(This is a little short story that I can't put anywhere else, and I added a small lil' art thing okay)

Oberon opened her front door, fairly tired from a long day of school. She hadn't even taken her dog out when she saw Cassandra standing in the living room, holding a dude by the collar of his shirt. She had a bloody knife in hand and she was splattered in blood. Oberon shut the door, and Cassandra stopped what she was doing. She looked over at Oberon with a poker face.

"Cassandra," Oberon said, "What the actual fuck." Cassandra let go of the body, it falling to the floor. Cassandra put her arms at her sides, knife still in hand.

"I'm sorry, 'n' ashamed for mah actions." Cassandra muttered. Oberon just rolled her eyes, sighed and left the room, for her room upstairs.

"I'm not cleaning that up!" Oberon yelled from her room.

"But-!"

"NO BUTS GET THAT OUT OF THE HOUSE BEFORE MY PARENTS AND BROTHER GET HOME!"

Cassandra huffed.

"AND CLEAN UP TOO!"

"Fine. . ."