Sunset Jagerman

[Omen sits on a bench in the park, keeping an eye on everyone passing by and seeing if they're a worthy target. He hasn't broken anyone in a while]

I swear.

[She touches her neck, hissing at the sting]

[She takes a deep breath and steps inside]

[Whispers from her "subconscious" grow louder and the mark on her neck glows, never stopping until her mission is done]

[There's the sound of yelling from inside. Then a crash, and then the screams of a man]

[Omen appears inside the room they're in, watching the scene unfold with a smile on his face]

[By the end of it, Sunset is covered in blood and standing over a corpse]

[She stands at the corpse, panting, adrenaline still running through her]

He was rotten to the [redacted ]core.

Which means it tastes better. Good job, Sunny.

...thanks

[She takes it]

[Sunset can feel something prickling on her head as she starts to feel every kind of pain and torment imaginable. Time seems to dilate as seconds feel like centuries. There's a gold glint in the Jagerman's eyes, and she hears a ticking clock]

[She isn't sure what's going on now]

[Time completely stops, and she stands in a black void with nothing but the sound of ticking still going on]

...this is the worst prize ever.

Who said that?

Chosen? For what?

Who even are you?

The what of what now?

Oooookaaaay?

Mhm.

Aww, come on. Be enthusiastic about it!

Okay. YEAH, I'll do it!

[She takes the furry hand, trying to ignore the smell]

[The same montage of pain goes back in her mind, but this time, it's ingrained in her soul. She's now made to hurt and kill as she wishes. Let others feel the pain she's experienced]

[She'll make everyone hurt like she has]

Do I have to have horns?

[He does nothing but giggle]

Seriously, how am I supposed to explain this at school?

[She starts looking for a hat to hide her horns with]

Any idea on how to hide these?

I don't have a beanie

to use my power to hurt people, that I was chosen, and that I'm his servant now

Yeah.

Good luck then. We're counting on you.

[She nods]

Got it.

[Omen sits on a bench in the park, keeping an eye on everyone passing by and seeing if they're a worthy target. He hasn't broken anyone in a while]

I swear.

[She touches her neck, hissing at the sting]

[She takes a deep breath and steps inside]

[Whispers from her "subconscious" grow louder and the mark on her neck glows, never stopping until her mission is done]

[There's the sound of yelling from inside. Then a crash, and then the screams of a man]

[Omen appears inside the room they're in, watching the scene unfold with a smile on his face]

[By the end of it, Sunset is covered in blood and standing over a corpse]

[She stands at the corpse, panting, adrenaline still running through her]

He was rotten to the [redacted ]core.

Which means it tastes better. Good job, Sunny.

...thanks

[She takes it]

[Sunset can feel something prickling on her head as she starts to feel every kind of pain and torment imaginable. Time seems to dilate as seconds feel like centuries. There's a gold glint in the Jagerman's eyes, and she hears a ticking clock]

[She isn't sure what's going on now]

[Time completely stops, and she stands in a black void with nothing but the sound of ticking still going on]

...this is the worst prize ever.

Who said that?

Chosen? For what?

Who even are you?

The what of what now?

Oooookaaaay?

Mhm.

Aww, come on. Be enthusiastic about it!

Okay. YEAH, I'll do it!

[She takes the furry hand, trying to ignore the smell]

[The same montage of pain goes back in her mind, but this time, it's ingrained in her soul. She's now made to hurt and kill as she wishes. Let others feel the pain she's experienced]

[She'll make everyone hurt like she has]

Do I have to have horns?

[He does nothing but giggle]

Seriously, how am I supposed to explain this at school?

[She starts looking for a hat to hide her horns with]

Any idea on how to hide these?

I don't have a beanie

to use my power to hurt people, that I was chosen, and that I'm his servant now

Yeah.

Good luck then. We're counting on you.

[She nods]

[Omen sits on a bench in the park, keeping an eye on everyone passing by and seeing if they're a worthy target. He hasn't broken anyone in a while]

I swear.

[She touches her neck, hissing at the sting]

[She takes a deep breath and steps inside]

[Whispers from her "subconscious" grow louder and the mark on her neck glows, never stopping until her mission is done]

[There's the sound of yelling from inside. Then a crash, and then the screams of a man]

[Omen appears inside the room they're in, watching the scene unfold with a smile on his face]

[By the end of it, Sunset is covered in blood and standing over a corpse]

[She stands at the corpse, panting, adrenaline still running through her]

He was rotten to the [redacted ]core.

Which means it tastes better. Good job, Sunny.

...thanks

[She takes it]

[Sunset can feel something prickling on her head as she starts to feel every kind of pain and torment imaginable. Time seems to dilate as seconds feel like centuries. There's a gold glint in the Jagerman's eyes, and she hears a ticking clock]

[She isn't sure what's going on now]

[Time completely stops, and she stands in a black void with nothing but the sound of ticking still going on]

...this is the worst prize ever.

Who said that?

Chosen? For what?

Who even are you?

The what of what now?

Oooookaaaay?

Mhm.

Aww, come on. Be enthusiastic about it!

Okay. YEAH, I'll do it!

[She takes the furry hand, trying to ignore the smell]

[The same montage of pain goes back in her mind, but this time, it's ingrained in her soul. She's now made to hurt and kill as she wishes. Let others feel the pain she's experienced]

[She'll make everyone hurt like she has]

Do I have to have horns?

[He does nothing but giggle]

Seriously, how am I supposed to explain this at school?

[She starts looking for a hat to hide her horns with]

Any idea on how to hide these?

I don't have a beanie

to use my power to hurt people, that I was chosen, and that I'm his servant now

Yeah.

[Omen sits on a bench in the park, keeping an eye on everyone passing by and seeing if they're a worthy target. He hasn't broken anyone in a while]

I swear.

[She touches her neck, hissing at the sting]

[She takes a deep breath and steps inside]

[Whispers from her "subconscious" grow louder and the mark on her neck glows, never stopping until her mission is done]

[There's the sound of yelling from inside. Then a crash, and then the screams of a man]

[Omen appears inside the room they're in, watching the scene unfold with a smile on his face]

[By the end of it, Sunset is covered in blood and standing over a corpse]

[She stands at the corpse, panting, adrenaline still running through her]

He was rotten to the [redacted ]core.

Which means it tastes better. Good job, Sunny.

...thanks

[She takes it]

[Sunset can feel something prickling on her head as she starts to feel every kind of pain and torment imaginable. Time seems to dilate as seconds feel like centuries. There's a gold glint in the Jagerman's eyes, and she hears a ticking clock]

[She isn't sure what's going on now]

[Time completely stops, and she stands in a black void with nothing but the sound of ticking still going on]

...this is the worst prize ever.

Who said that?

Chosen? For what?

Who even are you?

The what of what now?

Oooookaaaay?

Mhm.

Aww, come on. Be enthusiastic about it!

Okay. YEAH, I'll do it!

[She takes the furry hand, trying to ignore the smell]

[The same montage of pain goes back in her mind, but this time, it's ingrained in her soul. She's now made to hurt and kill as she wishes. Let others feel the pain she's experienced]

[She'll make everyone hurt like she has]

Do I have to have horns?

[He does nothing but giggle]

Seriously, how am I supposed to explain this at school?

[She starts looking for a hat to hide her horns with]

Any idea on how to hide these?

I don't have a beanie

to use my power to hurt people, that I was chosen, and that I'm his servant now

[Omen sits on a bench in the park, keeping an eye on everyone passing by and seeing if they're a worthy target. He hasn't broken anyone in a while]

I swear.

[She touches her neck, hissing at the sting]

[She takes a deep breath and steps inside]

[Whispers from her "subconscious" grow louder and the mark on her neck glows, never stopping until her mission is done]

[There's the sound of yelling from inside. Then a crash, and then the screams of a man]

[Omen appears inside the room they're in, watching the scene unfold with a smile on his face]

[By the end of it, Sunset is covered in blood and standing over a corpse]

[She stands at the corpse, panting, adrenaline still running through her]

He was rotten to the [redacted ]core.

Which means it tastes better. Good job, Sunny.

...thanks

[She takes it]

[Sunset can feel something prickling on her head as she starts to feel every kind of pain and torment imaginable. Time seems to dilate as seconds feel like centuries. There's a gold glint in the Jagerman's eyes, and she hears a ticking clock]

[She isn't sure what's going on now]

[Time completely stops, and she stands in a black void with nothing but the sound of ticking still going on]

...this is the worst prize ever.

Who said that?

Chosen? For what?

Who even are you?

The what of what now?

Oooookaaaay?

Mhm.

Aww, come on. Be enthusiastic about it!

Okay. YEAH, I'll do it!

[She takes the furry hand, trying to ignore the smell]

[The same montage of pain goes back in her mind, but this time, it's ingrained in her soul. She's now made to hurt and kill as she wishes. Let others feel the pain she's experienced]

[She'll make everyone hurt like she has]

Do I have to have horns?

[He does nothing but giggle]

Seriously, how am I supposed to explain this at school?

[She starts looking for a hat to hide her horns with]

Any idea on how to hide these?

I don't have a beanie

[Omen sits on a bench in the park, keeping an eye on everyone passing by and seeing if they're a worthy target. He hasn't broken anyone in a while]

I swear.

[She touches her neck, hissing at the sting]

[She takes a deep breath and steps inside]

[Whispers from her "subconscious" grow louder and the mark on her neck glows, never stopping until her mission is done]

[There's the sound of yelling from inside. Then a crash, and then the screams of a man]

[Omen appears inside the room they're in, watching the scene unfold with a smile on his face]

[By the end of it, Sunset is covered in blood and standing over a corpse]

[She stands at the corpse, panting, adrenaline still running through her]

He was rotten to the [redacted ]core.

Which means it tastes better. Good job, Sunny.

...thanks

[She takes it]

[Sunset can feel something prickling on her head as she starts to feel every kind of pain and torment imaginable. Time seems to dilate as seconds feel like centuries. There's a gold glint in the Jagerman's eyes, and she hears a ticking clock]

[She isn't sure what's going on now]

[Time completely stops, and she stands in a black void with nothing but the sound of ticking still going on]

...this is the worst prize ever.

Who said that?

Chosen? For what?

Who even are you?

The what of what now?

Oooookaaaay?

Mhm.

Aww, come on. Be enthusiastic about it!

Okay. YEAH, I'll do it!

[She takes the furry hand, trying to ignore the smell]

[The same montage of pain goes back in her mind, but this time, it's ingrained in her soul. She's now made to hurt and kill as she wishes. Let others feel the pain she's experienced]

[She'll make everyone hurt like she has]

Do I have to have horns?

[He does nothing but giggle]

Seriously, how am I supposed to explain this at school?

[She starts looking for a hat to hide her horns with]

Any idea on how to hide these?

I don't have a beanie

[Omen sits on a bench in the park, keeping an eye on everyone passing by and seeing if they're a worthy target. He hasn't broken anyone in a while]

I swear.

[She touches her neck, hissing at the sting]

[She takes a deep breath and steps inside]

[Whispers from her "subconscious" grow louder and the mark on her neck glows, never stopping until her mission is done]

[There's the sound of yelling from inside. Then a crash, and then the screams of a man]

[Omen appears inside the room they're in, watching the scene unfold with a smile on his face]

[By the end of it, Sunset is covered in blood and standing over a corpse]

[She stands at the corpse, panting, adrenaline still running through her]

He was rotten to the [redacted ]core.

Which means it tastes better. Good job, Sunny.

...thanks

[She takes it]

[Sunset can feel something prickling on her head as she starts to feel every kind of pain and torment imaginable. Time seems to dilate as seconds feel like centuries. There's a gold glint in the Jagerman's eyes, and she hears a ticking clock]

[She isn't sure what's going on now]

[Time completely stops, and she stands in a black void with nothing but the sound of ticking still going on]

...this is the worst prize ever.

Who said that?

Chosen? For what?

Who even are you?

The what of what now?

Oooookaaaay?

Mhm.

Aww, come on. Be enthusiastic about it!

Okay. YEAH, I'll do it!

[She takes the furry hand, trying to ignore the smell]

[The same montage of pain goes back in her mind, but this time, it's ingrained in her soul. She's now made to hurt and kill as she wishes. Let others feel the pain she's experienced]

[She'll make everyone hurt like she has]

Do I have to have horns?

[He does nothing but giggle]

Seriously, how am I supposed to explain this at school?

[She starts looking for a hat to hide her horns with]

Any idea on how to hide these?

[Omen sits on a bench in the park, keeping an eye on everyone passing by and seeing if they're a worthy target. He hasn't broken anyone in a while]

I swear.

[She touches her neck, hissing at the sting]

[She takes a deep breath and steps inside]

[Whispers from her "subconscious" grow louder and the mark on her neck glows, never stopping until her mission is done]

[There's the sound of yelling from inside. Then a crash, and then the screams of a man]

[Omen appears inside the room they're in, watching the scene unfold with a smile on his face]

[By the end of it, Sunset is covered in blood and standing over a corpse]

[She stands at the corpse, panting, adrenaline still running through her]

He was rotten to the [redacted ]core.

Which means it tastes better. Good job, Sunny.

...thanks

[She takes it]

[Sunset can feel something prickling on her head as she starts to feel every kind of pain and torment imaginable. Time seems to dilate as seconds feel like centuries. There's a gold glint in the Jagerman's eyes, and she hears a ticking clock]

[She isn't sure what's going on now]

[Time completely stops, and she stands in a black void with nothing but the sound of ticking still going on]

...this is the worst prize ever.

Who said that?

Chosen? For what?

Who even are you?

The what of what now?

Oooookaaaay?

Mhm.

Aww, come on. Be enthusiastic about it!

Okay. YEAH, I'll do it!

[She takes the furry hand, trying to ignore the smell]

[The same montage of pain goes back in her mind, but this time, it's ingrained in her soul. She's now made to hurt and kill as she wishes. Let others feel the pain she's experienced]

[She'll make everyone hurt like she has]

Do I have to have horns?

[He does nothing but giggle]

Seriously, how am I supposed to explain this at school?

[She starts looking for a hat to hide her horns with]

[Omen sits on a bench in the park, keeping an eye on everyone passing by and seeing if they're a worthy target. He hasn't broken anyone in a while]

I swear.

[She touches her neck, hissing at the sting]

[She takes a deep breath and steps inside]

[Whispers from her "subconscious" grow louder and the mark on her neck glows, never stopping until her mission is done]

[There's the sound of yelling from inside. Then a crash, and then the screams of a man]

[Omen appears inside the room they're in, watching the scene unfold with a smile on his face]

[By the end of it, Sunset is covered in blood and standing over a corpse]

[She stands at the corpse, panting, adrenaline still running through her]

He was rotten to the [redacted ]core.

Which means it tastes better. Good job, Sunny.

...thanks

[She takes it]

[Sunset can feel something prickling on her head as she starts to feel every kind of pain and torment imaginable. Time seems to dilate as seconds feel like centuries. There's a gold glint in the Jagerman's eyes, and she hears a ticking clock]

[She isn't sure what's going on now]

[Time completely stops, and she stands in a black void with nothing but the sound of ticking still going on]

...this is the worst prize ever.

Who said that?

Chosen? For what?

Who even are you?

The what of what now?

Oooookaaaay?