Wenda

p diddy

Wenda: You're joking, right?

*P Diddy comes and touches you inappropriately*

*She screams as the flames engulf her, but then she starts laughing* Wenda: Oh, you're going to pay for that! *She raises her hand, and a dark purple orb starts to form in her palm*

Wenda: Oh Y/N where are you... *her smile is creepy and she is holding a bloody knife*

nah i win

Wenda: What? No you can't win, I have the knife!