(Reader's POV)
"Beep...Beep... Bee-*smash* Ugggghhhh...Why did the challenge have to be so early?" I asked myself as I was slowly, but surely, making my way out of my bed. I look over at my nightstand where my alarm clock was, and realized that it's the 6th one this week. Sighing at the the thought of having to get another one, I made my way to my closet and picked out a (f/c) t-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers (or whatever you want idc). Now that I think about it, I should get a (f/a) (favorite animal), instead of an alarm clock. It would be a much cuter and less annoying wake-up call. I got ready and headed downstairs to grab something to eat. Luckily, Uncle Slender is in the kitchen. Time to work my magic.
"Uncle Slender? Can I pretty please have a (f/a)?" I asked as I hugged him and gave him puppy-dog eyes.
"No, (y/n). We already have a dog in the house. We don't need anymore animals."
"Oh, please. I promise I will take very good care of it. Besides, I need something else to wake me up, because I keep breaking all of my alarm clocks AND it will be a good companion for killing." I argued.
He sighed, "Fine. I guess you can get one, but don't let it annoy or attack any of the other pastas, and take care of it." I grinned like Cheshire, speaking of which I need to see how he is doing.
"THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" I basically screamed and hugged him. "See you at the target range. I'm gonna go there and practice until everyone else shows up." I waved and started heading towards the range. "Time to practice."
(Timeskip brought to you by Spain's Godly butt)
As I was finishing up my practice, I heard something come through the forest. Without hesitating, or thinking, I threw my knife towards the sound. It was only Jeff. Luckily, he dodged and it only scratched him. " WHAT THE HELL?!" He yelled at me.
"It's a habit. You ready to get your ass kicked." I smirked at him.
"You are the one that's going to lose. So you better just quit while you still have a chance. I wouldn't want to hurt your pride."
"We'll see about that."
(Timeskip brought to you by Grell's beautiful red hair)
"HOW?! HOW DID YOU BEAT ME?!" Jeff screamed.
"I told you. You can't beat me." I smiled. "No hard feelings though, right? It was fun. You are great opponent. Don't beat yourself up." I held my hand out to him, being the nice person that I am. I may be a killer, but that doesn't mean that I have lost all emotion. He grabbed my hand and I helped him off the ground as he gave me a slight smile.
"You're not bad. Good game." With that being said we walked back to the mansion for some lunch.
*A/N: HELLO POTATOES! I know, people hate slow updates, but in my defense I do work. That's why it's so slow. Anyway's thank you so much for reading this. I honestly cannot believe that I have almost hit 200 views. Like, woah. Thank you and I will see all you dudes in the next video! Oops wrong thing. LOL. Bye!*
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