[Old] My Little Demon

62~ ❝Ahheaoohoooohoh!❞

"Oh. Yes. That was beautiful."

  "G͝ONE! wHo'͜S NExt͢?̀"  

"I am, slimy. Square up."

  "̴E̶v҉E̛N̛ aFTE̸R͝ sȨĘING ̛Y҉O͟u̡r ̀Fr҉I̶eN҉D͠ ͟GeT–"  

"He's not my friend."

  "̨W͏H͜aT͟E҉V́e̕r͜.̧ ̵Ev́ȩŃ ̛aFTER ̕sÉiNg̕ h͜im ̡geT SMACKE̸D̡?͘"  

"Yeah. Even after that. You see, I don't bonk things with frying pans. I slice things. With knives."

"A͏nD̢ I͘ ̵s͏l̛ÁP ͝th͢I̕N͝G̷s̢ wiT̢H m̶Y ̵TE͜N̕TAc͢lęS!"

Two sushi knives appear in Lilith's hands, glimmering in the non-existent light. She observes Xemu with the cool demeanour of an assassin.

"Enough games."

"Th҉E̴ FU҉N ̷I̴ş J͏uS̵T ͏B̨EGi͡Nn͟ING͏!"

"The fun is ending."

  "̵T͡h̷E̡ O̶N̶l̷y ThinG͏ ͠End̴IN͞g Is̸ Yo͢uR̛ ̛L̴Yf̧e̴!"  

Something happens. Something fast. Super fast. Too fast for even the omniscient narrator to recall. Suddenly, Lilith is falling to her knees, an expression of unparalleled agony splayed across her face.

"Ahheaoohoooohoh!" ("What the hell is that?" I can hear you asking this very question. That, my children, is the dialogued version of an agonised scream. Yep. Deal with it. Got a problem? Fite me.)

"W̨hAT ͜Th̛E͢ h́El̴l ͞W̵aS ̷ThAT?̨"҉

"An agonised scream!"

"̴Ì ̧s̷E͟E͢e͏e̢E̴.̵"

"What did you just do, anyway? I just felt something hit me... and collapsed."

"FO͏Ol̡ISh d͢Em͏ON!͟ ͡M͘y̶ TE̡ǹT̵AC̷l͏E͟S ͝c̶AN͏ ͠m҉Óv̀E͟ ͏a͡t ́S̶p͢EEDS͞ ͝o҉F M̡A͝C̴H 20!́"̛

"I got that reference!"

"Too bad, no-one else will! Anywho~ Lukey. I just got slapped by tentacles that can move faster than the speed of sound. So, like... you should get out of here."

"But... you could die!"

"No shit! Just go!"

"I won't leave you!"

"Oh, but you will. Right now!"

"No. In fact..."

Luke steps forward. He stretches. He inhales, exhales, and flexes his beard. And then, in the manly voice of Shia Lebouf...

"No, Lilith. You don't have to stand in front of me anymore. You don't have to tell me what to do anymore. This time. This time, I'll get him. Stand down!"

"Lukey... I'm kneeling."

"No, I don't need help. I'll take him out. On my own. You've been doing everything for me this whole story. It's time for me to... Shia it up."

"͏OH ͜MY͠. T͜hE͠ ͠Sh͢I̧TTy C̢hA͘Ra҉ctEŕ ͞D̴E̸veLopMeN̡t!̴ ́ !   iT͢ MakE̕s No di͠f͡fER̵E͜NÇE̢, ͘wo͟RM!̶  ͟YoU ̢S͘haL҉L͟ DIE͢!̛"͢

"The only one dying is you. Prepare thyself!"

Sorry about the looong wait. I've been suffering through an awfully debilitating period of laziness. Yes, so lazy that I couldn't even be bothered to update a dialogue story. These are dark tiems, frens. Dark teims.