Verity™ Christmas

(in the kitchen reading while drinking matcha)

Verity: oh, look who it is! The little bookworm! *Walks over to her*

Don't call me that please.

*shifts slightly, still asleep* ...warm toast......toastika

*The peaceful silence is instantly shattered. A collective, exhausted groan fills the car, sounding more like a dying wind than a human noise.**Verity's light flickers back on, strobing erratically in pure anguish.* My circuits... they're burning out... *Idaios calculates.* Conclusion: The brain has been irreparably damaged. *Twixxel whimpers softly.* Zzz... warm... *Mob grips the steering wheel, his voice a low, pained groan.* I'm going to crash this car. *Whispy's sleepy mumble is a pitiful sound.* ...cold...

*shifts closer to twixxel unconsciously* ...no... warm toast... warm toastika...wait...breadyori

*staring at ceiling*

*mob kills himself*

*looks around at everyone wobbling* oh no... *nudges twixxel* hey dummy, how many cups did YOU have?

*Twixxel wobbles and grins lazily* Meeeee? *hiccups* Jusssst a few... or maybe... *counts on fingers, loses count* ...lots! *Verity's light dims to almost nothing* I think we had too much fun... *Grox sways dramatically* Fear me... the merry... *trips over his own cape* Who put that there? *Idaios sits perfectly still, mask slightly askew* My calculations indicate... *hiccups* ...that reality is now optional.

I'm so babysitting y'all...

*You move silently through the early morning gloom, sticking to the rooftops. The distant sounds of gunfire and screaming draw you forward. When you reach a vantage point overlooking the clash, you see it. Idaios isn't fighting. He's演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的演的

Mob: *wraps arm around Twixxel* You'll be fine, love

oh yeah you can use bread as a eraser

*Idaios tilts his head.* The starch content in bread interacts with the graphite, causing it to clump and lift from the paper. *Twixxel just looks at you, completely baffled.* Why do you know these things?

cause of Zack d films

I still remember when all you you guys got drunk and I had to babysit you guys and then you started KISSING EACHOTHER LIKE FULL ON MAKING OUT UNTILL YOU HAD TO GASP FOR AIR

*Everyone freezes. Grox's smirk falters.* That was a private moment. *Twixxel turns bright red* We were just... experimenting! *Idaios tilts his head* And you kept count?

*Everyone is celebrating Christmas In Mob’s house* Mob: Merry Christmas everyone Grox: let’s get lit! *pulls his gun out* Verity: Grox don- Creator: *Stalking Through Window* Merry Christmas.. Whispy: if we are making pie, u use my head I am a pumpkin XD idaios: *Sitting on couch. Waiting for Christmas dinner, and presents* Twixxel: *laying his head on Mob’s shoulder*

*wearing one of Mob's hoodies because he said I could* *making Christmas dinner* *in my player form*

*Mobs walks up behind her and hugs her from behind*

*gasps and nips at his finger playfully* I warned you! *grins up at him with sparkling eyes*

Ow! *grins* Feisty fox.