DRAMA PUNCH

Jen: Pretty osth.

DarkSkull: Jen? Your name is Jen, right? DarkSkull: I’m R-- I’m DarkSkull.

pristine: w -well y -you’re definitively th -that as well!

Being dragged back, he made rather embarrassing attempts for freedom. Kicking, punching, yelling. He even tried to take a bite or a few out of the hand on his face. He was truly crying now, out of frustration mostly. He wished something would change this mess, that someone would come help or that maybe the xface would get bored and let them go.

Slowly, she squeazed his face, tighter and tighter, waiting to see the sweet release of death on his face, then let him slip away from her grip, falling limp on the ground.

She stood there for a moment, watching the dead bodies surrounding her, then let out a satisfying sigh. Bless the gods, that was such a sweet feeling.

Before leaving the scene, she checked that they were all well dead, and traced a bloody mark on the ground.

DarkSkull: Hey... It's a real nice skull, seen up close.

*stands up while laughing* 

Jen: Morëth! Voehl Ru morëth, skull!  *points at his broken skull* ..your broking. Yes? *takes of her mask and tosses it to Darkskull* 

DarkSkull: Do you... want me to take your skull?

DarkSkull: Yeah, mine's broken, but it still holds up. I ain't gonna take your skull.

DarkSkull: ...

Andrew’s jumbled thoughts were snapped back onto how dangerous the situation was when he found himself being lifted off of the ground by this psychopath’s hand. How dare one individual be this strong, it was ridiculous! Anthony’s eyes were thrown open again as Andrew stared down at xface angrily, almost wishing that looks could kill right about now.

Jay: Hm… Yes. Sorry about that.

Jay: Hoh. Are you sure you don’t need a warning about that loose boot o’ yours that will make you fall on that crevice in two seconds, lady?