{NO} STRINGS ⁽ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖˡᵃʸ⁾

                    “This was more FUN.” Crooned with amusement written in chaotic eyes as the fox smiles something wicked. “We don’t play by your rules. We don’t play by a n y rules.”

                     “Far from it.” Small answer uttered past lips soon licked over. Teeth could sink into that skin -- rip the other to pieces. Taste warm crimson, bathe in Stuarts insides only to leave him as a present for Stiles to find later. Oh, much later. What a GIFT that would be. “How unfortunately we never got to dig up those memories.” Claws extend on the creature’s right hand, tap light against denim covered thighs as cogs spiral on in dark hues -- ideas trailing in one after the other. “You should SHOW us what you’ve been taught.”

                    “Who ever said you had a CHOICE?” Gaze pales to nothing friendly as the fox’s shoulders square off, a step taken towards the human. “We said on your knees -- do it and maybe you’ll get to keep a finger.”

                    ( sniffs you out of love )

                   “Turning us into a fly HARDLY constitutes as killing. Always knew you were dumb but this is just pathetic.”

                   Hum resounds with malice laced through the tune, tongue gliding over currently blunt teeth. What a display -- just for the creature here in this moment. “That just won’t do.” Breathed with a tap of one foot before the fox’s head tilts once again. Another hum. “I bet it was that brother of yours, wasn’t it?”

                   “Oh, Stiles -- you think we can’t MAKE you do what we want still? You might want to rethink who you’re dealing with.”

                “My, my -- such COMPLIANCE.” Smirk evident as the fox watches closely to every stifled action. “Is that from fear or did someone train you to be so obedient?”

                   Brow risen as lips curl – amusement setting into features. “And WHERE would the fun be in that, little brother? We all know you’re fucked up enough that you E N J O Y doing the dirty work.” The creature moves, gives a flick to a covered eye socket with a twisted smirk. “Stop pretending to be otherwise.”

                       Remorse on features? Far from it. The fox is more or less contemplating having a taste at the smeared crimson over digits. Though the strawberry blond leads to a distraction – dark hues flickering up towards her. “You DON’T command us.”

                    “And you’ll have a many as I decide to give you, Allison. Pretty toy like you… why bother wasting it just yet? Your screams sound like MUSIC.”

                   “We may need to FIX that now, won’t we, Stiles?” What fun was the game if the human didn’t hurt as much as possible? “Maybe we’ll bring back the head of your dad – see how much that hurts to look at.”