̸p̵l̵a̷y̴i̵n̷g̶ ̷b̴y̶ ̶M̷Y̶ ̸r̷u̷l̴e̵s̵!̶
Uhhh...
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Have a , I guess? flameclawsxx
Edit: Had to fix some text. QQ doesn't like cursive text apparently.