Stitches | Twisted Wonderland (Discontinued)

Ⅵ | 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

───── ❝ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤! 𝐘𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞? ❞ ─────

The extras panted as the relentless attacks of Deuce and Elima came to a halt. "These two are crazy! And that one is crazy strong," the silver-haired extra muttered as sweat dripped down his face. The red/pink-haired one muttered, "maybe if we give them the money, they'll let us go." The silver-haired one dug into his pocket and held out a few bills. "Here. H-here's the money, just let us leave." Elima said nothing. He simply stared at them with emotionless, pupilless, pale blue eyes. Seeing as the male was not moving, they both scrambled away.
"Next time you eat an egg, you better apologize a hundred times, you bunch of chumps," Deuce yelled at them.

Elima stared at them shaking. Bloodlust grew with each step they got father way. He wanted nothing more than to chase after them and tear them limb from limb while they were still conscious. The feeling of flesh tearing and blood spilling under his hands. The sound of their screams and– "Calm down. Deep breaths Eli. Deep breaths," [Name] said softly as she gently unballed Elima's fist. Following her instructions, the demon weapon felt himself slowly calm down. He nodded with a deep breath when [Name] gave a reassuring squeeze.

The sudden sound of distress from Deuce maneuvered their attention to the blue-haired male. "What's wrong?"
"I did it again...didn't it?" Deuce groaned, "I was dead-set on becoming an honor student this time, too!" This time?
"What do you mean this time?" Deuce sighed, "When I was in middle school, I was pretty wild. I skipped school all the time and got into fights. I called my teacher names, hung out with the bullies...bleached my hair..." A mental image of Deuce with bleached hair is kinda funny. "I blasted around tight curves on my Magic Wheel." Is a magic wheel a car or motorcycle in Twisted Wonderland or something? "I'd show off my magic to kids who couldn't use it yet..." That one doesn't sound that bad. "I was a total punk."
"So you were only a little more annoying then than you are now?" The little monster asked kinda confused about where this conversation was going.
"But one night, I saw my mom talking on the phone to my grandma. She was trying to hide from me, but I saw her, and I could tell she was in tears. She was saying how she must have been a bad mother and maybe she never should have tried to raise me by herself," Deuce's voice wavered. "That had nothing to do with it! She had done nothing wrong! It was all me...When the carriage came to take me to Night Raven College, she was so happy for me. I decided then and there that this time, I wouldn't do anything to make her cry. This time, I'd become an honor student–someone she could be proud of." Not gonna lie, I kinda see the wind blowing dramatically as some sad to determined anime music plays in the background. "And I already messed it all up!"

"I mean, did ya, though? Isn't putting up with jerks what honor students so?" Deuce made a confused sound at the little monster's words. "Even I, The Great and Powerful Grim, was ready to pound those losers into tuna paste!" [Name] nodded,
"He's not wrong." Elima gave a weak snicker, "Honestly, you're better than I was in middle school and now." Confused, Deuce looked at the taller male, hoping for some explanation even though it was not his place to ask. "Hehe, let's just say I was a lot bit more...physical with those who pissed me off." [Name] gave Elima's hand a light squeeze in hopes of straying his thoughts away from...that. 

"Don't worry blueberry. Everyone gets mad. It's only natural." Deuce gave a sheepish smile,
"I guess you're right! I just hope those chicks can rest in peace." [*insert record screech*]
'...I'm gonna tell him.' The [h/c] haired girl smacked Elima's arm with an annoyed look.
'I want to tell him!' "Blueberry. Those weren't the type of eggs to hatch."
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"Wha...what...ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Elima started laughing like a certain volleyball rooster.