Michael: ALYS! *catches her, eyes widening at the blood* No no no no no *puts pressure on her side quickly, trying to stem the blood flow* *looks up at the wall*
At this point, I am searching for fucks to give but in all honesty, I think I've ran out on all my resources for life. I probably had some in the shed once.
Michael: It'll stop all of this won't it? *aims the gun, taking a deep breath* *...* *...* *sighs, lowering the gun again* *flips the safety on, putting the gun down*
Michael: *pokes her stomach gently* *uhhhh I should probably mention Michael has not been taught about any of that.. Stuff* *he vaguely understands some stuff* *but not where babies come from* *or, well, how* *he just knows it's a man and a woman* Wait.. What?
I am sure when my dad beat me drunk, that was out of love XD
He is one of the best comedians I know so I can't really complain to be honest. I don't know why I was crying at the time. Now I see the funny side of it. Everything has a funny side if you just understand.
Michael: *actually, imma change that* *he knows some of the how's of mating* *just not the baby part* Of course you can. *looks at Flauros* Uh.. Sure. *stands up, walking out with Flauros*
Michael: Hey, shhhh. It doesn't matter how it was made. It's not him. *shrugs* If it wants to know who it's dad is.. Tell it that you honestly don't know, but that it doesn't need to know either? *hugs her properly, slightly less awkward* Or lie..
Michael: *shrugs* You can do it anyway. I know you can. *scowls at how nice he's being* Although you should probably get off this bed, the sigils are still activated..
Michael: *looks slightly surprised that she said thank you* *hums* *looks at the carvings, three separate ones* *one will electrocute them to death* *one will shock them* *one will release the collars* Uhm..
Guess who'll be on a plane to Orlando in oh almost 21 hours?
*raises hand*
Nervous because we booked this trip ages ago....and now Florida is in a state of emergency and of course I'm going to the city where the shooting happened, of course.
Hell, I think security is gonna be tight for flights heading to Orlando.
I had an epiphany yesterday I realised that all friendship problems (and relationship problems) are really remarkably simple You can put up with it, or you can leave It's actually beautiful in its simplicity People create so much worry and drama . . . but really, the choice is simple. What's worse, putting up with this or losing the friendship/relationship? That's all there is to it.
Which airport are you going to? I'm actually at Phili right now!
It'd be cool if we were there at the same time but I'm going to leave soon and you won't be at an airport for a while (and idek what airport you're at)
(every teacher in chemistry dept: You really don't need to know anything about analysis techniques, just be able to use your common sense to interpret a graph/data on the slim chance that comes up. They never ask about this stuff
wjec: *sets a twenty fucking marker on chrmoatography*)
(i cant even sSPELL chromatogr3aphy oh my god :( )
@Chloe: I want to live in that video, it's so cute :P
(ugh ikr they set a quarter of the paper on analysis and I swear they missed out about a third of the syllabus :/ I compiled and learned every mark I dropped in all the past papers and I just don't understand where they pulled this stuff from at all :S)
Yeah, they can't just let us pass, can they? Luckily I accidentally signed up for clearing this morning, so at least I'm all prepared for results day XD
(Chromatography!!! You put the different substances in a line on filter paper! You dip them in a solvent, usually water! You find out the Rf code for the substances which is the height they reached divided by the height the solvent reached! You then compare this Rf code with other Rf codes to find out which one it is!!!
It's used in forensics and drugs analysis and food analysis!)
@Sil: Yep!! :) I think that's Paper Chromatography? But then you get to year 13 and there are actually several other types of chromatography - including Thin Layer Chromatography, Gas Liquid(?) Chromatography and High PErformance Liquid CHromatography, which are what our A-level mentioned.
They’re Dashing and daring, Courageous and caring, Faithful and friendly, With stories to share. They march through the forest, They sing out in chorus, Marching along, As their song fills the air.
CHORUS: Gummi Bears, Bouncing here and there and everywhere. High adventure that’s beyond compare, They are the Gummi Bears.
Well, Magic and mystery, Are part of their history, Along with the secret, Of gummiberry juice. Their legend is growing, They take pride in knowing, They’ll do what is right,
Michael: *turns and walks away from them, looking for that vampire everyone talks abojt* *finds her, eventually* Hey! Can you get this collar off me?
Sil: *looks up, shocked to see Michael and quickly masking her emotions* Ugh. Another of Inky's then? I'm really going to have to start charging her. *walks over, studying the well known collar* Hmm.. I'll have to edit one of the sigils, this is shoddy craftsmanship. Stay still. *produces a small dagger*
Michael: WAIT! You aren't putting that near my neck!
Sil: I'm not going to stab you. Trust me. *starts editing the sigil which would shock him, increasing it to knock him out* *hums to herself*
Sil: Almost, almost. *finishes it* There. *jams her thumb against it*
Michael: *yells and spasms, groaning and slumping to the floor*
Sil: Stupid count. Useless man. Can't even handle his own pets. *attaches a leather leash to his collar and starts dragging him along the floor to the counts place*
Sil: *easily breaks into the counts place, sneaking into his living room and lounging in a chair with her legs crossed over the arm, holding Michaels collar in one hand* *throws a dagger at something to smash it so the count will come*
Sil: At home. You're lucky I've even brought this one back. *zips over to him, slapping him hard* *snarls* Don't. Make the same mistake. Again. If you lose him again, it'll be your head I'm after.
Michael: *fell on his face when Sil zipped forwards, coughing and spluttering at having the collar yanked on through the leash* *looks up quickly* No..
Michael: *cries out, convulsing and falling to the ground* *groans, shaking slightly* *struggles to get up again, trying to make it out the window still*
Michael: *falls to the ground again, shaking* *whimpers, looking up at the window* No.. I'm.. Not.. *dives for the window, hoping the leash won't get caught if he smashes the glass*
Michael: *hits the glass and bounces off cause double glazing* *falls to the floor convulsing* *gasps, curling up when it stops* *hes still weak from not eating enough the night before and only having had an apple today* *his stomach growls loudly*
Michael: *pause outside the room as it finally clicks in his head what the count means* NO *struggles more, fighting more, grabbing onto everything near him in hopes of being able to stop himself being dragged into that room*
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I've changed my mind. Run. Now.
(No point in hurting anyone for any reason!)
Alys: o okay.. Come on
Michael: *grabs her hand tightly and sprints for the edge of the Counts lands*
Alys: *runs*
*furry guard ahead*
Michael: *angles them so they'll run to the left of the guard with him closest to the guard*
But it's funny! Though imo, it's equally as funny when i get hurt. I mean physically, mentally it's absolutely a lost case for me.
Speaking of funny, I beat up a tree in the nearby forest and I now have bloody knuckles XD
Guard: hey!
Michael: *keeps running, hoping the guard will be stupid enough to let them just get past*
*he really isn't in the mood for fighting*
(*growls* it's not okay to hurt trees!)
Guard: *chases^
Michael: *hisses*
Dammit.
*keeps sprinting, panting slightly*
*he doesn't run this long for a reason*
Alys: *stops* g go!
Michael: ALYS DAMMIT
*stops, turning and slamming into the guard*
Run, NOW.
Alys: y you! *launches at the guard*
Guard; *falls*
Michael: *smashes his fist into the guards face until he's knocked out*
*grabs Alys' arm, dragging her along with him now*
Guard: *blacks ourI
ALYS: I c could've taken him d down..
Michael: I'm sure you could've but right now just don't stop running!
*theyre nearing the wall*
*is surprised they've made it this far*
Alys: *runs*
Michael: *is hopeful*
*reaches the wall with her, locking his fingers together, holding his hands out*
Over.
Don't worry he was tougher than me.
Though i did get in a few good hits.
HAHAHA that's actually funny thinking about it. Some people walked past and saw me making inhuman noises and walked quicker XD
(One should never ever disrespect nature
You don't know what lived in that tree
You don't know how the tree felt)
Count: *a gun shot goes off next to the wall where Alys is*
Michael: *looks up quickly, his ears snapping back against his head at the loud noise*
Oh no..
Count: come back! *shoots again*
Alys; *falld in agony.. Getting shot in the side*
Michael: ALYS!
*catches her, eyes widening at the blood*
No no no no no
*puts pressure on her side quickly, trying to stem the blood flow*
*looks up at the wall*
Alys: l leave m me michael..
Michael: *looks at the count*
He'll just shock me anyway if I try.
*keeps applying pressure*
Alys: I its best I if I go.. *snifflesI y you don't know what f t they did last n night..
natani: *sneaks behind the count and hits him over the head*
Flora: finally! We were led on a right wild goose chase!
At this point, I am searching for fucks to give but in all honesty, I think I've ran out on all my resources for life. I probably had some in the shed once.
Tresha: *sees Alys and Michael*
There they are!
Michael: *hisses*
Don't you bloody dare.
*has no first aid kit and not shirt that he can use as a bandage*
*just keeps applying pressure*
(I find it tragic that you can't find peace in life
But try starting with being nice and empathetic to others)
Flauros: no.. We have to get her to the wolfs place!
Alys: b but if I stayed.. I'd probably have to live with something I don't think I I ever c could..
Michael: *continues applying pressure*
Alys. No.
Tresha: Okay, we'll have to carry her..
Alys: t three of t them Michael.. I one of them m must have.. *starts draining away*
Flautist: let me deal with this *scoops Alys up and runs towards Inkys house*
eh I've tried that. Doesn't really work.
I am destined to be horrible. I accept that.
Michael: *stands up, looking at the blood on his hands*
*looks over at the count, unconscious*
*walks over, grabbing the shotgun, racking it*
Tresha: *runs after him*
So why take that out on others?
Because I don't care.
I think my peace is in insanity.
(*kisses Jack, my soulmate*)
Flora: is that wise?
Flares: *runs fastly*
*alys is losing s lot of blood*
Michael: It'll stop all of this won't it?
*aims the gun, taking a deep breath*
*...*
*...*
*sighs, lowering the gun again*
*flips the safety on, putting the gun down*
I give up
*kisses Chloe and leaves*
Sorry I left earlier jai
Bye
(It's fine Jack.
Bye Jacko!)
Like my parents did on me a long time ago HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
You can't deny that wasn't a good joke.
Flora: good.. Alys wouldn't want you to do that
Flauros: don't leave ! *leaches inky*
*acticates the bed just as Alys was taking her last few breathes *
Michael: *sighs*
Just.. Let's go.
Tresha: *kneels beside the bed, watching nervously*
Flora: this way *runs*
Alys: *starts healing but hasn't awoken^
Michael: *looks at the count one last time*
*kicks him hard in the side, a petty revenge*
*runs after Flora*
(Your parents probably loved you!)
Flora: *takes him to Inkys place*
Alys: *still isn't waking up*
Michael: *walks inside, walking up into the room*
Is she alive?
Flautist: she isn't waking
Michael: *walks over to the bed, looking down at her with concern*
Alys.. Come on Alys..
Alys: *as she heals, her stomach begins to swell*
*opens eyes slightly*
Michael: *frowns*
Turn the healing off.
*looks at Alys*
Alys: m Michael..
Flora: what did you two get up to? *inspects alys*
Michael: Nothing!!!
*grits his teeth*
This is the count.. He locked her in a room full of male furries..
Alys: *sits up and sees her self*
*screams* n no! No no no!
Michael: *winces at her screaming*
Alys calm down!
Alys: w why didn't you let me d die?
Michael: *his face becomes set like stone*
Because friends don't let friends die.
Alys: l look at me!
Michael: *looks at her*
Yes. What about it?
Alys: I I'm having o one of those.. Things baby! *shakes* I I feel so d dirty..
Michael: *pokes her stomach gently*
*uhhhh I should probably mention Michael has not been taught about any of that.. Stuff*
*he vaguely understands some stuff*
*but not where babies come from*
*or, well, how*
*he just knows it's a man and a woman*
Wait.. What?
Alys; m my stomach.. I I'm pregnant *cries*
Flauros; we should leave them..
+all the furries leave*
Michael: *watches all the furries leave*
I didn't know your stomach got fat when you were pregnant.
*pokes it again, intrigued*
Tresha: *leaves with them, whispering to Flauros to stay*
I am sure when my dad beat me drunk, that was out of love XD
He is one of the best comedians I know so I can't really complain to be honest. I don't know why I was crying at the time. Now I see the funny side of it. Everything has a funny side if you just understand.
Flautist; +nods*
Alys: w where did you think babies grew? *sobs*
I c can't do it Michael..
Flauris: Michael:.. We need to talk..
(I'm sorry to hear that..)
Michael: *actually, imma change that*
*he knows some of the how's of mating*
*just not the baby part*
Of course you can.
*looks at Flauros*
Uh.. Sure.
*stands up, walking out with Flauros*
*okay*
Flauros; you know how babies are made?
Michael: Well yeah. A man and a woman who love each other very much decide to have a baby.
Don't be...it was hilarious XD
(No wonder you are like you are..)
Flauros: but some times they don't decide.. In this case the woman has one against her will
Michael: Oh. Wait how does that work? I thought it only worked if they loved each other.
*frowns*
FlaurosD you know HOW a baby is made? Exactly?
Michael: Well.. No.
*crosses his arms over his chest*
It just.. Happens.
Flauros: have you heard of sex? How it words?
Michael: Who doesn't know about that! It's a little hard to avoid.
eh again, it's fine! :D
Insanity is my friend. I will cherish it for as long as I live, rest assured :)
Flauros: but when a woman isn't protected.. A baby is made
What happened to Alys?
Michael: The count put her in a room with a bunch of male furries.
*scowls*
He put me in a room with loads of female furries too. They were annoying.
(Right.. Well I wish you the best in life)
Flauros: what did the males do to her..?
Michael: I don't know, I wasn't in the room. I think they might have mated with her?
Flauros: three of them
She didn't want to.. Now she's having a baby.. With a man she didn't love
How do you think she feels?
Alys: *scratches her arm*
Michael: I'm going to hazard a guess at pretty bad..?
*frowns more, his eyebrows furrowing*
Okay.. How do I help?
Well thanks. You too.
Flauros: just.. Look after her.. She needs you
She has to bring up this kid by herself.. But who's to say she even wants the kid?
(Thank you)
Michael: Okay. I can look after her.. Probably..
*shrugs and walks back into the room*
*sees her scratching her arm*
ALYS
*grabs her wrist quickly*
Alys: *shakesandcries *
Michael: Alys!
*looks awkward but gently pulls her close*
*hugs her awkwardly, looking at her*
Don't hurt yourself.
Alys; *is hugged*
I s s s should b be dead..
Michael: No you shouldn't.
*squeezes her arm gently*
He should be but you shouldn't.
Alys; I I'm having a b baby.. I I'm not sure who t the dad is..
Michael: It doesn't matter who the dad is.
*continues to hug her awkwardly*
They don't matter anymore.
Alys: w what am I g going to do
Michael: You could get rid of it? Or give it away?
Alys: I c couldn't live w with that..
Michael: Then look after it..?
Alys: I w wouldn't b be able to d do a good job..
Michael: You have a horde of female furries who are going to be living with you. You're going to have support.
Alys; b but the cchild won't know w who their d daddy is and w what if I t t treat it differently b because of the way I it was m made? *hiccups*
Michael: Hey, shhhh. It doesn't matter how it was made. It's not him.
*shrugs*
If it wants to know who it's dad is.. Tell it that you honestly don't know, but that it doesn't need to know either?
*hugs her properly, slightly less awkward*
Or lie..
Alys: l lie?
Michael: Yeah. I mean.. Just say it's someone else?
Alys: but w who's?
Michael: I don't know. Pick a person and ask them if it's okay?
Alys: o okay...
Michael: It'll be okay.
*shrugs*
You can handle a kid. You managed to look after me for a bit.
Alys: but you aren't a k kid..
Michael: *shrugs*
You can do it anyway. I know you can.
*scowls at how nice he's being*
Although you should probably get off this bed, the sigils are still activated..
Alys: *jumos off it* h how long a are you s staying?
Michael: *scowls at the sigils*
I don't know. Probably a while.
*fiddles with the shock collar on her neck*
We should get these off.
Alys: h how?
Michael: Well there has to be a way to remove them.
*studies the collar, trying to figure it out*
Alys: h how:. The count controls t them ...
Michael: I'm not sure..
*scowls at it*
*pokes the collar*
*collars don't budge*
Alys: w what if h he comes back?
Michael: *mumbles*
Trust me, I'll fix that.
*looks for a latch or a buckle or a switch or anything to remove it*
*collars kept shut by Sigils I presume *
Alys: t thank you
*yeah*
Michael: *looks slightly surprised that she said thank you*
*hums*
*looks at the carvings, three separate ones*
*one will electrocute them to death*
*one will shock them*
*one will release the collars*
Uhm..
Alys: a any idea?
Michael: there are three sigils.. I don't know what they all do..
Alys: b best l leave them a alone.. For now
Michael: Okay.
*lets it go, stepping back*
Alys: s shall we find t the others?
Michael: Sure!
*smiles*
Alys: *guides him out of the room *
Michael: *follows her, wondering if she needs help or anything*
Are you okay?
Alys; f far from it .. But. W what can I do?
I tried crying but I really just couldn't.
now it's either embracing everything that I am or ending it.
huh, that's funny.
Guess who'll be on a plane to Orlando in oh almost 21 hours?
*raises hand*
Nervous because we booked this trip ages ago....and now Florida is in a state of emergency and of course I'm going to the city where the shooting happened, of course.
Hell, I think security is gonna be tight for flights heading to Orlando.
Don't worry, Orlando's probably the safest place to be right now due to increased security. :)
I had an epiphany yesterday
I realised that all friendship problems (and relationship problems) are really remarkably simple
You can put up with it, or you can leave
It's actually beautiful in its simplicity
People create so much worry and drama . . . but really, the choice is simple. What's worse, putting up with this or losing the friendship/relationship?
That's all there is to it.
I mean
They had two shootings in one weekend
People are gonna be on edge there
(Why does everyone have to be filled with hatred *sighs*)
Because we're human
:/
I'm nervous of course I hate planes but well I'll post when I land which in 12 hours ill be at an airport
(I screamed and jump when the toaster popped )
It will be okay Zaf :)
Which airport are you going to? I'm actually at Phili right now!
It'd be cool if we were there at the same time but I'm going to leave soon and you won't be at an airport for a while (and idek what airport you're at)
Oh I'll be flying from Newark because its more direct
Ah, got it.
We fly to both Newark and Phili but this time Philadelphia had better times and cheaper flights.
(I've been to Newark!
I think that's where I was when I heard Whitney Houston had died)
(The Jacobs flatbread advert is very catchy!)
Cool Chloe!
(every teacher in chemistry dept: You really don't need to know anything about analysis techniques, just be able to use your common sense to interpret a graph/data on the slim chance that comes up. They never ask about this stuff
wjec: *sets a twenty fucking marker on chrmoatography*)
(i cant even sSPELL chromatogr3aphy oh my god :( )
(Thanks
A Welsh sing my sister showed me xD
https://youtu.be/oO_cQE62LCI)
(That's terrible TAIA :O6
@Chloe: I want to live in that video, it's so cute :P
(ugh ikr they set a quarter of the paper on analysis and I swear they missed out about a third of the syllabus :/ I compiled and learned every mark I dropped in all the past papers and I just don't understand where they pulled this stuff from at all :S)
(It is!
That's terrible
The WJEC.. )
Yeah, they can't just let us pass, can they? Luckily I accidentally signed up for clearing this morning, so at least I'm all prepared for results day XD
How are you, Chloe?
(Awesome xD
I'm alright
I had my second psychology exam today!)
Oh! How'd it go?
(Think it went okay ^.^ )
(Chromatography!!!
You put the different substances in a line on filter paper!
You dip them in a solvent, usually water!
You find out the Rf code for the substances which is the height they reached divided by the height the solvent reached!
You then compare this Rf code with other Rf codes to find out which one it is!!!
It's used in forensics and drugs analysis and food analysis!)
Yay! Good to hear, CHloe! :)
@Sil: Yep!! :) I think that's Paper Chromatography?
But then you get to year 13 and there are actually several other types of chromatography - including Thin Layer Chromatography, Gas Liquid(?) Chromatography and High PErformance Liquid CHromatography, which are what our A-level mentioned.
(So glad I dropped Chen xD )
(to be fair, if I'd dropped chem, I'd have had to carry on with psychology, and there's no way I could remember all those studies and theories..... )
((barely managed to learn the 70 chem reactions that they only asked for like three of. I'm so bitter -.-))
(Hehe I've applied for psychology at Portsmouth
I don't chem well ;-;)
They’re Dashing and daring,
Courageous and caring,
Faithful and friendly,
With stories to share.
They march through the forest,
They sing out in chorus,
Marching along,
As their song fills the air.
CHORUS:
Gummi Bears,
Bouncing here and there and everywhere.
High adventure that’s beyond compare,
They are the Gummi Bears.
Well, Magic and mystery,
Are part of their history,
Along with the secret,
Of gummiberry juice.
Their legend is growing,
They take pride in knowing,
They’ll do what is right,
(Boop)
(Here!)
Michael: *hugs her gently, leading her to the house*
You'll be fine, just stay inside and relax for today.
Alys: I okay...
Michael: *tales her to the house the furries built, handing her over to one of the female furries to help her to her room and stuff*
Tresha: *raises an eyebrow at him*
Michael: Tell her not to follow me, okay?
Flora: this way Alys
Alys: thank you
Flautist: where are you going?
Michael: None of your business, just don't let her follow and don't you follow either, understood?
Tresha: Michael..
Michael: No.
Flauros: do you think she needs this now?
Michael: I'm just getting this collar off. I want to be able to protect people.
*glares at them both*
So stay behind.
Flauros: fine
Michael: *turns and walks away from them, looking for that vampire everyone talks abojt*
*finds her, eventually*
Hey! Can you get this collar off me?
Sil: *looks up, shocked to see Michael and quickly masking her emotions*
Ugh. Another of Inky's then? I'm really going to have to start charging her.
*walks over, studying the well known collar*
Hmm.. I'll have to edit one of the sigils, this is shoddy craftsmanship. Stay still.
*produces a small dagger*
Michael: WAIT! You aren't putting that near my neck!
Sil: I'm not going to stab you. Trust me.
*starts editing the sigil which would shock him, increasing it to knock him out*
*hums to herself*
Flauros: let's go check on Alys..
Tresha: Okay..
*walks inside with him*
Michael: Is it nearly done yet!
Sil: Almost, almost.
*finishes it*
There.
*jams her thumb against it*
Michael: *yells and spasms, groaning and slumping to the floor*
Sil: Stupid count. Useless man. Can't even handle his own pets.
*attaches a leather leash to his collar and starts dragging him along the floor to the counts place*
Flauros: *walks in*
Alys: w where's Michael?
Flautist: gone to get the collar off
Alys: o oh..
Tresha: Are you okay sweetie..?
Sil: *easily breaks into the counts place, sneaking into his living room and lounging in a chair with her legs crossed over the arm, holding Michaels collar in one hand*
*throws a dagger at something to smash it so the count will come*
Count: *storms on*!
Alys: I I'm .. Okay *looks at her stomach*
Sil: You know count, I don't appreciate it when people don't look after my gifts properly.
*looks over at him*
Michael: *groans*
*has cuts and splinters up his legs, stomach, torso and arms*
*hos face has a few scrapes*
*is dazed*
Tresha: have you thought about what you're going to do?
*her eyes are understanding, kind, gentle*
Count: they got past my guards.. Where's the other?
Alys; w well I don't have many options.. *sniffles*
(Okay, angel cake in strawberry shortcake is so kawaii)
Sil: At home. You're lucky I've even brought this one back.
*zips over to him, slapping him hard*
*snarls*
Don't. Make the same mistake. Again. If you lose him again, it'll be your head I'm after.
Michael: *fell on his face when Sil zipped forwards, coughing and spluttering at having the collar yanked on through the leash*
*looks up quickly*
No..
Tresha: *takes her hand, squeezing it gently*
Count: *hits floor* do not touch me
Alys: *squuezes her hand back* thank you for being h here
Sil: *raises an eyebrow, dropping the leash into his lap*
Don't. Lose him. Again.
*breezes out, elegant, confident, authoritive*
Michael: *bolts for the window immediately*
Tresha: Don't worry, both me and Flajros will be here, as will all your friends.
Count: *zaps him*
Alys: t thank you *smiles slightly*
Flautist: this will be an.. Experience
Michael: *cries out, convulsing and falling to the ground*
*groans, shaking slightly*
*struggles to get up again, trying to make it out the window still*
Tresha: *smiles back*
It's okay.
Count: *zaps him again* you're mine now
Alys: is there f food here?
Michael: *falls to the ground again, shaking*
*whimpers, looking up at the window*
No.. I'm.. Not..
*dives for the window, hoping the leash won't get caught if he smashes the glass*
Tresha: Yep. What do you want?
Count: *zaps him again*
Alys: I'll cook w what everyone w wants...
Michael: *hits the glass and bounces off cause double glazing*
*falls to the floor convulsing*
*gasps, curling up when it stops*
*hes still weak from not eating enough the night before and only having had an apple today*
*his stomach growls loudly*
Tresha: You need to rest..
(BOOP)
Count: *lifys him up by the arm* you have to be disciplined
Alys: b but..
(DUCK
JAI!)
Michael: *grabs his hand, trying to pull it off*
Let go of me!
*stumbles to his feet, struggling to pull away*
Tresha: *looks to Flauros for guidance*
(Hehehe)
Count: no *drags him to his bedroom*
Flauros: let tresh cook.. She is brilliant. Don't overwork yourself..
Alys; o okay..
Michael: *pause outside the room as it finally clicks in his head what the count means*
NO
*struggles more, fighting more, grabbing onto everything near him in hopes of being able to stop himself being dragged into that room*
Tresha: *smiles*
So, what do you want sweetie?
Count: *zaps*
Alys: I don't mind..
Michael: *drops to the floor, jerking*
*whimpers, grabbing the door frame tightly, refusing to be dragged inside*
HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!!!
Tresha: *strokes the fur on her head gently*
Hmm.. How about chicken? A chicken dinner?
*no one helps*
Count; *drags him inside*
Alys: o okay
Michael: *struggles against him*
*swings for his face*
Tresha: *smiles at her, standing up*
I'll go make a chicken dinner.
*walks to the kitchen*
Count: *zaps him again*
Flautist: she is a good cook
Alys: o okay... But I don't want to d do nothing..
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