me: OKAY I KNOW I HAVENT UPDATED IN MONTHS
Jeff: Are you going to do that whole "I'm so sorry I just got busy slash lazy" thing you always do?
Me: Yeah... Kinda. Anyway, I fell into a major writers block, so nothing has been updated for months. I finally sat down at 3:00 am and just wrote! :) Hopefully I'll stop doing this though.
Jeff: *sarcastic* Good for you.
Me: Shut up.
Emily: Let's get onto the dares and questions!
Grimm: First is from DWolftheorginal ! "I dare EJ to make me some Dod-Gamn sandwiches"
E.J: *smiles* Sure! *leaves*
Scourge: What are dod-gamn sandwiches?
Me: Probably a way to avoid Wattpad's censor system. ^-^
E.J: *comes back with them* *gives them to Wolfy* Here you go ^-^
Grimm: Second. "Also I dare Sally to dress Wolfy- EMO"
Sally: Can I use Jeff to help me?
Admin!Wolfy: *appears* If he wants to, but Mysti and EJ know more about Wolfy-emo xD *disappears*
Me: I WANNA HELP THEN *drags Sally off somewhere XD*
[20 minutes pass]
Sally: *walks back in wearing an MCR shirt, black skinny jeans, converse, 5 rubber bracelets (the hot topic kind), and a beanie* I feel so uncomfortable.
Me: I'm pretty sure I got the style right :3
Sally: Can I go change out of this now?
Me: Yeah, sure.
Sally: *leaves*
Grimm: Third. "I HAS ONE LAST QUESTION: What would you do if I disappeared or was kidnapped?"
E.J: If you disappeared for more than a couple days or I heard you were kidnapped, I'd probably freak out. And search for you.
Emily: I would too!
Me: Sameeeeee.
Jeff: I'd be forced to search, so...
Satan: I'm soul-bound to Jeff, so I'd have to go aswell.
Grimm: I would help Emily and Misty search.
Sally: *comes back* What did I miss?
Grimm: *repeats the question for her*
Sally: Ah, okay.
Death: I would be slightly scared because E.J freaking out is completely abnormal.
L.J: I would move on with my life. No hard feelings, just I'm barely used outside this book.
Sally and Ben: We agree with that statement.
Hoodie and Masky: Us too.
Raven: *sighs* And me.
Toby: I would help search for you!
Scourge: Is it Admin!Wolfy or RP!Wolfy that this happens to?
Death: guys please, do not break the Fourth Wall.
Scourge: *looks at him* Why is that italicized, bolded, and underlined?
Admin: *appears, a dark shadow* NO MORE FOURTH WALL BREAKING PLEASE OMG *makes Scourge and L.J unconscious* *disappears*
Death: What the fvck. O.o
Grimm: From TheNovelistOfCookies , who used to be LarkyTheLoveGamer. "Okie... So Jeff, on a chapter, TRY to get the LJ and Jeff pairing fans to JUST believe that you are NOW a couple. It's like a prank or something like that... :|"
Jeff: But he's knocked out ;-;
L.J: *wakes up* What happened?
Me: You broke the fourth wall.
L.J: Oh...
Grimm: *repeats the dare*
L.J: *nods* Jeff, come here.
Jeff: *walks to him*
L.J: *kisses his cheek*
Jeff: *smiles and hugs him, his head in L.Js shoulder*
L.J: Does that work? Please tell me it does...
Jeff: *pulls away and wipes his cheek* I hope so.
Grimm: Second. "Oh and E.J... I read some E.J X Jeff fanfics (Jeff: Girl, E.J: Boy) TRY KISSING JEFF AND SEE HOW HIS MOUTH TASTES LIKE! DO. IT. OR. ELSE. I AM. GOING TO SEND. A BUNCH OF FANGIRLS. INTO THE ROOM AND MAKE THEM. RAPE YOU IN YOUR SLEEP. DO. IT.
Oh and also... NO TARTAURUS E.J!"
Jeff: IM ONLY SEVENTEEN I AM A CHILD DO NOT DO THIS TO ME
Death: You are not a child.
Jeff: I'm not a legal adult in most Earthen countries though
Death: Good point.
EJ: *debating whether to do this dare or nah*
Emily: Just do the dare! :3
E.J: *sighs* I guess I should.
Jeff: ;-; I'll do this dare, I guess.
E.J: *kisses Jeff quickly, than frowns* Hmm... Mint and Arabic tea. Odd.
Jeff: Yeah... I drank a bunch of it ;-;
Satan: I'm still sad about the loss of my tea. Aka the tea Jeff decided to drink.
Jeff: I'm so sorry that your tea is very good.
Satan: *glares at Jeff*
Sally: Is that all the dares?
Toby: I think so, actually. *smiles*
Sally: Okay then! Leave everyone but me terrible dares. Especially Jeff because he drank a lot of Satan's tea supply! :D
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