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The pick-up truck screeched to a halt outside the large, in desperate need of a paint job cathedral.  Dust settled on the dirt road from where the vehicle had sped down at a speed the speedometer failed to keep track of.
“C’mon, I wasn’t driving that fast. You’re just a bunch of poofs,” Kasie laughed, a thick English accent twisting around her words, she slid out of the broken window head first, gripping the roof and pulling her legs out after her. Her waist length, midnight black high ponytail whipping her eyes as a silent wind blew over her pale skin. Her body was that of an eighteen year old but she had been stuck in this stupid ass demon gang for over forty years. Life flew by so much faster when she was dead…

CJ scrambled out of the truck next, flawless white hair tied back in a French braid, making a slight noise as it hit against her leather clad body. Her jacket had been chopped up so it showed off her stomach, which was decorated in swirling black tattoos and her belly button pierced. “Kassundra, if you kill me in a car crash again, I’ll rape you in your sleep!”

 “Like you’d need a reason to get her naked,” Saxon chuckled from the back of the truck, casually jumping over the small barrier and landing gracefully beside Kasie. 
Her emerald eyes met his, nothing but pools of black flecked with multicolours stared back at her. Daemon eyes. Saxon looked a lot like his twin, CJ, the same eyes, same white hair, the same swirling connected, black tattoos covering the majority of their body, the same jagged toothed grin and the pair always drowning in leather clothes. Kasie swore it was a fetish for their kind. The only difference between them was Saxon wore a silver ring, encrusted with rubies around his neck. And excluding the obvious gender- but they had a habit of changing that. CJ and Saxon, how the hell did she managed to get stuck with them? CJ and Saxon weren't even their real names! Just the names they went by, their species of daemon never revealed their name, you had to guess it. And if you guessed it wrong three times, your soul was theirs. Kasie had already guessed twice... 
A crooked grin lit up his face, the ever consistent laugh lines denting deeper in to his flesh. “Ready, Kassundra?”

Kasie grunted at her full name being used, she despised it. HE used to call her it… Dismissing any negative memories, as much as she could at least, Kasie spun on her heel and headed straight to the cathedral. The large wooden door creaked open; as if the angels guarding the holy place had whispered of the intruders edging closer to their land. A small, wrinkled man shuffled out, his sagging face looking at the threesome with mild surprise, but the shit coloured globes bulged from his skull in fear at the sight of a sack covered body hanging from Saxon’s shoulder. 

“I’ve called the p-police! Don’t come any closer!” He croaked with little to no dominance ringing in his voice, his nightcoat falling some from his frail shoulders.

 “Shut it, wrinkles,” Kasie sighed, pulling out a silver 9mm handgun from the waistband of her faded jeans and aiming it between the bloke’s eyes. “We know ‘bout the altar boys, you sick fucker,” she snarled, not giving him any time to beg his God for forgiveness as she pulled the trigger, sending a bullet deep into his fucking screwed brain. The loud bang still vibrated through the crisp night air as the over date bag of bones tumbled down the stone steps, making a wet thud as he connected with each step. Should’ve used a silencer. 
“Hate rapists.” She unrespectfuly gave the still warm corpse a kick to remove it from her path, gliding into the church with the daemon twins on her tail.

 CJ giggles, sliding up beside the teenager girl and looping their arms together. “We really outta take that damn gun from you!” They both walked in time with each other as they made their way up between the benches. “Shooting everyone isn’t good for people going unnoticed.”

Kasie shrugged it off, only half listening to what the other woman was yammering about, keeping her dead gaze fixed on the altar. The inside of the church was similar to the outside, nothing grand or interesting screamed for attention. It was just years from collapsing in on itself, cracked walls, creaky floors, damp covered benches. It would be a blessing (no pun intended) to the torch the place. And there was litres of gasoline in the truck. How convenient…
“No one’s around. And if there is, I’ll shoot them, too.” She said bluntly, the cold gaze on her fare features always looked out of place. The beauty she possessed never truly belonged to her and it felt unnatural to be walking around in skin that wasn’t yours from birth. Trying to cover it up with a dead face normally and regrettably gave her more attention.

Saxon hummed, his heavy boots smashing against the old floor and echoing throughout the building. “Good way to think. But sorry to tell ya’, doll, the boss wouldn’t be too pleased if a continuous pile of cadavers followed us.”

Again, Kasie’s response was a careless shrug, stopping up beside the altar. “I wanna kill someone? I’m gonna kill em’, simple as that.” Her hand brushed over the top of the altar, fingers spread out as if judging for weak spots. “Just…here!”  She lifted her leg and placed the sole of her foot on the side of the altar, kicking it out of the way, and the old piece of wood tumbling forward away from them.

 “Trap door? Little cliché but eh,” Saxon tilted his head and dumped the body by his feet, the thud echoing of the walls again. Grabbing the old bronze handle, he threw it open; dust flew up as the door hit the floor, unknown monsters that could be lurking below hidden in the never ending darkness. “Ladies first,” he waved them down.

The sack was pulled off his head and dull light blinded his eyes that had become accustom to the darkness. Music. Music was the first thing to greet his senses.  Bon…Bon Jovi? Yeah, his version of ‘Hallelujah’ was playing softly around him. After blinking watery for a few moments, blurs began to grow clearer. He was in a stone cell, no windows and a portable radio sitting on a stool against the wall in front of him. His head twisted around his damp prison; luckily he could move his head easily. Great! At least if someone tries to chop his balls off, he can see them coming! He tried to jerk up but his arms and ankles were bound with leather straps carved with demonic symbols, as he looked down at himself not only did he find out he was lying on a surgical table, he turned out to be…naked.
“Hunter, m’boy, you’ve really fucked yourself this time,” he sighed, thumping his head back.

 “That, my friend…” a female voice rang from behind him. He strained to turn his head back but a slow grin cracked his scarred face as a gorgeous teenager walked in front of him. “Is an underestimate,” she finished, shrugging a black jacket off to reveal a white tank top.

 Hunter grinned even more as she approached his restrained self, ideas of why his naked body was here rushing around his brain.
“Well, well, well. Seems I’ve been caught by a little shifter,” he clicked his grey forked tongue a few times and his teal eyes burned bright with masochist interest.  “What happens now?” he purred, leaning his head forward in her direction.

 The girls hand disappeared into her jean pocket. “What happens now?” she repeated slowly, pacing around the table. “What happens now, demon, is you tell me exactly where the devils kid is. And maybe, just maybe, I won’t split you open from crotch to jaw.” A brilliant smile transformed her snow coloured face as she flipped a blade between her fingers.

 Hunter couldn’t help but bark a loud mocking laugh. This child was threatening him?! Such a comical thing could not be true! “Listen, angel face, the only thing that’s getting split is-“

 Suddenly, she shoved her knife deep into his shoulder, not evening blinking when he jerked up, writhing to try and loosen the bounds. “That’s not what I asked,” she said, twisting the blade embedded in his flesh. “I want to know where the child is,”

The demon gave her a small snarl, the blade surprisingly causing an acidic burn to sizzle his meat. Dipped in holy water, he fuckin’ guaranteed it! Despite the pain, his smile didn’t falter. “Lucifer? Have a kid?! That’s somethin’ else, lady,” he chuckled. “He ain’t got one!”

 “Fine. Felt like getting messy anyway,” Kasie laughed, pushing her side fringe behind her ear only for it to fall back into her eyes. Leaving the blade where it was, she twisted around and crouched by a green duffel bag, humming along to the music playing. “Y’like Bon Jovi?” She asked casually as she searched through the contents of the bag. “I might go see him in concert,” she nodded to herself and pulled some pliers out, standing up and coming to hover over him. “If you tell me what I want to know, you might get the chance, too,”
But he remained silent, the seemingly permanent smile not leaving his smug face, eyes hiding any truths that his brain kept locked up.
“Right, mate,” her free hand grabbed one of his, pulling it up as far as the restraints would allow. “Where is the child?” Still he said nothing. She shrugged and put the pliers against his nail, clamping down on it and slowly pulling it towards her, sliding the nail off forcibly. He ground his teeth together to stop himself from making a noise. “Anything you’d like to say?” she asked, placing the pliers on his stomach and grabbing the almost completely off nail. She sighed and clicked her tongue, shaking her head in a disappointed manner. “Okay…” Blood soaked her fingers as she pulled the nail up, it still attached to strips of flesh and pulled it down his finger, the skin ripping as she moved down his hand. His restricted arm tried to manoeuvre away from the girl but to no success, biting down hard on his tongue, willing himself to remain silent and grinning- but this girl was just getting started and he knew it.

Seven finger nails and barely any skin left on his arm, missing both his ears, half an eyeball, three fingers, a sliced leg, clumps of his bright yellow hair torn from his skull, a hole where his nipple used to be and the demon still hadn’t found the controls on his tongue. In all honesty, Kasie wasn’t up for torturing right now and trying to find the energy to be particularly sadistic was draining her faster than a fat man doing a marathon. “Y’know, I don’t get you piece of scum demons,” she sighed heavily, wringing her blood stained fingers, most of her clothes and body bleached in the red liquid. “You’re loyal when you’re being tortured, but throw a naked chick and twenty grand your way, and you squeal louder than stepped on pigs,” her hands fiddled with a syringe and holy water, filling up the little tank and then flicking it like a nurse would. “I really just don’t get it,” she stabbed the needle into the soft flesh of his neck, pushing down the plunger and sending the religious content into his blood stream.

“Y’litte piece of shit!” Hunter growled, a fine fog of steam forcing its way free from the pores in his skin, his entire body burning with the familiar acidic pain. “You little cu-“

“Ah, ah, ah,” Kasie clicked her tongue and waved a finger in his face, as if she were a teacher punishing her naughty student. “The only thing I want to hear coming out of your mouth is the name and location of Lu’s kid. Now.”
Patience… A virtue, people would say, a virtue Kasie lacked…seriously, she could barely wait for toast to cook! So now was a perfect time to get creative…
The handy duffel bag was pulled from the corner again as the teenager unsheathed a small surgical scalpel from a pack, hidden within the depths of the material, and retook her place by the stubborn demon. “If it would work, I’d find that naked chick and twenty grand for you,” she tilted her head sweetly and tapped the blade along his ribs.

 The Hell creature released a trembling breath and glanced at her with his one working eye. “Only if you’re the naked chick,” he coughed and found that freaking annoying grin again.

 “Sorry, pal, I’m not on the table.”

 “Guess I’m the only one,” he chuckled, taking a small swallow and dropping his head back on the table, staring up at the moss covered ceiling. “Lucifer hasn’t got a kid, angel face. Don’t know why’re so persistent.”

This time Kasie stole the grin from his face and plastered it on her own. “Because I know you’re lying. And you will tell me,” she pressed the scalpel into his side, the demon stiffening beneath it slightly but still refusing to give her the satisfaction of making a pained noise, and slide it across his stomach, blood puking out of the wound behind her. “Let’s see what you’re made off,” she dug her fingers into both sides of the incision and ripped it open to make a gaping hole in his stomach.

Hunter couldn’t help but make a loud gurgled noise as the contents of his inners were revealed to her. Demon guts were a lot like humans, only there was more tubes and more organs which mankind didn’t have names for.
“Now I really feel naked,” he choked with forced humour.

 “Hmm, you would,” Kasie picked another object from the damn duffel bag. What was her weapon of torture now? Flesh eating bugs? Four bladed knife? A never ending supply of holy water? …she pulled an electric whisk out of the bag and whispered a few words into it, the object coming to life without the need of being plugged in. Without another word, she drove the thing into his guts, scrambling them around violently, bits spitting out and splashing her face, over flowing and falling to the ground in an endless blood bath. 
“Feel like talking now?!” she grinned to him, malice practically oozing from her eyes.

 Guess Hunter wasn’t as much of a masochist as he had originally thought as he entire body thrashed up, only to be jerked back down by the straps or the girl. He had had enough. Excoriating wasn’t the word to describe what he was feeling now. He just wanted it to stop. To be over. By death or healing, right now he didn’t give a fuck. Broken by a child… the mortification of it all… 

“I’ll tell you!” He roared, tasting his own guts on his tongue as it all continued to spit up like a grotesque firework show. “Just stop!”

“Tell me now!” Kasie roared back, the whisk turning faster and cutting in him deeper, moving it up his chest, ripping apart the soft flesh of it and crunching against his ribs. “Then it’ll stop.”

“Her names Sidera! She…she’s been spotted in Quinor!” Hunter gasped, agony riddling his words as he forced them from his brain and to his tongue. “Only met her once…she bought a book from me. That’s all I know!” Honesty, for the rare occasions in his life, was actually sprouting from every cell in his body. He couldn't afford lying any more.

The kitchen utensil ceased and was removed, clumps of his used to be safely hidden in his body organs dripping from it in shreds and gooey bunches. Kasie threw it over her shoulder as if burned her flesh, the grin just shining brighter on her drenched red face.  “That’s very helpful. Thank you.” Her hand suddenly forced its way into the cavernous hole in his torso, her fingers grasping hold of one of his ribs and tearing it out with a vulgar cracking sound.
Hunter didn't even bother flinching in pain; just let his mouth to the work of showing the girl his weak cry.
“You could've saved yourself a lot of bother, demon.” She snarled, pressing the jagged end of his rib against his forehead, a hammer swinging from her other hand. “But any chance I get to kill you pathetic piece of scum, I’ll take it. Everyone of your kin.” She spat in his half eye and smashed the hammer down on the top of the rib, hurtling through his skull and deep into its brain. The one sure way to kill a demon was to get rid of the brain, that’s most likely were the zombie myth came from.

 Kasie dumped the hammer by her feet as the demons body started burning from the inside out, turning to ash in front of her. “Good times,” she sighed, walking around the table and rather pointlessly wiping the blood from her hands on to her soaked with crimson tank top.

 “Oh, Kassundra, you always make such a messy mess,” CJ whined, arms folded over her chest, staring at the room that had been polluted with the innards of the poor dead bastard.

Messy mess? It really didn't take much for this chick to piss her off. But Kasie didn’t let it ruin her good mood. “We’ve got a name and a location.”

CJ tilted her head expectantly and waved a hand in the direction, “do tell. Saxon has the truck waiting.”

A smile once again parted her dark lips and her shoulders shook with poorly concealed mirth. “Get your bargaining skills ready. We’re heading to Quinor- for Sidera.”

So.
Okay.

For some weird ass reason, unknown to even myself, my dA has randomly decided it wanted to work again...
I don't really get why, but yeah- *Shrug* Thought I'd make all your days better with the knowledge that I'll be on here, too.

>.>
<.<
I love Diedy.

(Again, I don't even know XD)

Okay, recently I feel like I haven't obsessed over Treylys enough, so the other day I randomly wrote a Treylys... thing? I've no idea what you call them, and since I have to delete a bunch off files, I thought I'd put it here. *Shrug* Enjoy the obsession!!!
Ralys belong to the amazing Reject Angle, and Trey be mine!
I dunno if you give credit in these things, but I just did so... XD

He was staring at him.
Trey knew he was. He could feel it, like hot knives being shoved into his head. The temptation to look up was almost overpowering, he had to know if he was looking at him, but somehow, unknown to even himself, Trey managed to keep his gaze fixed on the printed words in front of him.
The library was quiet today. No more than ten people, just chilling and getting lost in the world of books, which Trey didn't seem to be able to do. Why Trey had spontaneously decided to take a trip to the library was unclear. Except, it wasn't. He knew exactly why he was letting his arse go numb in the uncomfortable chair. And the reason was a teenage boy called Ralys Sanders.
Trey had moved to America no more than a month ago and already he had a stalker. 'It's my pretty face', he thought with a smirk. Wherever he went, the blonde boy would magically appear there too. Or was it that Trey turned up where ever the blonde boy was? Trey didn't know whether he liked it or not. America was a different planet, but stalking was still considered bad, right?
And it's not like Trey felt anything for Ralys.
Firstly, he was two years younger than Trey.
Secondly, Ralys gave the impression that he had something against the Irish silver haired lug. Whenever Trey tried to approach him, Ralys would scramble away as if he was covered in petrol and Trey was a lit match. Trey had only learned his name by accident, when someone was giving him grief behind his back. Which pissed Trey off; he sure gave the dick talking about Ralys one helluva telling off. It was strange to stick up for your stranger stalker, but he did it anyway.
And finally, Ralys was a bloke! A male! A human off the same gender! Trey wasn't that kind of guy. He liked girls, boobs and everything in between.
And yet, whenever Trey looked at Ralys, he couldn't help but let his mind wonder. He'd tried to shrug it off. God knows, he tried! But the tiniest things kept reminding him of the skinny fucker! Just that morning he'd been eating cheerio's and the first thing he had thought off was Ralys lip ring. And off course this had led to more daydreaming of the pair…together…
Trey shook his head roughly, banishing (or at least, trying to) the thoughts from his brain. Chewing his bottom lip, he dared a glance up. His electric blue eyes instantly connected with a pair off brown ones, sure enough, Ralys had been staring at Trey. But as soon as Trey looked at him, Ralys pierced face burned scarlet and dropped his gaze, from the way his lips where moving, Trey could tell he was muttering curses, whether at himself or at Trey, that was unclear.
Trey continued to stare at the boy only a few tables away. Who was the stalker now?! He didn't care. There was something interesting about him, something that was enjoyable to look at, something Trey couldn't quite put his finger on. No matter how badly he wanted to. Trey watched as Ralys groggily got to his feet, an untouched magazine slung under his arm, and flicked his hood up, trying to hide his face. Head hanging slightly low, he shuffled forward and disappeared between the book shelves.
Trey frowned lightly, and before his mind could even comprehend what was happening, he was out of the evil seat and walking after Ralys. Said person was staring blankly at the bookshelf, lost in his own thoughts and half his face hidden within the shadows off his hood. "What're ya' readin'?" Trey's mouth asked before his brain could stop him.

Ralys head jerked up with such a force, Trey half expected it to fly off his neck and hit the ceiling. "Um… a magazine…" he replied quietly, eyes glancing down to the magazine resting against his palm.

"What's it about?" Trey took a few steps forward, filling the nagging space between them, which for some reason felt like miles apart.

Ralys breath hitched lightly halfway up his throat as Trey towered over him, looking him over with a curious smile. Ralys's gaze tried to stay on the magazine, but his fucking eyes kept flickering up. "It's- it's a… um, video game magazine," he stuttered at an almost whisper, his cheeks turning a light crimson.

Trey nodded his head, silver hair falling over his eyes. "Video games? That's cool," he said while still nodding like a bobble head. "Why've you been stalkin' me?" He blurted out suddenly.

Again, Ralys head flew up with the same force, but something told him Ralys half wished his head would fly off. "What?! I haven't been stalking you!" He snapped, face flushing darker, with anger or embarrassment, Trey hadn't a clue.

"Aye, you have," Trey replied coolly, giving Ralys a generous poke in the shoulder.

This earned him a glare, but Trey's hand stayed resting on the smaller boys shoulder, unhindered. "You're an idiot," Ralys grumbled, shaking his head lightly causing his hood to slip an inch from his face.

Trey scoffed loudly, and before he could even think about stopping himself, he pushed back Ralys hood to reveal his pierced face to the light. "I'm the idiot you've been stalking," he muttered while brushing his fingers through Ralys hair. He didn't know why he was doing it or if he was going to stop, so he didn't. His fingers just kept grazing through his blonde locks.

Ralys squeaked, his face turning a darker shade of red. "What- what're you doing?" He chocked.

"I just…" Trey frowned and leaned his face close to Ralys. "Want to try something," and before Ralys could utter out a breath, Trey's lips were planted firmly on his.
Ralys made some kind of noise and Trey was half worried he had gotten something wrong. He started to pull back but when his lips peeled off Ralys, the blonde boy grabbed Trey's shirt and dragged him back to his mouth. Trey groaned happily, wrapping his arms around Ralys waist and Ralys wrapped his arms around Trey's neck. The silver haired boy's mouth opened slightly and instantly Ralys tongue slid into his mouth, deepening their kiss. Trey turned quickly and pushed Ralys's body against the bookshelves roughly. Too roughly. The bookshelf quivered and slouched back then forward. The boys broke apart instantly as the bookshelf tipped backwards and hit against the next one, causing it to tip as well. Like dominos they all tipped backwards, collapsing like a castle off cards in front of a hair dryer.

Luckily no one else had been standing in between the bookshelves. After the loud echoes of the collapsing bookshelves ceased, all eyes turned to the messy haired, startled boys. Ralys pointed at Trey and Trey pointed at Ralys. "Was him," they said at the same time.

Rules!

Blank-- tal63.deviantart.com/journal/B…

- You know the drill, do NOT look ahead before picking the 10 OCs.

- Have fun!

- Link back to me please

- Link a blank copy of the meme!

First ever meme, so here goes!!! X3

1. Trey

2. Kasie

3. Aigua

4. Meliron

5. Dearbhla

6. Zander

7. Nacrol (Lorcan's creepy side)

8. Saoirse

9. Astera

10. James

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1. 5 and 6 switched bodies! How do they react?

"Boobies!" Zander giggles groping his/Dearbhla's chest.

"Oh Zander..." Dearbhla shakes her head as she looks down her trousers. "Poor Catrina."

2. 3 has decided to confess his/her love to 6. But since 5 and 6 have still switched bodies, 3 confesses to 5 and then kisses 5. In front of 6.

"I knew she loved my gingerness!" Zander screams.

"Zander?" Aigua looks at Girl-Zander. "Then who is..."

Dearbhla grins and kisses Aigua again. "Dearbhla likes the taste of your lips..."

Aigua runs away screaming.

3. 4 decides to start a rumour about 1. What is the rumour? How does 1 react when they find out?

"Trey never could completely satisfy a woman," Meliron sniggers to James.

"I thought Trey liked Ralys..." James frowns. "TREY!"

"You called my beautiful name?" Trey smiles standing beside James.

"Meliron said you can't get girls off," James say innocently.

"Why were you talking about me getting girls off?" Trey asks Meliron. "Were you fantasizing about me again?"

Meliron glares at him. "I have nor will I ever fantasize about a little critter like you,"

"He wants me!"

4. 7 is starving and goes to get some food. When they discover that nothing is in their fridge, they order pizza. 7 decided to head up into their bed only to discover all of their food is half eaten and scatter all over the bedroom floor and 8 is fast asleep in their bed... wearing their pyjamas.

"But I sleep naked…" Nacrol frowns.

Then Saoirse is naked and sleeping in your bed.

Nacrol grins. "Perfect…" He walks into his room, picks up a can of whip cream, and locks the door behind him.

O_o

5. 10 gets mugged! Turns out that 2 witnessed the crime and it just so happened that it was 9. Does 2 turn in 9?

"I like James so… It was Astera!" Kasie shouts.

"Why? Why would you mug me, Astera?" James pouts.

Astera shrugs. "I don't like your face."

"At least give me back my money," James holds out his hand.

"Mine!" Astera runs away.

6. 5 and 6 have long since switched back to their old bodies and 5 decides to get a pet Okapi. Why?

"It looks like a zebra, dear and a giraffe! How could I not buy one?!" Dearbhla squeals hugging her pet Okapi. "I'm gonna call you Collin!"

7. 5's Okapi escaped! Unfortunately, 7 caught it and decided to make Okapi pie. What is 5's reaction to this?

"You murdered Collin!" Dearbhla wails hitting Nacrol.

"After my tumble with Saoirse, I was hungry," Nacrol grins. "Your pet was the closest thing to me," he stuffs some of the pie in his mouth. "Want some?"

Dearbhla stares at him. "Okay,"

8. 8 and 2 go to the beach. 2 buries 8 in the sand and then falls asleep somewhere. 8 calls for 2 desperately, but 2 is knocked out cold and winds up getting sunburned. Meanwhile, 4 walks by and sees 8 trapped in the sand. What does 4 do?

Meliron stares at Saoirse and laughs; he puts a crab on her nose.

"Get it off me!" Saoirse screams shaking her head widely.

"People are trying to sleep her!" Kasie snaps, fast asleep on a rock.

9. 10 decides to cook a nice meal for 2. If 2 turned in 9, there's a love potion in there and 2 falls madly in love with 10. Otherwise, the meal is poisoned and 2 dies.

"Kasie, why are you so red?" James asks setting a plate of food in front of her.

"Saoirse let me fall asleep in the sun, I burn like a peach! Does that make sense?" She frowns. "Food!" Kasie starts scoffing down the food. She looks up at James. "What did you put in this…cutie?"

James smiles. "Love me!" He hugs her.

10. Whether or not 2 turned in 9, the police were eventually able to arrest 9. However, a giant eagle named Joe decided to take pity on 9 and breaks him/her out of prison. Now Joe is taking 9 wherever he/she wants to go. Where does 9 want to go?

"Take me to Disney Land!" Astera squeals, sitting on Joe's back. "I must kill Mickey!"

Joe nods and falls off a cliff.

11. 1 goes missing. Does 3 care? Is this in any way related to the rumours?

Aigua is still running around screaming. "I kissed Dearbhla!"

"Maybe he's trying to prove to Meliron that he can satisfy people," Saoirse suggest.

"I'm right here!" Meliron snaps.

"Where did you hide Trey?!" Saoirse tackles Meli.

12. Joe has decided to feed 9 to his children. Do 6, 7 and/or 8 attempt to save 9?

"Where is Trey?!" Saoirse yells hitting Meliron.

Zander is too busy with a ruler to notice anyone.

"I'll save Astera and get a little reward," Nacrol grins, he jumps into the nest with Joe. Nacrol jumps on to Joes back and stuffs a grenade down the eagles throat. Joe blows up and his babies burst into flames. He turns to Astera. "Now we have sex!"

Astera stabs him and throws him out of the nest.

13. The potion that 10 used on 2 has worn off. How does 2 feel about this? (If 2 died, he/she is back to life)

"I wish I never gave her the potion, she is way too sexual!" James says.

Kasie jumps on his back and hits his head, calling him names to vile to repeat.

"Rape!" James screams running in circles.

14. 3 catches 4 watching little kid shows (or if 4 is a little kid, they catch 4 watching R-rated movies). What does 3 do?

"What is that box?!" Aigua whispers, meaning the tv, hiding behind the sofa. "It is evil!"

"Dora, why do you insist on talking to you bag?!" Meliron screams, face inches from the tv.

15. 1 has gone to the movies. Unfortunately for 1, 5 and 6 were also there. As it turns out, it's 1's fault that they switched bodies.

"Trey! You made me have boobs!" Zander grin's hugging Trey.

"I'm glad you had fun!" Trey laughs patting his head.

"You made me have ginger pubes," Dearbhla shivers. "How did you do it?"

"Why? Want to change into me?!" Trey smirks. "Stole Aigua's belt, she has loads of crazy shit on it!"

"I want boobs again!" Zander takes a random sack and drinks the contents. He turn into a ginger cat.

16. Joe has decided to throw a party for all of the characters. It turns out, that Joe didn't really want to feed 9 to his children and he was just down on his luck and his kids needed to eat. So with a little help from a Dues Ex Machine, (if 9 was indeed eaten) everyone is alive, uneaten and able to attend Joe's party. Describe the party!

No one went.

17. What are all the characters thought on the meme?

 Trey laughs. "It would have been more fun if Meliron died,"

 "The meme made me cheat on Cloud!" Kasie pouts. "With James…" she shivers

Aigua is brushing her teeth with bleach. "I had to kiss Dearbhla! I am horrified!"

"I would have liked it if Astera was eaten by the bird," Meliron smirks.

Astera tackles Meliron and cuts of his head. "Good ending now,"

Trey and Astera play football with Meliron's head.

 Zander meows. "He got turned into a cat! He will make up for Collin!" Dearbhla sniffles hugging cat Zander.

"It was a pleasure to find Saoirse in my room, it's something I recommend to happen again," Nacrol grins.

Saoirse punches Nacrol in the gut. "I hate you,"

"You didn't earlier," Nacrol chuckles holding his stomach.

"I got mugged and made Kasie fall in love with me… it wasn't the best day," James shrugs.