"-and then I was shot in the chest like four times. Right there on stage." Pren explained. He was currently sat in a dumpster with Rag, it was about 4 am on a Saturday night or I guess you could say a Sunday morning. Rag and Pren had been talking for hours about their deaths and their lives. What had happened to them and the time they were living in. "Oh wow, was it painful?" Rag asked. "Well being shot isn't like how it is in the movies, you don't feel like immediate unbearable pain. It's more of a sharp burning sensation. It kind of puts you into shock." Pren replied, it was as if being shot wasn't even a big deal to him,though that does make sense since he has actually been shot. "So what was your death like?" Pren continued. "Well I was in a cult so I was going to be sacrificed at the end of the year anyway so my death wasn't that bad. We were caught by the police and we were all hung drawn and quartered. Being hung feels weird, it's like something is building up in the back of your throat." Rag explained. Suddenly there was a loud thud. Rag peaked over the edge of the dumpster and whined. "Ew..." Rag whispered. "What? What is it?" Pren looked over the dumpster as well and what layed on the ground in front of them was a single arm. "Oh jesus..." Pren said in slight disgust.
Pren hopped out of the dumpster and took a closer look at each arm. Rag found it pretty gross that Pren wanted to go so close to this random arm. "Where did it come from? And why??" Pren asked while closely inspecting the arm. "Have you not heard? A bunch of body parts have been falling from the sky recently. Well some people say they have been falling from rooftops." Rag responded. Rag made his way out of the dumpster as well but kept himself pressed up against a wall not wanting to be near the bloody and scratched up arm. "Hold on..." Pren said while picking up the arm. He kept looking at a bracelet that was still on the arm. It was like a small friendship bracelet. Though it used to be white it was now stained with blood. "Oh shit! No way, this is Yellow's bracelet!" Pren seemed very excited by this but Rag just thought he had gone very badly colour blind since nothing on the arm or even the arm itself was yellow. "Pren, that's not yellow..." Rag felt sort of bad for having to tell Pren that. "Well yeah I know that but I think this arm belongs to my old friend, Yellow." Pren explained. "Who calls their child "Yellow"...?" Rag whispered. Pren chuckled "Who calls their child "Rag"?" Pren dropped the arm and a look of dread started to spread across his face.
"Pren... are you okay?" Rag spluttered. "Mmh... yeah, I think. It's nice to find my old friends arm but... it's just an arm. Where's the rest of her?" Pren looked up at the sky wondering if these body parts were falling from heaven for some inexplicable reason. "Hm... I don't w-want to find out." Rag whimpered. "Well I do, and you're coming with me!" Pren drilled excitedly and looked at Rag's terrified face. "M-me?? Why me? Why don't you go with Zero orrr maybe Flake?" Rag really hoped Pren would consider someone else because werix would probably kill him if he left. "I mean... Zero is kind of a dad now and he has a human baby so I don't want to get in the way of that... and flake is just... well a massive asshole. So I've made up my mind, you're coming with me!" Pren happily smiled at Rag and ruffled his surprisingly fine hair. "W-was that the hand you used to touch the arm?" Rag whimpered. "I touched it with both hands on think." Pren replied. Rag deeply sighed "ew."
Earlier that day, back at the family house of dysfunctional nightmares Zero had arranged for some family time. Well family time was basically keeping everyone in the same room without and fights breaking out. Zero had given everyone some tea even though most of them didn't really like to eat or drink. Zero was sat in his favourite chair while the others (ilo, check, jenny and mandin) were sort of crammed onto the couch. But for some odd reason Zero put his trust into Flake and let him sit on the floor with Blueberry. Flake was trusted to sort of entertain blueberry, and to his surprise he was doing a good job. "I hope you get hit by a truck." Flake snarled. Blueberry giggled and clapped her hands. "I despise you, I want you to die. I'll kill your whole family." Flake growled. Blueberry once again giggled and reached out for flakes face. Flake moved his head back not wanting gross little baby hands on his face. "I don't think she understands mortality yet, Flake." Check chuckled. Flake mumbled some incoherent insult. "What was that, dear?" Check giggled. "I said; go sit on a dick you Insufferable asshole." Flake snapped. "Flake!" Zero sternly said "no naughty words around blueberry."
Flake rolled his eyes and continued to threaten blueberry while she giggled and smiled. "Speaking of people who sit on dicks, how do checks lips taste, ilo?" Flake grinned. Zero put his head in his hands not even bothering to tell flake not to say bad words. "Oh g-god--" ilo blushed and felt embarrassment run through him. "Why are you asking, do you want a taste?" Check smirked. "Wh- n-no! T-that's gay! I'm not gay!" Flake spluttered. Ilo felt a little bit of relief having Check here to stand up for him. "I'm not the one who wants a taste, it's ilo b-because- he likes to- shit uhh.." flake takes a moment to think of an insult as Check happily watches him struggle. "Aha! I'm not the one who wants a taste, ilo is the one who wants a taste of you c-!" flake was immediately cut off by Zero "-woah woah woah, no thank you, can we please not say that word around blueberry." Zero stated, he had sort of gone into into a nervous state of wanting to be a good father and wanting the others to still be able to interact with blueberry. The room was silent for a moment before finally someone broke the silence. "So..." mandin started "are you two actually dating or was that a one time thing...?" Mandin nervously asked. Check thought for a moment. "Hm... no comment." Check replied. Ilo just sort of shrugged.
