Ask A Number And My OCs Will Answer

Ask a number and my OCs will answer

I HAVE FULL FAITH IN YOU

YES I LOVE THIS THANK YOU QUEEN.

LET'S HOPE IT'S SUCCESSFUL THIS TIME!

Vanelope, glaring at the giant wall of Party City costumes: the glorification of witches is outrageous! None of us would ever wear such things and the fact that the companies slander what my mother gave her life for is atrocious!

Siren, walking out of the dressing room in a skimpy witch costume and hat: Uh... Should I change?

my brain developing plot lines and multidimensional characters while im busy at work:

my brain as soon as im at home with loads of free time, empty notebooks, and multiple writing programs at my disposal:

Brain: WANT WRITE

me: okay what do we write?

Brain: NO IDEA ONLY WRITE

me: i need something to write about, brain. How about the fanfic

Brain: NO

me: ooookay, something about the ocs then?

Brain: NO

me: then what?

Brain: ....WANT WRITE

Quincy: I see you found some poor soul to love you.

Lilith: Go away, Adam.

Quincy: What'd you do? Bribe him? Sprinkle a little demon magic on him?

Lilith: No, I didn't.

Quincy: You must've done something.

Lilith: He decided that he loved me, what's so hard to accept?

Quincy: That you, the real you, would be able to make even a dumb fucking human want you. Unless, he doesn't know who you really are.

Lilith: I said go away.

Quincy: Ah, there it is. He still thinks you're some abused little orphan girl, doesnt he? Enjoy his love while you have it, Snake.