“I-I’m not sure if she’ll like it! What if she doesn’t like it? Then what can I do?” Merlee said to herself. “I have the maid dress, I made some dinner, but what if she doesn’t like any of it? Then what?“
“ D̸o҉ ͢n̡o̶t wor̕r̛y,͝ puppet͡~ Śhe'll̀ ͡l̡ov̷e ̸it̸.̢ ̷An͜d ҉i͘f͏ ͞sh͡e do͢e͘sn'͠t͝,͜ th͟en ̶you'lļ h͝a̢v̕e t̛o i̸mp̴r҉o̶vise̸ ̢a̶long҉ ̢the̢ ͟way. R̕emem̷beŗ ͡yo͝ur f̢i̛rs̴t m͟at͘e?̵ “ The parasite said within her head through screeches and terrifying voices. Merlee nodded to herself, grabbing the plate of steak and placing it on the table. There is only one thing left that’s missing.
“ Y͡o͝u must̴ kn̨o͏w͘ what҉ ̢t͟o҉ ͜d̵o̕,͟ p̴uppe͢t.̷ ͞If͜ ̧y̨o͝u ́want hęr to ̛b̷e wit̸h y̕o̢u foŗe͢vèr,͏ yo̵u͡ ͏m̡us͝t sącri͢fice̶ y͏o͏ur̨ bl͞oǫḑ ͟o̧n͟to ͟t͟h͢e͜ ̴food͢, s҉he ͘wi͢l̨l ̷eat͡ ̛i̧t,͝ ̶a̷nd th͞en͏ ̸she͜'ş ͝par͞t͟ o͝f us͜~ “ The parasite said, chuckling though it doesn’t like chuckling than just screeches and indescribable voices. Merlee nodded again, taking a sharp knife, raising her hand over the food, and cutting at her wrist. She winced in pain, but continued to fight through it, watching as her blood drip onto the food, a mixture of her blood color and a black substances coming out from the cut she made.
“I-I-It’s all ready~! She’ll love it for sure!” Merlee said, giggling maniacally and jerks her hand away, not even tending to the wound.
