TAKE ONE

"Do you understand my point? By using your arachnophobia, I influenced you to get out of bed. Fear can be a good thi-" Logan started before getting cut off by a dark figure that rose up in a hurry.

The strange being wore a pitch black hoodie with its zipper completely undone. Under which, she wore a black fleece t-shirt with a collar that came up over the hoodie; the collar stretched upwards and ended just as her neck ended. Covering her legs from hip to ankle were plain black denim jeans that were tucked into black boots that reflected the shine from the light that snuck through the window.

Her face was littered with cuts and bruises. A dried, cracked crimson substance surrounded the slightly newer broken skin. Not only did the red look out of place on her skin anyway, it contrasted greatly against the pale tone that covered her body.

"Anx, winter is coming."

"GODDAMIT! You don't even watch Game Of Thrones!" Virgil complained.

"I'm sorry! Let's do the scene again."

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TAKE TWO

"Do you understand my point? By using your arachnophobia, I influenced you to get out of bed. Fear can be a good thi-" Logan started before getting cut off by a dark figure that rose up in a hurry.

The strange being came up with a cookie in hand, the rest stuffed in her face, "Um... I can explain." Her muffled voice tried to speak.

Patton doubled over laughing, "Oh dear..."

Logan sighed, "Let's try that again from the top."

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TAKE THREE

"Do you understand my point? By using your arachnophobia, I influenced you to get out of bed. Fear can be a good thi-" Logan started before getting cut off by a dark figure that rose up in a hurry.

The strange being wore a pitch black hoodie with its zipper completely undone. Under which, she wore a black fleece t-shirt with a collar that came up over the hoodie; the collar stretched upwards and ended just as her neck ended. Covering her legs from hip to ankle were plain black denim jeans that were tucked into black boots that reflected the shine from the light that snuck through the window.

Her face was littered with cuts and bruises. A dried, cracked crimson substance surrounded the slightly newer broken skin. Not only did the red look out of place on her skin anyway, it contrasted greatly against the pale tone that covered her body.

"Anx, he's coming. BECAUSE MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD!"

"AND THEY'RE LIKE, IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS!" Roman shouted, dancing along with the female.

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, "There is smoke, literally fuming from my ears. Fire, burning flames of furry."

"I think... We should try again later." Thomas piped up.

"That seems like a good idea kiddo." Patton nodded, agreeing with every word.