Scarletfox

I call the pantry! What do you have in there?

I mean it's crazy. What? We finish each others-- When in doubt, be the laptop.

Oof

I WANT SOME!

That's a new one! Here I thought my mom had some strange ideas, but not wearing hoodies? Wow. I feel for you, bro. Edit: He-hey, I just passed 400 posts!

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Why, I mean, how do you have 24 different spikes going through you at the same time? I didn't even think that was possible! It all began when I walked outside on a foggy day wearing a pair of sunglasses...

Fox eyed the throne, making a split decision to go for it. Either she was all in, or not at all. Fox allowed herself to collapse into the chair, though she kept the knife close at bay. Perhaps she should have tried to be a bit more... elegant in the way she sat, to mirror the one she was with. Too late for that. Who cared anyways at that point. "What did you say your name was again?"

"Yes, Karoline, you're doing great. Just go ahead and do they're solution if you think it's best and let them know what happens. We usually quietly disconnect them after they give a suggestion anyway."

Fox sighed. She opened her mouth to tell the woman of what had happened in true storyteller format, but thought better of it. "I don't know. A lot of strange stuff has happened to me over the last couple of days."

"Do I? Do I have the money? *in a very deep creepy and slow laugh* He, he-he-he, *breathe in* oh-ho-ho-hohohhahahahahahaheheheheheh! I can't believe these people! *in a quieter voice as if the person has walked away from the phone* Can you believe these people Eddie? *another voice* "Uh, no, Boss." *the deep voice again* "I said it's the Boss! Ugh, these newbies, take him away." *the same other voice* "But Boss!" *sigh* *louder voice again, as if he has returned to the phone* "Just tell 'em the Boss sent ya. That should be enough." *a moment of silence* "That should probably be enough.... Ehehehe, eheheheheh, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA-- *beep beep beep* (the phone has disconnected)

*said slowly, a very unique accent* "I think, what you should do is this: take her body to the nearest mafia, and get her checked out by the doctors there. Mafia's alwaaays have the best doctors sittin' around. You just gotta pay 'em good, and they'll do you good."

"I... see." In other words, another mind demon to plague Fox's mind. "Let me guess, you can hear my thoughts, can't you."

*A deep and grovely voice* "Hello. This is *dramatic pause* The Boss."

"A-hah! Here it is! Thank you, This is the tree outside your studio! We will give it a try. Studio assistants! *studio assistant* Give him the vial! Yes, here we go! BLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE DESTROY VILLAGES! BELEHEHE-bleheheh-blehehe-GRAWAWARARAWARAWAAAAA-----ECK *thump* "Congratulations! Your plan worked! We now have a woman who is dead... again. Do we have any callers?" 123-456-7890 @Vapor @Enter a username @DramaQueen

"Just mail it over when you have it!"

It's just art depicting a non-descript red-head, nothing more, nothing less. It's not really from anything, but I liked the look of it, and I felt like it was kind of a decent representation of me.

"Welcome to the show, This is the tree outside your studio! What solution do you propose?"

"Great idea, Yes you may! We will give it a try! Studio assistants! We're going to need to set up the hypnosis room again!" *studio assistant* "There is no war in Ba Sing Se--I mean, You are an emperor named Kuzco." *llama* "I am an emperor named Kuzco" *studio assistant* "You want to destroy a village" *llama* "I want to destroy a village" *studio assistant* "You are going to go on an ad--" *llama* "I want to DESTROY a village!" *studio assistant* "Uh oh." *llama* "I WANT TO DESTROY VILLAGES!!!!!" *studio assistant* "Run." BLEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEH *smashing of equipment* *static* "I'm sorry, but you're plan did not work. We now have a llama that is rampaging all over trying to destroy villages. Do we have any other callers?" "May I ask who's calling?"

Rubrum sang her favorite lullaby as she skipped, something about wolves and hoods. She allowed the song to carry her someplace new and exciting, where she continued skipping. But there was someone else here, too. Rubrum stopped singing and skipping, and sighed (yay alliteration). She cocked her head at the figure's humming. It was a horrible noise. Rubrum would take care of it and get some points along the way. She pulled out her little card, scanning it for something... there. That's what she wanted. As she advanced upon the girl, with a mere two inch bladed pocket knife resting in her hand, Rubrum called out to her, "You know what the best part about scarlet cloth is? It never gets stained by blood." There was a scream, and then, silence... ...save for a pen scratching on paper.