Saturday, February 23, 2013

Exaggerated Reports of my Death

They are exaggerated.

Seriously, I'M NOT DEAD. So I lost a little bit of my Kool-Aid, so WHAT? The body makes more!

Like lots more! Just takes time. I feels LOADS better. I felt bad when I was low on Kool-Aid, and now that some time has passed and my body has made some more I feel fine. And my body will keep making more. Eventually I'll be ABLE TO DO STUFF, again.

Right now I can only do one handed things so I'm assuming I only have 50% of my Kool-Aid yet because its still not safe to use my other arm or make WIDER MOTIONS with that half of my body. Err... that corner really?

So I have like 75% if its just that one forth I can't use right?

See? Nothing to worry about. I'm getting BETTER all the time!


Moth seems to think I should talk about what happened. He left me a note telling me to before he left today.

I told him, "THAT'S FUCKING STUPID. Who would hear it? You? Why would I pander to some SOULLESS FUCKING MUTE. I'll just blog it."

He started growling. Felt on his forehead. LEFT LIKE A BITCH. I win. I always do.


Okay, so Moth was searching this hotel floor. It was another dead end, apparently, but he wanted clues or something? Somewhere to go from here that might have answers. Which is silly. We're following a 6 year old trail. TIME DESTROYS CLUES.

Now, in hindsight, I should have known we were about to get attacked. I've been getting sloppy. COMPLIANT.

Some police bitch came up and was asking people to leave one at a time. I didn't SEE her, but I heard her. First missed Red Flag, she skipped us.

Second flag came when I realized she missed only us. I thought to my self, "OH?! Alone? NAP TIME!"

So I stretched. I was getting ready to curl up on the floor. Let Moth do his stupid searching thing ON HIS FUCKING OWN.

I remember hearing a 'ping' sound from the glass behind me. Sudden, my should was ON FIRE! And GUSHING Kool-Aid.

I should have dropped then but I wasn't thinking.

I grabbed my shoulder and tried to keep the Kool-Aid in by bracing the back wound against the wall and pushing on the front which hurt like ALL FUCKING HELL. IT BURNED, AND STUNG, and the red was getting everywhere.

"M-Moth!" I called. He was already coming over, he heard it too. He took one look at me and the window behind me and dropped.


I didn't get to finish that. There was a noise...

'Click'. Like the sound of a trigger being pulled?

I finally dropped myself. I finally realized what was going on.

It wasn't hot anymore... things where starting to get cold. I was having a hard time moving....


I threw all my weight with what little strength I could muster into one direction and watched as a bullet ripped through the glass again and cut right into the floor.

I don't know why it took me so long to realized I had been shot from behind... should have been faster... or something...

Moth scooped me up. Ran. One arm under me, one arm trying to keep pressure on my shoulder.

So much... Kool-Aid. I was too big... or he was too small. We weren't moving fast enough.



I kicked the wall hard. Threw us Moth off balance and we started to fall.


Never heard the world scream so loud when I ripped a path portal open.

THE MONSTERS CAN HEAR IT. They were coming.

Moth quickly scooped me up once more. In his panic he started running. Random direction. I could hear them. Chasing us.

It was so dark. No more colors... or shapes... just blurs...

Moth stopped... must not be just behind us anymore.

More SCREAMS as I forced one last portal open... fell into the black...

Woke up in bed, stitched up... and cold.

Could barely move. I was so weak. I looked up at Moth hovering over me. He had passed out... hunch over me.

I did what anyone would have done. I LURCHED MY SELF high and headbutted him HARD in his STUPID FUCKING FACE and then screamed BLOODY FUCKING MURDER as my stitches ripped open.

And I've been recovering ever since.

See? No reason to be dead. Didn't lose all my Kool-Aid. Hell, that sniper only hit me ONCE! I'm tougher then that. It'd take 5 bullets minimum and AT LEAST 2 of those bullets would need to have been head shots.

I'm fine.

Picasso Entry End.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

No Loose Lips

But sometimes shit just sinks, I guess.

They found us.

I'm assuming they found us with Trackers. Couldn't have been the blog this time, we were being careful for once. But we haven't been moving very far in our search and I guess they just eventually caught up to us. I suppose it doesn't help that Picasso keeps making a public spectacle of herself and has easily identifiable pieces of mask glued to her stupid fucking face.

It pains me to say so but we should have been using the path to create breaks in our trail or to just rush our travel time in general. But... I just... really do not want to go there. That place makes me want to peel away at my own flesh to stop my skin from crawling. It really just... fucks with my head in general. I can't concentrate when I go there. I keep forgetting where I was going when I'm in there...

But I see little alternative anymore. Not that it will help nearly as much right now since we've been searching out a finite area. If we have another incident, we'll have to abandon on search and resume regular running.


Hmm... I neglected to mention what happened. Picasso was shot in the shoulder. Sniper round.  I'm assuming. It came in through a window on the 8th floor.

Shes alive... but she shouldn't be. I had to hide her somewhere so she could recover in peace while I keep searching. Apparently she has been writing whenever she can to keep herself busy. Still rambling on about her time with Nee-Chan.

No fear of death. She doesn't even seem to grasp that she should be dead. She just keeps writing about her friend, like nothing happened...

Unfortunately I don't have time to write up an explanation of what exactly happened when she got shot but I'll get to that soon. For now I'll just fill the rest of this post with Picasso's ramblings.

I've edited this a little.



So we went to bed... YES. I remember that was what I was talking about. I curled up in the bed with Sis... Nee-Chan.  She was acting ALL KINDS of cute and shy. So nervous. I knew the moment she fell asleep because her heart FINALLY stopped racing. I was making her SO uncomfortable. It was a lot of fun. Never felt so... tolerated... she didn't YELL or GLARE or TAKE MY SHIT when I was doing something violent or goofy. She pretended to enjoy it. It was nice.

I... remember dreaming about... PUDDING. DELICIOUS PUDDING. It was very where in every flavor. And just when I thought I had seen and tasted all the different puddings... MORE PUDDING!

But then an ANOMALY appeared.  THE SWIRLY VORTEX! It was taking ALL the pudding. Then it took me too. I got pulling in head first. I hit the ground head first too. I opened my eyes to find pudding paradise was gone. ALL GONE.

I crawled black onto the bed. The blanket was no substitute for pudding... but it would HAVE TO do.

I closed my eyes and tried to relocate pudding land. I was locked back into this world by something better.

"He he. Good morning Twitch Girl," teased Nee-Chan.

"Good morning Nee-Sweetie," I grumbled out rubbing my eyes. She tried to hide a blush. ALWAYS so flustered.

"So... what are we gonna do today? I only have one day and I want to do lots of stuff!" she explained with a SURPRISING amount of energy for how early it was.

"Ummm...." I thought finally sitting up. "I don't know. What do you like? Tell me, TELL ME NOW!"

"Ummm... I don't know... Animes... like knives too..." she giggled. "And of course Slendy boy."

... HATE Daddy... EVERYTHING is his fault! My BROTHER and FRACTURE and the constant FUCKING NOISE, all of it is all his fault. Gods can do anything... He could have stopped ALL OF IT. He could fix it now. BUT HE DOESN'T. He lets it happen because he doesn't love me... HE LETS THE BAD THINGS IN.

"What do you like!?" she asked violently SNAPPING me back to earth.

I decided I should probably keep my grudges to myself... FOR NOW! Or... then. I've obvious stopped 'now'. But not 'then'. BACK TO THE FLASH BACK.

I had to speak fast with something cool, intelligent, and preferably accurate or my rage would leak out. 

"PAINTING!" I screamed, straight into her ear as a response.

Nailed it....

She didn't mind me screaming in her ear though. As always, she was SO TOLERANT. She didn't even complain. She smiled and giggled, pretended to be interested.

I wish I could have kept her and sent Moth back with Theta instead...



// Note to self,
//SUCK LESS! Upon reflection, that last segment contained FAARRR to many self-loathing notes and
//COPIOUS signs of weakness. FIX IT!
//Secondary note,
//Modify my admission of SEETHING HATRED for Daddy or OUTRIGHT remove it. Self analysis has
//revealed the admission will likely damage the disposition of potential proxy allies who may be sympathetic 
//to our plight.
//Third note,
//Moth is being a COMPLETE FUCKING ASS. He is insisting on greater radio silence so this segment
//needs to be attached to the former one. REMEMBER to write a little something to connect the segments.

[Moth note: I couldn't be bothered to do any of that so I let this in here too and made it visible]

"Anime huh..." I thought to myself moving over to Moth's laptop. I know he keeps Japanese cartoon on its.

"Mmmmhmmm!" she responded as excited as ever!

"LIKE THIS?!" I declared turning the laptop to her.

She got SUPER flustered. She kept trying to say things but nothing came out and she turned AN ALL NEW color of red I hadn't see her use before. I think she might have stopped breathing or something.

"Yes...? No...? BREATH!!!" I yelled at her shaking her a bit to trying to snap her out of it.

"I-I DON'T KNOW!" she finally spit out. Never heard her yell like that before.

"You're SO ADORABLE in that shade of red!" I teased her.


I could stop LAUGHING. It took me a minute to regain my FLAWLESS composure.

"Why don't you show me some of YOUR anime!" I smiled, trying to reassure her that everything was alright. You know, because IT WAS.

"I uh... W-Well... Okay..." she stammered out just BARELY starting to calm down.

She took the laptop and loaded up a website labeled 'Hulu'. Apparently they have a bunch of undubbed animes on there that haven't even made over to the states on official release. LAZY FUCKING JAPANESE.

We both sat down to watch. Lots of colors and sounds and things CONSTANTLY happening, at first at least.

Apparently the show was ''Madoka" or something along those lines?

"I think I remember some of these girl from MY anime website!" I declared excitedly.

"Shush! Just watch. It gets good soon!" said Nee-Chan rocking impatiently and energetically in her seat.

Kind of mean... BUT SHE WAS RIGHT! It got good. And then sad...

There was one that looked kind of like Nee-Chan, COMPLETE with BEAUTIFUL pink hair.

There was also this HORRIBLE BITCH with long red hair who acted all mean and tough and shit but was ALL SAD on the inside. I HATED HER. Don't be sad! FUCK EVERYONE ELSE. They can go die. You just be all that awesome and let the sadness GO FUCK ITSELF... nonexistent... anime person. TAKE THAT!

[Moth Note: It might interest you all to know that Picasso has long red hair that she is very proud of.]

I heaved a heavy sigh at the end resting against Nee-Chan for the supports. Animes are draining...

"SO... LONG..." I playfully whined.

"Yeah... but so good," she sniffled. I looking up to see her wiping away tears.

"I think my anime was better. It got a WAY happier response."

"W-Well y-yeah but-"

"You got ALL red and excited!" I teased interrupting her.

"Sh-Shut up! Idiot!"

//Fourth note: Write a connecting bridge from this segment to the next one. DON'T FORGET!



//Note: Write all of this when I'm feeling better and it doesn't take me 20 minutes to write out a sentence.

[Moth: She wrote the following shortly after some bed rest following her injury. She insisted on doing something. I edited a lot of this part. It was mostly grammatical and spelling errors. Everything was also originally in all capital letters for some reason.]

So the anime was over. It was good, despite the stupid fucking redhead's worthlessness.

I suggested we do knives next which sort of confused Sister Girl.

"Uh... What about them, exactly?"

"Doing them... you know. We did animes so now we should do knives."

And with that I pulled out my suitcase of knives.

//Note: Just realized, never did state Moth left during the anime. Write it into last segment when better.
//Won't make sense otherwise.

"Doing what?" she asked thoroughly confused.

"... Picking... your present! Yes. That."

That confused her more... for some reason. Ridiculous goof.

"Y-You sure?"

"Of course. Each one is a memory of a kill... or someone I've yet to kill. I want you to have one."

"I... there are so many. Which should I pick?"


She got even more unsure and confused. Goof.

I finally chose one for her.

Two butterfly knives... complete with butterfly patterns and engravings. When you hold the two together, the art forms one big butterfly. Beautiful... perfect gift.

"Beautiful... they're perfect," she said taking them with a hug. She moved back. Played with them. Put'em away. "Thank you!"

"Welcome. Got them from a proxy. Serious butterfly theme. Think I threw her off a roof," I giggled.

//Note: Remove or Modify
So much happier then. Hurts now.

 "I love them" she beamed.

So happy...



//Note to self:
//Be more careful. Ripping open stitches HURTS LIKE A BITCH and Moth is being EXTRA mean right

[Moth: This part wasn't written in all capitals and has a lot more of Picasso's 'flair'.]

Typing with one arm FUCKING SUCKS ASS.


So I gave s... Nee-Chan her butterflied butterfly knives. She was SO happy and ADORABLE.

"Lets do one of your things next," she giggled. "You mentioned painting."

"LOVE painting," I giggled back.

"You should paint something then!"

"Sounds FUN. But what should I paint?"

"Oh, oh! Draw Slendy boy!"

I worked hard to hide a cringe. I really did not want to glorify that ASSHOLE. But... I didn't want to start a fight over it.

"Sure..." I said as enthusiastically as possible.

So I pulled out my brush and some blood packs and got to work.

Whispered threats to my brush the whole time. "You BETTER fucking paint what I tell you to paint FOR ONCE you stupid sack of SHIT"

And sure enough... it didn't paint Daddy. The damn thing is just LUCKY it keeps painting more acceptable things.

"QUIT RUINING MY PAINTINGS!" I yelled at it about ready to smash the shit out of it against the wall.

"I-It looks fine to me, Twitch," said Nee-Chan in partial awe.

I looked up at it again. "IT'S NOT-" I started before I got my first real look at it.

It was Nee-Chan being hugged by a bunch of faceless figures of various forms and sizes.


"What is it?"

"Looks like you... and a bunch of faceless FREAKS."

She blushed again and turned to hide a smile before looking back up at it. "I-I like it. No ones ever drawn me before..."

"Should have drawn in ANIME style," I growled down at my brush.

"Stop it! I love it. I wish I could take it home..." she said, both of us now regretting the fact that I painted it right onto the wall.

"I can draw this on paper for you!" I said pulling out my AWESOME sketch book.

"Oh no! Y-You don't have to do-"

"I INSIST!" I declared and got to work. I looked up a moment to see her shy smile. I could see she was worried about all the stuff I kept giving her. WASN'T GONNA STOP ME!

I heard Moth come back in while I was HARD AT WORK sketching. Looked like he brought in a bunch of supplies for travel. I tried to stay focused on the drawing.

Nee-Chan said something I didn't entirely catch and then went silent so I looked up and...


[Moth: I removed these paragraphs. They contain details about what we're up to. I used paper to communicate and we discussed our next move.]


...I looked back down at the sketch pad and just got back to work. Just... NEED TO FOCUS... Ignore it...

Took forever but I was FINALLY done.


"It looks beautiful," she said as she looked it over. "I love the changes," she giggled blushing.

I added Daddy, Moth, and myself into the picture as 3 of the 10 figures hugging her.

"Good," I giggled and was suddenly pulled into a SURPRISE ATTACK... better known as a hug.

I could hear her stomach rumble.

"Oi..." she whined.

"I should fetch some food!" I declared getting up.

"No, no, no, no, no. I'll get it... You've done enough for me today."

"OH NO YOU DON'T! You're my guest. I'll get the food."

"I... I guess," she said forcing a smile. I could see I might be over doing it... or it could be that other thing...

Not that I remember that at that exact moment.

"Hows Arby's sound?"

"S-Sounds good," she said still sounding unsure about letting me handle this.

I gave her a reassuring smile and left to get us some food.



// Delete most of this. Rewrite it. Lie. I don't want to make [Moth: Deleted].

[Moth: Still editing these. She's recovering fast but it still needs work. Plus some of this gets classified or mindless.]

When I came back I could see...


[Moth: She rambles for a bit here about how long it took her to come back. Edited it out.]


We sat quietly and ate. I wanted...


[Moth: Edit. More rambling. They eventually go off for a private conversation. Things go bad.]



"Fine,... BUT you are mine first."

"Wh-What?" she stammered out. I could see I was starting to scare her. GOOD.


She couldn't find words. I slammed my hand hard to the mirror beside us.


She nodded. Just... completely lost for words. I was ruining it. I could see that... BUT SHE FUCKING STARTED IT.


[Moth: Edit. They eventually come back. Both upset. Things are quiet and tense. They still curl up together. Once they get tired.]


I just closed my eyes... TRIED to sleep. I felt the weight of the bed shift. I felt familiar arms around me.

"Idiot," she said. It wasn't mean though. She was trying to be nice.

I hugged her arms and she clung tighter.

It was nice... no one has ever really... pretended to try that hard.

For a second I thought she might actually keep her promise.

All those horrible things I wanted to do... she didn't deserve it... not yet... maybe not ever...

I dreamt many dreams that night. Dreams where I re-punished all those who have deserved it over the years. Their delicious screams... it helped cement for me that... she shouldn't be among them...



//Note to self: Cut out the [Moth: Edit] and change the ending goodbye

[Moth: She managed to rip open all of her stitches in her sleep. This one needed a lot of work. And of course it had more classifieds in it.]

Things seemed better in the morning....


[Moth: Edit. Complains about herself and the awkwardness. Then there were more talks about sensitive information before it was finally time for Nee-Chan to go.]


Theta was at the door. IMPATIENT FUCKER stood there, waiting on her.

"You're BROKEN again..." I pouted.

"I-I'm gonna miss you..." she sobbed clinging onto me.

"I..." I started and hugged her back tight as I could... miss that shoulder strength now.

"I'LL MISS YOU TOO! B-But you'll see me again. I'm gonna kill Duckie. Then I won't EVER have to run again. We can see each other ALL the time after that... I promise."

She forced a smile. I did too.

I pulled Moth over and whispered in his ear... then we both gave her a kiss on the cheek. She turned red. Overwhelmed.

She started really sobbing now. She gave Moth a hug. A kiss on the cheek.

Then she came over and gave me another big hug and... a kiss. A real one.


She was trying... really really trying where others were scared or dismissive.

She hid her face. And then she turned and left. "Bye. I'm gonna miss you, Twitch girl!" she declared, still crying as she disappeared through the door.

I thought I had lost my words... but I WAS WRONG!

"You FUCKING BETTER Nee-Chan!" I yelled after her.

And she and Theta were gone...

Part of me hopes I never see them again.

Then things can always be... perfect...


Final Moth Note

I understand a lot of people recently died as a result of the aid we were given.

They're right... that was my fault and there isn't much I can say or do about it anymore.

I'm sorry...

Moth Out.

Sunday, February 3, 2013


So.... this is... AWKWARD...

I crashed the car. Its fixed now. Moth was MAAAAD, I think. I can never quite tell with his STUPID MASK... but he was glaring. Although, he usually is.

Its not like it was my fault! THAT TREE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE. And it TOTALLY FUCKING had it coming too. STUPID FUCKING TREE and its STUPID FUCKING EYES!


So that cost us the rest of the money we got for saving Kenny. BACK TO FAST FOOD AND CANNED GOODS!


I'll be sad when we run out of gas money, because its also FOOD MONEY. I miss my allowance.

I guess if things get bad enough we could always pawn off one of the extra frogs we stole at a pet store. Actually tried that sometime back. BITCH WOULDN'T TAKE MY FROG! Kept trying to send me to a pawn shop.


So... reccap for this post...
Secret thing progress these last few days: ZERO

Spent most of our time sitting around waiting for the car to fix.

Wrote up some more Sister girl Nee-Chan AWESOME in that time. So... here is that... I GUESS...


Days and days ago now, after the car ride TO SAFETY.

We arrived at a motel to hide out at and recover. Moth and Nee-Chan climbed out of the car. I crawled out of the window. CONFORMITY IS BAD.

"So... are uh... you and Theta gonna... HANG OUT for a whole or...?" I asked Nee-Chan as I scrambled off the floor to the feet in ELEGANT STYLE.

"No idea. I'm sorta hoping so though!"

"You don't know? How's that possible? YOU LETTING YOUR STUPID MUTE CALL THE SHOTS!?"

"Lord Theta can talk. He just doesn't do it very often. Hes super gloomy like that."


"Between us, yeah mostly. He can do it better than I can. He's always so focused and serious... I tend to get distracted..."

"Its your AWESOME PINK HAIR. I would get distracted if my hair was THAT awesome."



Nee-Chan started giggling at my hair gushing though. "At least my face doesn't look like a half finished Jigsaw puzzle," she said poking the mask piece on my cheek. I bit at finger playfully..

"I'll have you know ITS A STATUS SYMBOL!... in France... AND AMONG CERTAIN HANDLERS... But mostly just in France..."

That's about when Theta finally pulled up. He stuck his head out of the car and said one thing, "Nee-Chan."

I called back before he could leave with her, "YOU TWO STAYING?!"

I think that kind of caught him off guard.

"Can we pleeeaassee Lord Theta?!" pleading Nee-Chan making adorable pink hair flavored faces.

"COME ON, Lord Egyptian Death God... guy!" I begged flaunting my own hair based cuteness.

 He finally sighed and caved. "I'll call and ask. No promises though..."

I was so happy I hugged Moth. And then shoved him away into the car before Nee-Chan or Theta could catch onto my silly mistake.

Neither of them seemed to notice though. Nee-Chan was to busy hugging her own WORTHLESS MUTE.

Moth ran off to pay for a room real quick and then we headed off to enjoy a soft bed thing.

"God hes a downer," I said commenting on Theta on the way to the room. "MIGHT PREFER A MUTE AFTER ALL."

"Be nice," she giggled.

"NEVER!" I declared.

And into the room we were.

So Moth went to doing... stupid mute thing around the room. I... I'd say I never asked what the hell he was doing before but HE DOESN'T FUCKING TALK so that would be REDUNDANT.

Nee-Chan sat down on the bed. I climbed onto the table. "So is your boss nice? WILL THEY LET YOU STAY?!"

"Well... Senior Tempest is strict... shes also kind of scary... even Lord Theta fears her... but shes fair so she might!" she said taking on a big smile. "So what are you guys gonna do after this?" she asked as she started bouncing up and down on the bed. Still sitting, but BOUNCING. In place.

I stood up so I could maintain PERFECT eye contact with her. I moving up and down with her as she bobbed to keep our eyes PERFECTLY LEVELED. "NO IDEA! Moth pointed at something on the map to indicate our next move but since," I said turning towards him with a pause. "HE DOESN'T FUCKING TALK," I screamed turning back to Nee-Chan to resume our PERFECT EYE CONTACT, "I don't actually FUCKING know."

That seemed to make Nee-Chan giggle again. Adorable little laughing... THING...

"You two are funny," she smiled. "Are you always so mean to each other?"

"Of course, HES A DICK," I declared. Moth wandered over while still doing Moth stuff and slugged me which made her giggle some more.

But then she put on a SERIOUS face. "Even still... deep down, you two only really have each other right?"

"He does! I also have MYSELF!" I declared before FUCK FACE wander by and slugged me again.


He followed that up the same way he always does... glared and went back to doing shit I DON'T CARE ABOUT.

So I turned my attention back to Nee-Chan.

"What about you? Do you have anyone?"

"I... Don't..." she started. I could see light fade from her eyes. He voice lost flavor. No energy or soul in her words anymore. Her fire faded and I could see she was breaking herself trying to deal with it. "I had... Messi Boy and Poe Girl but they're got gone now... Messi never really liked me anyways... and Senior Morningstar was..."

Shallower and shallower. Her words had less and less energy in them until they simply stopped coming out. I got the sense she was still talking... but she was broken and I couldn't hear it anymore.

Sudden fear. Mild panic breathed new life into her. "Ah," she said looking up to realize she still had an audience. "I'm sorry! That was... nothing. It was stupid. Unimportant," she insisted shaking her head. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

I had to stomp my foot hard on the ground to finally catch her attention and shut her up. "SHUT UP!"

If she kept going on like that... she might bright for good.

"THERE IS NOTHING... wrong with being upset over losing someone, REGARDLESS of how you lost them! I WOULD NOT BE DOING, if not for all I've lost."

I leaned in real close to make sure this got through to her. "NEVER, EVER, FORGIVE THEM"

I don't know if that got through to her though. We were interrupted with Theta knocking on the door. FUCKER.

Moth opened the door to let him.

He stepped maybe a foot in and started talking without so much as closing the FUCKING door.

"We can stay tonight and tomorrow. We have to leave for home the morning after that," he explained.

The news seemed to have fixed Nee-Chan right up. She sprang up to her feet and ran over and hugged Theta giggling like an adorable giggle farm. I was relieved to see her no longer broken.

"Where do you want her?" asked Theta plainly.

"Can I stay with you guys? Pleeeaaasssee?!"

Moth nodded before I could answer and Nee-Chan let go of Theta and clung onto Moth instead.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you Moth Boy!" she cheer ecstatically.

Not that Moth could be bothered to say or do anything. He just stared down at her coldly and waited for her to lose interest and move on. And eventually she did and moved back to sitting on the bed.

"So. Only two beds... is someone gonna share theirs or..." she asked as she pulled out and passively played with a Butterfly knife.

"You'll can share with ME! If you stay with Moth you might catch his terminal STUPIDITY."

"Yeah... besides... sharing a bed with a guy would be..." she started turning a little red and putting her fingers together to focus on them in a foreign mannerism denoting shyness. "Im-Improper..."


"Y-Yeah... a boy and a girl... sharing a bed... all kinds of dirty things could happen to me..."

"What? I've never had the problem with Moth. We usually can't afford a place with more then one bed so we share a lot," I explained turn towards Moth. "HE HOGS THE FUCKING BLANKET."

"Does that mean... you've caught his Stupid?"

"Nope. I'M TOO SMART AND AWESOME. Makes me immune!"

"So you said I could share a bed with you right?" she asked again.


"Yay!" she smiled and cheered. "Thank you Twitch Girl!"

"NO PROBLEM Sister Gir-... Nee-Chan... sorry..."

Nee-Chan shook the knife she had been playing with at me both playfully and THREATENINGLY.
"Don't you forget it!"

"Don't tempt me!" I declared. "I'LL DESTROY US BOTH."

"I'd like to see you try!" she announced challenging me.


I tackled her and we wrestled over her knife. Eyes DEADLOCKED as the knife waved back and forth, both of us trying to push it into the other ones THROAT.

Took me a minute to remember I didn't want to actually kill her. I started giggling. She did the same. And then we both let up on the knife. She tossed it aside, off the bed.

We curled into each other, exhausted and trying to catch our breaths.

"I almost killed you, moron."

"No! I almost killed you, Pink one!"

That's when she grabbed me and roll us to get above me.

"SNEAK ATTACK?!" I cried and rolled us back over to take back dominance.

She used my momentum to roll us further to the bed edge.

And it went on like that for most of the night. I won. I cheated for the pin. Cheating is how you win!

"Cheater," pouted Nee-Chan.

"Its how you WIN" I declared moving off of her.

She looked over at Moth. At some point he finished whatever it was he was doing and had taken to reading his stupid book.

"Twitch Girl, does he ever take mask of?"

"NOPE! He lifts it to eat, but never takes it off... that I've seen. WHY?!"

"Moth sweety... could you take your make off for me? I wanna see what you look like."

He glared back at her, same as ever.

"For meeeeee?" she begged flexing her cuteness.

He growled and lifted up his mask for a moment, showing off that DISGUSTING FUCKING FACE he hides, before bring it back down and going back to his book.

A face like the one Duckie was using while he was still wearing that loop...

Nee-Chan's words pierced through the growing screams and snapped me back to attention.

"Ohhhhh, someones blushing!" she giggled teasingly, an evil smirk spreading across her lips. "I think hes embaaaaaarrrrreeeessssed."

Moth growled  again and tried to ignore us, focusing on his book.

"I think he is!" I giggled joining in. "SCARED OF GIRLS?!" I teased.

Nee-Chan could barely get her next taunt out, she was laughing so hard. "Hey Moth swwweeetttyyy... is that a switch blade in your pocket or are you just happy to see us?!" she asked and broke out laughing again.

Moth finally huffed and left the room with his book.

She broke out laughing some more. "Wow!" Nee-Chan declared. "Hes cute, but I didn't realize he was so young! He tries to come off as such a tough guy."

"GUESS THE MASK IS MEANT TO HIDE THE TRUTH!" I laughed stopping when I finally fully grasped what she had said.

"Wait... cute?"

She ignored me and kept going. She has SHIT taste in men. "Oh no! Hes so young! Am I gonna go to jail now or something?"

"It'll be our secret," I smiled reassuringly.

He both relaxed a bit took a moment to catch out breaths after all the laughing after that.

"This is so much fun," she eventually said. "Everyone back home is so serious and boring."

"I'll have to visit sometime so I can liven them up for you! May give that Tempest lady a hug for sending you... maybe."

"I'd like that," she smiled pulling me over into a hug. "I'm glad I got to meet you guys... you're a good friend Twitch girl."

"MORE LIKE THE GREATEST!" I declared cuddling up with her. "You're a good friend too."

"Thank you... Twitch Girl" she whispered, starting to pass out.

"Your welcome Pink one," I whispered closing my eyes and waiting til I was sure she was asleep to plant a kiss on her cheek before drifting off to sleep.


And then I wrote about it on my public blog so they could rag on her at work for me! Have fun with that Nee-Chan~! <3

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