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mmm yes some tea now drink that tea and protect it with all your life, wicked_night is confusing to make, and since she has a strange desire that i wont let out, wicked_night is the only OC that i find to be a successful stranger then the rest. 

Note: Wicked_Night's personality is a strain to take in. Since it's twice of different personalities, her desires are mixed. It could be anything, emotions, love, or even the feeling to be human again. Name anything and it could be her desire for a while. It doesn't take long for Wicked_Night to suddenly gain an interest in something. She just want's to find somehow to go somewhere to find something to change anything. Though, this desire and such can easily be changed quickly. 

all characters credit

- Munificent_Day/Wicked_Night belongs to me (sl0w3d)

- Chaotic_Day belongs to QuiteFeral

- Clumsy_Day belongs to H0nk_H0nk

- Distant_Night belongs to me (@sl0w3d)

please give them the proper credit they deserve, thank you. even if they are only mentioned in a few sentences or words, they need more recongition. none of the ocs that have my user not on it or identified, then give them enough love. only munificent/wicked and distant belong to me. 

thanks for reading me <3

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Humming silently, Wicked_Night sipped her tea as she watched Distant, Clumsy, and Chaotic casually walk through the streets. Narrowing her eyes as they locked on the small bag Distant wore, she carefully threw her tea-cup away. Standing up, Wicked looked away from the third person party that walked away.

Heading back to her home, she knelt down through the tape and such; nailed on wood, police tape, and other objects that blocked the way of her humble dome. 

Touching the walls that were coated with the sickening dust and left-over substances that stained the wall paper. Wicked_Night sighed, knowing that if she came back as Munificent, things would grow suspicious. She didn't want things to grow suspicious, what happens if they grow to big to become suspicious?

Worrying even more, the hasty wind of the broken fan blew Wicked in the face. The lights that grew underneath the wooden planks, Wick rubbed the back of her head before looking around. Making sure no one is around to spot her, she opened the trap-door and turned off the fan, bringing it down with her. Bringing over the boxes and soft illusions to confuse any movers or anyone to come into her household covered the trapdoor.