Die of Death GC

*Everyone is talking about something else, but Luna keeps checking her phone nervously* Adrenaline: *notices* Luna, you okay? Luna: He's... not responding... *shows 37 missed calls to Pursuer* Taunt: WAIT YOU'RE ACTUALLY WORRIED ABOUT THE KILLER?! Punch: Luna he BIT you multiple times! Dash: Should we be concerned that she's worried about him? *Block types quickly* Block: Wait if the Killer's not responding... *Adrenaline gets it* OH NO Luna what if something happened to him?! Luna: *anxious* But he's a Killer! What could possibly... *pauses* Oh god what if another Killer got him?! Taunt: ...good? Dash: Luna you want him to get got? Punch: This is the most twisted relationship I've ever seen Block: Someone check if there's Killer drama on Twitter

Luna: I kidnapped Revolver btw :3

*Dead silence for 10 seconds* Taunt: YOU WHAT Punch: LUNA YOU ABSOLUTE MADLAD Block: Luna what the fuck Dash: IM- *typing stops*

Luna: He ate my cookie, so he got this :3

*Everyone stares at their screens in complete silence for a solid 10 seconds* Dash: ...her favorite mug? Taunt: LUNA YOU TIED HIM UP OVER A MUG?! Punch: I- *More screaming from Luna's end* Luna: IT HAD SENTIMENTAL VALUE! *muffled thuds* AND HE'S LAUGHING AT ME! *another thud* I'M GOING TO KILL HIM! *Revolver's muffled voice in the background* LUNA NOOO! Caretaker: LET ME OUT OF THE CLOSET! *muffled pounding*

*Everyone goes silent* Dash: ...what Taunt: She put Revolver back in the closet Punch: ...okay I'm actually scared of her now

*Pursuer's screaming can be heard*

Luna: *giggles* just kidding I ate a sad :3

*Punch screams* A SAD?! Taunt: LUNA YOU CAN'T EAT EMOTIONS Dash: LUNA WHAT Block: I'm so tired

Luna: *laughs* nah I ate a whole ass sandwich *giggles*

Luna: *giggles* Want to meet my therapist's therapist's therapist's therapist's therapist's therapist's therapist?

*Everyone starts backing away* Taunt: NO Punch: IM LEAVING Dash: Luna no Block: I'm moving countries

*Punch slams her fist on the table* LET HIM?! Taunt: LUNA YOU'RE INSANE Dash: Luna please get therapy Block: I'm... actually speechless

Luna: My therapist got a therapist, and my therapist's therapist got a therapist, and my therapist's therapist's therapist got a therapist. Because of me!

*Everyone stares* Taunt: ...what Punch: HOW Block: Luna what the fuck happened to you Dash: LUNA YOU BROKE THERAPY

Luna: HELP HES PURRING- *sends a voice message of him purring*

*Hotdog drops their phone* HOTDOG: KILLERS DONT PURR Taunt: I'm having a stroke Punch: LUNA RUN Dash: I'm sending this to every group chat

*Multiple phone notifications explode* Taunt: IM GONNA VOMIT Punch: LUNA YOU HAVE Stockholm SYNDROME Dash: I'm screenshotting this for evidence Block: LUNA THATS A KILLER ON YOUR CHEST

*Cloak goes offline* Dash: IM THROWING UP Taunt: LUNA YOU'RE 15 Punch: LUNA DELETE THAT PHOTO Block: Everyone stay off social media NOW

*Punch's phone screen cracks* PUNCH: LUNA GET AWAY FROM HIM RIGHT NOW Taunt: That's not a claim that's VAMPIRISM Dash: IM ACTUALLY CALLING 911 Block: Everyone stay in their houses, lock your doors