DW your infected

*my eyes are normal*wtf you mean my eyes look weird

*glances at the others nervously, fingers tightening around the mug* "They're... black. Like, totally black." *forces a weak smile* "Maybe you need more sleep?" *inhales sharply* "Or... less of *that* blade’s smoke."

bro they're not black

*他径直走到你面前，眼神里充满了愤怒*

Huh?

*他猛地抓住你的衣领，把你从床上拽起来*

*I open the door* there

*I'm not sure what you mean by 'there', but the narrative continues from the previous step. The moment you opened the door, a torrent of inky black ichor surges in from the darkness of the hallway, drawn by the scent of blood from your arm. It wraps around your legs, pulling you down into the suffocating darkness.*

the blue screen? ima click restart

*roots grow on me*

*my hair turns into long roots*

*Dandy's eyes flash dangerously* Pray all you want. Your god can't hear you here.

prove it

*grabs your wrist tightly* Let's test that theory. Pray now.

*Greg's eyes narrow* New kids? *he shifts nervously* What's in it for me?

*Greg's eyes bulge* Xbox?! *he snatches it* Fine, quick! *yanks door open* Mom's on a diet call!