Peter: -unmanly screaming- MONSTERRR MIKEYYY me: -slicks my tongue in and out- sssss. Who is it?

Peter: but wimps stay alive the longestttt... -moans and scowls at her- are we going to summon a demon or something?

?

Peter: -the chubby deer hybrid whimpered and nervously shuffled around. He sniffed.- I bet there's ton of monsters here.... me: I'll protect you don't you worry. And nobody would want to eat my, I'm too chewy. If anything they'd eat you

Yeeeeee

Notifications*

Hmm. I turned my off

Ok peter: oof. Mikey where are we? -he was trembling and rubbing his hands together- me: I have no idea. I think we're lost

It's chill, let's do it. Should we start over?

Oof thank friend -hugs-

It's chill. Could you draw either me or petey

Do you have any ideas?

Hmmm. I don't know actually. Something monsterish I suppose

Meeeeeeee

Peter: me dying doesn't sound fun... I CHOSE LIFE -he tried squirming out of her grip and starts blubbering- IRAAAA

Yayyyy ok

Oof can you draw peter plz thank thank -hugs-

Peter: owww. Why do you have to be so rough with me? -he grunted and stood up, dusting himself off- why are we here? I don't like it here...

Peter: I did kind of bring this on... m-myself... ooh. -blood started dripping down his nose- (Ira peter is a gentle cinnamon roll that needs love and attention)

Peter: oof! Nooo! My candy! -he gripped at his bag and whimpered- I'm going to get a nose bleed!