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Cande's Arrival to Ambrose Final Part~

Candelaria awkwardly stood with her arm raised so as not to let any gross flesh drop on the floor. She was next to Lester, who had a mutual feeling in front of his brother. "... So that's what happened." Bo, squinting his eyes, slowly nodded. "Right." Cande's chest raised as she spoke, "Look, it wasn't his fault-" Lester placed a grateful hand on Cande's more clean shoulder, "Hey, you don't have to take the blame." Cande snorted, "I'm not, it's their fault." She pointed with her thumb to the two outside the station. They were obviously judging the town while trying to not make eye contact with the people inside. Michael noticed Cande and walked over, Jennifer tagging along, "We shouldn't be here long, just give us a tire." 

With a nod, Bo grinned, "Of course! Just after we get yor friend here a shower." Jennifer quietly scoffed and looked away, mumbling to herself. "I'm sorry, what you say?" The blonde's head snapped up, "Wha-" "What. Did. You. Say?" Cande turned to the other woman, smiling. "Were you saying something to Bo or?" The question made Jennifer's stomach turn, but she simply looked away. "No, don't worry about it- it's nothing." Cande nodded along with her words, then turned back to Bo and asked for the much-needed shower. However, Bo noticed her eyes slyly glancing at the snacks behind him. "You can get some after." He chuckled, directing towards the snacks with his head.

Lester made the excuse of needing to get back to his house. The brown-eyed girl seemed to be the only one openly upset in response----" Hope to see ya again, Lester!" Cande happily waved behind her while walking with the group. Silently agreeing with the rest to ignore Michael's struggle up the hill. "You go up this every day just to get home?" "Obviously, skinny boy! I always said you should work out a little more, babes." Cande gave a pity laugh and turned to Bo. "So, Mr. Mechanic, I noticed that cute little wax house over there and..." Bo raised a brow and hummed. "Also noticed the Out-of-Order sign...you think I could get in there for just a bit? A little, tiny bit?" The man's snort got quickly interrupted. "Actually!" Jennifer gave a big sigh and a fake frown, "I don't think we have time for that!" "Well, I was asking for me so-" Bo cleared his throat and shook his head, "I actually recommend checking it out. It was very popular back in its day." As the male began a story, Michael's eyes wandered. His curiosity quickly turned to fear when he saw something move behind the House of Wax. "The hell?" Jennifer's confused brows got noticed by the now nervous Michael, who shook his head. "It's nothing." 

After receiving directions, Cande made her way to the shower. Taking a few slow steps to see bits of the house more. "Neutral feeling- but I won't judge."----Jennifer sighed and hummed, "I guess I'll check out the...' House of Wax', come on." She turned towards the said building, begrudgingly waving off Michael's decline. "Actually... I'm going to get our tire- and she's gone." Bo sucked in a breath of air and grinned at the other, seemingly grinding his teeth, "Come on." The mechanic walked a little faster than the ginger, almost ready for something. Michael quietly walked behind him, cautiously staring at the back of Bo's head. It was as if the walk got longer as the two got closer to the station. Yet when Bo turned to see Michael, he gave him the sweetest wink. "You first." The happy male held the door open for Michael, who gave a quick nod back and took a long step into the station. His mind was overthinking. He swallowed the spit contained in his mouth, walking more into the building before turning around. 

Numb. Michael's shoulders were raised with his elbows pressed instinctively tight against his sides. His mouth was agape as he stared into the other male's face. That sweet smile. Then his head snapped down. It was a screwdriver. Michael didn't see Bo carefully pull out a screwdriver behind him. Nor did he hear his heavy steps. His lightly colored shirt was now drenched red. The screwdriver penetrated his lower stomach. Then finally his mind caught up with his shaking body. Michael grabbed on Bo's wrist. "Oh, shit! Yer alright?" Bo's cackle made Michael's knees weak. The taller male let go of the tool, and Michael's body collapsed. The blood spilled faster and Bo bit his tongue. Attempting to control the growing smile. "Oh, don't think I'm done with ya, hahaha!!" 

Michael yelled as Bo kneeled and ripped the rusty screwdriver out of him. But before the male could stab Michael again, the male raised a foot and kicked Bo in his groin repeatedly. With Bo falling back out of pain and shock. The wounded man took a chance. He scrambled up from the bloody floor. His goal was to the front door, but Bo got back up too quickly. In a panic, Michael spinned on his heel and ran deeper into the station. With a killer on his tail. His feet continuously pushed off the ground from pure adrenaline. There was no opening for Michael to leave the station. So he ran down a set of stairs leading to a room. His body slammed into the wall in front of him. But he ignored the growing pain and sprinted to the door. Away from the killer. Michael dashed from back corner to back corner. Realizing that he cornered himself. His head snapped to the only opening, then his stomach dropped. That sickening laugh. Bo was slowly closing the door. Practically teasing the other male. When said male attempted to stomp over to the door. It was too late. The sound of locks clicking could be heard. Trapped. And he couldn't run anymore. Michael used a baby chair - that weirdly stood in the middle of the room - for support. He attempted to keep standing tall. To find the strength to keep fighting. Yet his feet couldn't put on a fight anymore. And he fell into the chair, finally passing out from blood lost. 

Clacking came from Jennifer's short-heel boots, her phone was held in her left hand. "Who the fuck are these people...?" She continued walking pass and around the statues. Poking and rubbing everything with a judging expression. "Ew, and old fashion? I'm sorry, Tracey or whatever your name is. But this ain't it." Jennifer turned from one of the statues and took a picture with it. The young girl shook her head and continued forward into the kitchen, leaning over the sink. With a quick text to the other female in the town, she laughed. "Camera roll, going to be empty as hell." Bump. She swiftly turned to the sound. It came from the room she was formerly in. Her chest burned with fear as she stared at the doorless entryway. "Cande? That better be you, I swear to God. Stop playing." Taking small, quiet steps, Jennifer slowly got closer and closer to where the noise came from. 

It came so quickly. The moment her body came into view of the doorway, a tall masked man came rushing towards. Her eyes didn't have time to focus on the male. Only being able to take in the features of the mask. When he stabbed one of his knives up her jaw. The weapon could be seen from her gaping lips. Jennifer's phone fell onto the ground, making a loud crack. Followed by her repeated coughs. The unknown man stared at her for the longest moment of her life. Making sure she's looking right back. Then tore the knife from her figure. And watched her fall back. Jennifer's eyes were blown wide as she looked at the ceiling. Her blood slowly flowed out of her torn neck. The coughs getting softer and dryer. Until they stopped. 

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"Woo! When I tell you I needed that long ass shower." Cande took her time in the body mirror she found and checked herself out. She had a black sports bra, short jean shirt, and her now clean cowgirl boots. "Cuz you can't outdo, the mother fucking doer" She bent her knees a bit and began twerking. "Ay! Ay! Ay! Okay now I gotta see where these bitches went." She walked out of the room she wandered in after her shower. Only now did she check her phone and notice the message from Jennifer. "Eh, I'ma still check it out. It looked so cute on the outside!" Typing the words she spoke and walking out the front door, something made her froze. Something wasn't right. 

She slowly continued walking before making an abrupt stop. Bo was in front of her. "Mmm, boy, you acting a little weird. Why you standing like that?" The man didn't respond to her. But she knew. Immediately, Bo began chasing her through the town. It was a losing game. He was bigger and faster than Cande. But she wouldn't be something so easy. With a quick thanks to being in track once, Cande hopped fence over fence. In hope to slow Bo down in any way. She slid a bit on the grass, her body met with the ground. Oh. Hell. No. She pulled on the grass and ran straight to the house of the yard she was in. Bo slid the same way as her as she continued on. Cande pressed her body against the door as she opened it. She kicked the door closed and sprinted to find the front door. Bo was back onto her tail. 

The plan in her mind was working. Putting anything in the way between her and the threat. Her body began to ache, yet she kept moving forward. Her eyes flickered to the House of Wax. She sprinted towards it. The doors of the building rattled as she barged in. Her irises dashed around the room, looking for where to run next. "Hey!!" Cande flinched as she heard Bo behind her. "Fuck!" The girl felt the wind of Bo's hand reaching for her. She quickly ducked and slid to a wax figure. Kicking it towards Bo as a distraction. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. While the statue did get in the male's way, even tripping him. Bo pulled the screwdriver out of one of his pockets. And stabbed one of Cande's calves as she turned. A rough groan came from the woman's throat.

But she kept going. Cande pushed her unharmed leg towards the kitchen. Dragging the wounded leg along. Using the wall for support, she limped through another doorway and fell down the set of stairs in front of her. The groan she made, while pulling herself back up, caught the attention of a masked man. Who was in the middle of turning the lifeless blonde into a wax statue. Before the male could grab his weapons, he was interrupted by Cande's reaction. "Yes!! Get that hoe! Cuz she fucking deserves it! Ugh." Cande winced at the pain catching up with her. Silence. The man was frozen in shock by her words. With a few pants, Cande glanced behind her and noticed Bo standing there in shock as well. Instead of taking a step back- as she wished -Cande fell onto her bottom with a grunt. Quickly raising her hands up in defense, she made an offer. "Listen, you can kill me right after. I promise!" She licked her dry lips before continuing. "Let me watch you kill the rest. At the camp! There's a camp where Lester picked us up. Just let me see those fake ass bitches get what they deserve..."

Both of Bo's and Cande's pants were in sync as they stared at each other. He then turned to the other killer, who was just as confused as him. The mechanic exhaled before taking a step towards the Latina. "I got a better idea..." Bo took a few more steps and crouched down. Cande curled her fist, bending her healthy knee. Ready to move away if needed. "I'll go kill those fuckers for ya. If you-" Bo jabbed Cande's chest. "Work for me." Cande sucked in a breath and gave a quick nod in response. She held eye contact with the man for as long as she could. Before falling onto her side, and passing out. 

~~~Final Part; Completed

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Cande's Arrival(Part One)

The van rocked a bit over the dirt road, practically steaming from the hot sun, and the only reason why Cande didn't mention the sour stench was because she was too nice. Wait is that the name ‘Rodrick’ markered on the roof. Who signs their own car? This road trip was definitely gonna be an adventure, which she guesses she couldn't complain about since it's technically what she asked for. But adventures(road trips included) are supposed to be with friends, or at least, real friends. Not the ones you occasionally chat with in class and here them fail to whisper rude lies about you. 

Cande cleared her throat and shook her head. Nope. No shitty thoughts today. Going to hot-ass place so Candelaria's gonna have a hot-girl time- "Hey, Courtney?" The Latina's head shot up to the speaker and hummed with a smile. "What's up, girlie?" The girl in the passenger seat pressed her elbow in the armrest and turned her head to eye Courtney up and down. "Are you sure wearing a cowgirl hat and boots was needed? The road trip is just for a week, and it'll mostly be us instead of a bunch of country people." Cande immediately let out a very offended gasp and placed a hand over her heart. Then another voice added from behind her in the last row, “I mean, she’s not wrong, CeCe.” Cande turned and leaned against the armrest while snapping her fingers at the boy behind her. “Well, I’m sorry, greasy cardigan, but I dress in style wherever I go. If I’m going to Louisiana, you better bet the ass cheek you’re currently sitting on, I’m gonna wear this cute ass hat and boots.” She winks and repositioned herself back in her seat. The girl who originally started the convo snorted and looked forward. Making Cande roll her eyes and lean down, coming back up with her half-drunken cup of water(which she silently thanks herself for asking to go to sonic before the roadtrip). She shook the cup and side-eyed the male behind her, who was glaring at her out of embarrassment. 

A loud whistle came from the driver, “We just got an hour left on us. If I knew it’d take us this long, I’d clean my van!” The woman beside him smacked her lips, “If I’d known you’d actually pass that final test, I wouldn’t have bet Courtney on it. Damnit, Rodrick.” Cue the said women fanning herself with the 2 dollars she was given. “I know everything, you’ll know sooner or later, Jennifer~” The man on Cande’s left, Michael, was gonna playfully take the two bucks only for Cande to lay half her body on the poor soul on her right, Sanders. “Boy, you ‘bout to get popped!-” 

Suddenly, Cande’s body flew onto Michael’s. The two in the front yelled. Rodrick leaned his body as he steered in hope to control the van. But unfortunately, it made matters worse. The car began spinning onto the grass. Cande tightly held onto Michael’s chest while he used his arm to hold her form. “Rodrick, hit the fucking breaks!” Jennifer yelled with shut eyes while gripping the ceiling handle. She used the seatbelt across her chest for support - holding her breath for what seemed like minutes more before exhaling. The car finally came to a stop near a bush. One of the front wheels clearly were causing the problem. As the car was now slanted.  

Paused. Everything was paused. Cande was still halfway on Michael’s lap, Jennifer having the deadliest grip on the ceiling handle, Rodrick gripping the steering wheel with his head against it. All in all, there wasn’t a single person in that car who wasn’t breathing heavily and trying to piece their thoughts about together. Sanders swallowed the spit that he gained from the crash and took a second to look around. “Is anyone hurt?” Rodrick snapped towards Sanders, “Look around dude, obviously the van is hurt!” The remark made Cande raise a brow, “Boy, fuck your crooked van, who sign a van with their name?” The blonde finally let go of the ceiling handle and stretched her neck towards Cande, “You got a smart. ass. mouth. Courtney.” Cande then got off of Michael’s lap- only staying in place because Michael kept his arm over her -”Who the hell are you bucking your neck at, Jennifer?” The slanted van began shaking from the growing argument. 

Luckily, it was noticeable enough for a man in an old, rusty truck driving by. 

“What the-...” The man stopped his truck and stared at the vehicle for a moment. He kept his eyes on the van while pulling out his phone, taking a picture before texting someone. ‘(Sent Photo) got a big one for you today Bo’ The man got a response almost instantly. ‘Ill be ready when u come Lester’ He nodded to the messages before dropping his phone in the passenger seat. Quickly getting himself ready, Lester got out of his truck and made his way over to the van. 

“Guys, please-” “Shut the fuck up, Sanders!...wait, what the hell?” Rodrick looked to the side of the van where a loud banging was coming from. “Hey!” Everyone stopped, staying in where positions for a few counted seconds. Then Cande slid the van door open, revealing a noticeable short male holding his hat in his hands. “Aw.” “Courtney, what the fuck?” “Shut up, he’s cute!” The Latina kept Michael’s head under her arm before nodding at the man. “What’s up?” She held a kind smile at him while the man at behind her gave judging eyes. “Well, I noticed y’all were in sum…trouble?” Jennifer, sitting backwards in her seat, leaned back to look out her window. “That your truck out there…?” She didn’t look back at the male when he laughed. “Yup, that there’s mine. Y-you can call me Lester.” Cande finally gave Michael mercy and reached over her seat to grab one of the male’s hand and shake it. “Nice to meet ya, Lester! You can call me Courtney. The one that was finna get choked is Michael.” She pointed at the driver and lady beside him. “Rodrick, Jennifer…” Pointed at the male in the back seats then the one behind Michael. “Cael and Sanders.” Lester raised his brows with a smile, “Six of y’all? Wow. Well…there’s a small lil town not too far from ‘ere. Can git’in my truck and get you guys there. Get’ye what you need.” There was an awkward silence after Lester spoke. Rodrick gripping on the steering wheel and attempting to look at the damage on the van. 

Jennifer slowly turned to Lester, “Can you check the van? Something happened and took us off the road.” The brunette cleared his throat and walked to the front of the car, “If ya’d like.” And immediately sucked in his breath, shaking his head. “She ain’t lookin too pretty. Tire got a big ol’ rip. My brother can fix it.” And that was all Cande needed. She climbed out of the van and hopped onto the ground. “Well, that was all this little lady needed to hear! I know at least one of you guys is coming with us?” The other woman only gave Cande a silent glare while Michael shyly shrugged and crawled out the van. “Guess it’s just us two-!” “Wrong.” Jennifer opened her door, making Rodrick look at her. “Babe-” Her glare made him quiet, “I’m going.” 

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Lester awkwardly laughed in the silence of his car. Cande was next to him comfortably, watching the outside, with Michael next to the door. Unwillingly, having a certain blonde sit on him. “No need to be quiet, babe! We all know each other's names now!” The man shifted his hat on his head and smiled, “Just trying to get to the pit, then to the town.” Cande nodded and looked at an object that shined in Lester’s pocket. “From what I remember when I was a kid, my dad hunted animals for fun. Is that a hunting knife?” Lester glanced at Cande twice before pulling the knife out and stabbing it into the hood. “It sure is!” Cande only got to ‘ooo’ at the knife before Jennifer interrupted the short convo. “What the hell is that smell?” Cande was about to retort but sniffed the air, scrunching her face. “Think we near the pit! I wanna see it!” 

“Eww…” Cande leaned over the pit, raising a brow, “That is so gross….I love it!” She pulled out her phone and took multiple pictures. The way she leaned over for a better angle was perfect for a person beside her. Michael silently stared as the whole scene unfolded. In one swift motion, Cande was pushed into the pit the same second Lester threw half of a deer in it. Cande shrieked, falling on her side and hitting her head on the deer head that went with her. 

“Bahahahahaha!!” Jennifer hunched over herself while holding her stomach. Tears coming out her eyes are she laughed loudly. “Hoho- haha! Holy shit!” Michael glared at Jennifer before turning to Cande. He reached his hand towards Cande, wanting to help- but pulled his hand back to his chest in disgust. All while Lester was in pure shock. Only getting back to his senses after seeing Michael move from Cande. “Here, let me help ya. Let me help!” He carefully stepped over a few limbs and grabbed Cande under her arms. Then lifting her out of the pit and onto the cleaner ground. 

Cande was busy throwing chunks of meat off her, while Lester turned to the ones standing. “What, country boy? We were just having fun!” Lester shook his head. “You know yer wrong-” “And?” “And, y’all are stayin’ in the bed of my’truck. While Courtney stays inside.” Jennifer opened her mouth to complain, but simply blew the hair out of her face. The girl loudly cleared her throat and stomped into the back of the truck. Her hands stayed close against her sides as she looked at what she could deem touchable. Jennifer held on the side of the truck, grumbling to herself. 

“You ight there?” Lester was crouched down in front of the Latina. He helped take another piece of flesh off Cande as she spoke. “Currently wishing death on that hoe but yuh. I’m fine.” She stood up and patted her short-shorts before looking at the male. “Guessing ya don’t got a shower in your truck?” Lester scratched the back of his head and stood. “My brother could help you with that.” The two walked back to the truck and got inside. Lester watched Michael through the review mirror. As Michael got in the back, his started his truck. Ready for the road again. 

It was silent again in the truck. Cande busy picking blood from her nails; and Lester was looking at her. Slowly up and down. “Your brother seems awesome, never told me his name…” She smiled with her eyes as they made contact with the male. “Oh, you can go all call him Bo.” Cande grinned, “Bo.” “He’ll let ya take a shower.” Cande sighed, “Hell yes! Really loving you both right now!” Lester laughed and looked towards the road. He felt a small bit of guilt. But quickly shoved it down. “Hey, I totally gotta get your number!” Cande unlocked her phone, then turned to Lester. “O-oh…I, I don’t have a phone for ya number.” The girl went paused, taking in the response before accepting it. “Well then I’ll just come by when I come by.” Lester gave a stiff nod and straighten himself in his seat. “Yeah.” 

~~~~~~~~ Part One; Completed.

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Ilya Ginoviev Backstory

Zarya Ginovieva was born in St. Petersburg, Russia, on a cold winter night, barely after the clock had struck midnight on December 26th, 1996. 

Her parents never really wanted a second child, they already had a first born son, Vadim Ginoviev, only 5 years earlier. Zarya had been unplanned, and unwanted, the second her parents knew she was a girl. 

Nevertheless, Zarya was always an overachiever. Always striving for more, to be bigger and better, while also keeping quiet and to herself as much as possible. It was the only way she knew how to keep her parents proud, or at the very least, not comparing her to her older brother. 

As she grew, she realized that femininity wasn't something she strictly aligned to, but neither was masculinity. She grew beautiful long hair and a tall, muscular frame. 

She even grew taller than her own older brother, who teased her out of jealousy, "Zarya is a girl's name, you're nothing like a girl, I'll call you Ilya instead"

Vadim had no idea that his younger sibling wasn't opposed to the idea, in fact, they rather liked the name.

Ilya kept quiet, and adopted the name as their own, it felt better, more suitable, and big brother had chosen it.

While Vadim was always jealous of Ilya's physique and intelligence, Ilya always looked at their big brother as a role model. Their parents were always pestering Vadim to become a doctor, so he went to university to become one, only to fail exam after exam, postponing his graduation date every year.

Ilya always knew they wanted to help people, they wanted to be useful, and their nurturing nature led them to try and go to med school as well. Their parents wanted them to be a nurse, but Ilya went for more. They became a Medic and a General Surgeon by the age of 25.

Vadim was fuming, he was surpassed by his own baby sibling, he was supposed to be the head of the family, but he was a failure, and Ilya was perfect. Their parents even started to treat Ilya with more respect than him, and started to compare him to them: "Why aren't you more like your sister?" It enraged him. So he decided it was time for payback.

War had broken out between Russia and a neighboring slavic country, and people were being drafted. Vadim took this as an opportunity, and enlisted Ilya as a combat medic, without telling anybody about it.

One morning, the military came knocking on the family's door, and took Ilya away without word or warning.

Vadim proceeded to lie to their parents, saying that Ilya had been arrested for treason, and sentenced to death by the Russian government. Their parents were devastated, but knew better than to question their rulers, Ilya had always been the odd one out, and nowadays, even voicing your opinion on the streets could get you arrested. Vadim's plan went just how he wanted it. He knew Ilya would never want to take part in the battlefield anyway, and would eventually either get killed in battle or by the government because of Ilya's lack of cooperation.

But Ilya was no fool.

They were deeply hurt and disappointed at what their brother had done, he betrayed them, sent them to die in the trenches. But Ilya did their best to survive.

After combat and firearm training was over, Ilya was sent to the front, Russian soldiers were dropping like flies and there weren't enough medics around. Ilya hated to be there, they wanted to help everyday people, families. Not the corrupt government that sent poor soldiers to die every day.

They have had enough, enough of the sounds, smells and sights of war. They didn't want to kill another human being, even if it was in self defense, any more.

They fled, and became a deserter in self-exile.

When they got to cross the Russian border, they took the first plane available which happened to be destined for the state of Louisiana, USA.

With nothing other than their military gear and backpack, Ilya boarded the plane and decided to never look back.

They had no home anymore. But they were set on finding a place where they could grow roots, a place where they would finally feel peace.

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maybe some goblincore/gremlincore dividers? if requests r still open!

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Forest themed dividers

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Cloud Dividers - Part 1

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Could you perhaps make skeleton themed dividers?

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alright. !

could you do red and black dividers relating to teeth, anatomical hearts, and skulls. ? your goth set is beautiful but, doesn't have quite what i'm looking for.

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Hello I’m absolutely in love with your blog!! I saw your requests were and was wondering if you have any line dividers with the color #1f4c3b? If your don’t could you make some? Ps - keep up the great work👍❤️

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Ivy Dividers

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Candles Dividers

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sunset dividers (dark colors)

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Percy laughs. "Now THAT certainly sounds like Bo. Then again when he almost ran me over he was apparently on his way back from the grocery store one town over. On late nights when he was creep through my window, he found I wasn't eating as much and just about clutched his southern pearls. He made me a three course meal and asked me how I was coming along in my book.

Chris had just finished baking a big batch of Argentine style empanadas when he finally remembered to check his phone again.

The victims had been taken care of, and now it was time for dinner with Bo.

Vincent and Cande where in the wax museum basement, him doing his job, her being nosy and talking to him non-stop.

Chris set the empanadas down on the table and Bo just went at them, it was a big group, but most of them ended up poisoned by Chris, one knocked out by Cande, and two more by Bo.

They were mostly tired from moving the bodies around more than anything else.

Chris started reading Percy's e-mail and his eyes went wide, and almost chocked on the empanada he was munching on.

"Woah, you okay, darlin'?" Bo asked, giving Chris a few harsh pats on his back to help him get the food out of his lungs.

"Yeah I am- *coughs* I'm okay" he answered, Bo gave him a warm smile before continuing to down more empanadas like they were little Hershey's Kisses.

Chris just gave a chuckle and shook his head while he wrote an answer for his inter-dimensional friend.

A three course meal??! That's something! In the days I spent tied to the chair he was always hand feeding me, tho it was always PB&J or ham and cheese sandwiches, and water or orange juice.

Other than that he was extremely nice most of the time, I still don't understand why he didn't just kill me after the first night, and as much as I wanted him to, I'm kinda glad he didn't.

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As promised, here are some cursed/funny images with the Sinclair bros!

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A gorgeous fluffy ginger Cat sits on top of Chris's bar counter with a scroll attached to his collar. The scroll reads as follows.

"Hi! I'm Macavity. I'm Percy's cat and I'm here to deliver that recipe!"

It then lists the recipe.

Chris comes back from the backrooms with a couple of poisoned beers for some of the visitors that decided to get a drink.

Once he handed out the beers, he turned and was delighted to see the ball of ginger fur, and reaches out for the scroll as he gives Macavity some well deserved chin scratches before sending him on his way.

He smiles and puts the recipe in the back pocket on his jeans, and notices he has an unread e-mail from Percy on his phone.

Just then, he notices the visitors start to drop like flies, "Shit, the cyanide's kickin' in already..."

He'd have to check on that e-mail later.

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