Demons And Angels

Existentialism at its Finest

No view? Thats fine, Ill continue writing anyway for whomever wants it. More consistant writing if my A.D.D. stops kick starting!!

Help. Me. Is this real? I turned off the shower and let the remaining hot water run off my body. I seem too calm about all of this. Who are they? Or rather what are they? Who am i? Am I like...them?

My thoughts then were interrupted by the king asshole himself, Xander.

"Aye, your highness, youve been in there for like an hour. We gotta leave."

"Calm thou titties. You'll live if Im a little late."

"Umm first off, thou? Second, this is more important than your miserable little life. Also, my titties are quite fine."

I sighed. What a pain in the butt. It hit me.

"WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES YOU DUMB HOEBAG?!"

"Chillax, its in the wash. For now, you can wear what i put on the counter for you."

I looked. Oh dear jesus christ. Its a dress. Not a dress.. Please...

"Really? What am I supposed to do with this Monkey suit???"

"Wear it, Princess Loudass."

"Bish, I am a queen. I'm no princess."

"Not even, not a lady either. More like a barn keep."

I stood there, gaping. How rude is this guy?