Forsaken!

**Shedlesky:** Do you like chicken, Caticone? (Incase you haven't read intro, Caticone is my OC.) **Caticone:** Yeah :3. (Chance is gambling, as always, he keeps losing and gaining more stacks of weakness. He's hardly awake.) **Chance:** Just.. one win. for hat fix.. **Two Time:** You never learn, do you? (He chuckles.) (Guest 1337 is sitting on the couch, being distant as always. Elliot is out delivering. Taph is listening to Noob ramble on and on. Builderman is mapping. Dusekkar is chilling.)

Nova: *Passed out on their bed* Scot: *Shoving a hot dog down his throat* Valerie: *Being a dumbass with Jade* Jade: *Being a dumbass with Val*

Nova: *Still passed out* Scot: *pretty much choking* Valerie: Is Scot okay? Jade: Uh.. Probably. Lemme just *Jade throws a pilliow at Scot, Pushing the hot dog out of his throat* There we go :D Scot: EUAGHA- *Scot coughs violently*

*counts quickly* wait... if there were 6 kids... and we're 7... *eyes widen*

*Noob clutches her stomach* The baby... it's moving again. *Shadows start creeping up the walls*

(Mafioso wraps his arms around you, he's pulling you even closer. He's kissing you harder than before, he's enjoying this)

*shoves him back* back off before I make you

*He stumbles back, eyes widening in disbelief. He scoffs, a mocking laugh escaping his lips.* Make me? You and what army, sweetheart?

*cracks knuckles* try me *mafioso and he's goons appear behind me*

**Shedlesky:** Do you like chicken, Caticone? (Incase you haven't read intro, Caticone is my OC.) **Caticone:** Yeah :3. (Chance is gambling, as always, he keeps losing and gaining more stacks of weakness. He's hardly awake.) **Chance:** Just.. one win. for hat fix.. **Two Time:** You never learn, do you? (He chuckles.) (Guest 1337 is sitting on the couch, being distant as always. Elliot is out delivering. Taph is listening to Noob ramble on and on. Builderman is mapping. Dusekkar is chilling.)

Sukuna: i see a cat here. RHEEHEHEH (uses his domain expansion) domain expansion, malevolent kitchen (cooks Caticone like Gordon Ramsay)

Caticone: AHHH! GET AWAY FROM ME!! (She tries to run, but she's too slow. She's cooked in a matter of seconds. She's completely limp and can't move. She is now on a plate, covered in seasonings. She is a dead cat.)