Three Gods On An Adventure

Michael's Asylum (1)

A/N Gore/blood warning. This warning is for all chapters because Nedra is a dangerous individual and will kill on the spot for petty things. Also, all three gods are elderitch horrors under their self built skins

"Nedra, damn it! You've got to stop doing that! Just because some jackass was being rude doesn't mean you kill them! Look where we are now!" Groaned a chocolate brunette who was sitting in the back of a police car and covered in blood. The 5'1 girl's hands were handcuffed together, but she didn't seem to care as she fell back against the seat.

"Well I'm sorry he was a perverted asshole that was only looking to fuck. Sugar, you gotta defend yourself! He was about ready to break your arm to force you to go with him!" Responded a ravenet that sat next to the girl, a grumpy but concerned expression on their face. They didn't have cuffs nor were they covered in blood.

"Nedra, we are literally gods. I wouldn't have felt a thing and it would have fixed itself." Sugar responded, rolling her grey-blue eyes. The young police at the front of the car worriedly glanced at Sugar before turning on his radio comms.

"Captain, the killer is having a one sided conversation with themselves and is calling themself a god. I'm, um, going to take them to that asylum instead of the station." The officer spoke into the radio, glancing at Sugar once more. She just grinned and cocked her head to the side.

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"Whyyyyyyy?" Sugar groaned once more, flopping backwards onto the stiff mattress of the bed in her cell. She was given a jumpsuit to wear and she turned its color dark blue with stars against the wishes of her "nurse." She didn't much care but she couldn't wait until lunch, which was when she would get to meet all the other "killers" in this asylum.

"How much do you think they'll let us decorate before they start taking things?" Nedra asked, not at all in a jumpsuit. They were floating next to Sugar's bed, legs crossed and arms folded behind their head.

"Oh, definitely not a lot but we could put in loads before they'd move us and try to burn it all because we wouldn't let it move." Sugar snickered, glancing over at the desk they were given before snapping and a miniature glass Earth with a golden stand popped into existence. Nedra giggled and snapped as well, a silver Moon popping up next to the Earth. They were about to decorate the entire room with a space theme before a knock on the door interrupted.

"Sugar, it's time for lunch. We've come to take you to the cafeteria." Stated a nurse in blue scrubs, standing next to a group of guards. The door was opened and the guards rushed in to drag Sugar out, but she just stepped past without a single touch of fabric and stood next to the nurse.

"I can't wait to see what dangerous people you have here! Don't worry about me eating, though, as I don't actually need substance to live. This is just a body I created for me to walk amongst you mortals without causing your brains to melt." Sugar giggled before skipping down hallway. She knew where she was going. Nedra floated after, phasing through the people and walls like they weren't physically there.

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Sugar threw open the cafeteria doors and giggled when people stared at them. She skipped down the rows, slipping easily past any guards that tried to stop her. Then she froze looking at a table in the back before squealing.

"Nedra, look! It's Michael Myers!" Then she dashed over to the table, stumbling slightly before sliding into the table's bench and crashing right into Michael.

"Whoops, sorry. We didn't mean to crash into you. Did you know that you're so famous they made a movie about you? We actually really like your movie and think you're super cool. Ah- We should stop rambling. Sorry." The god's cheeks warmed with an embarrassed blush as they brushed their suddenly duotone hair back over their shoulders. Their shoulder length hair was an uneven split between a chocolate and ebony color, while their eyes have gone a vibrant shade of grey-green. Their jumpsuit was a beautiful mix of blues and purples with stars. Michael turned to look at the god and tilted his head with a grunt, his mask emotionless and unmoving as ever.