Decease: I like....killing small animals and hunting dragons

(Someone else secretly like him...) (saving?) Decease: Oh..hm.

Decease: So...uhh..got any hobbies? (Who?)

Decease: Oh..

Decease: why do you do that?

Decease: Im not lying.

Decease: You are not okay. 1. You stuttered. 2. You are bleeding.

Decease: -wakes up and stretches, yawns, and notices blood- Tormento? Are you okay?

Decease: ....[next day?]

Decease: -ignores him and closes her eyes and falls asleep-

Decease: i always feel angry and sad and i take it out on others...

Decease: i feel like the a-hole...-lays down and puts head down-

Decease: What kind of bite was that dingus?

Decease: Dude. You have baby teeth! -opens mouth and shows him my sharp and gigantic teeth-

Decease: i dont want your stupid squirrel! And so what??

Decease: OY!

Decease: Alright.-eats the stupid bird- (oof)

Decease: -snatches it-

Decease: Oh...And...hi?

Decease: Like what?