All Upstairs Neighbours Have To Die

First thought, dear god, that things ugly

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Gonna spew something today, either writing or vomit.

So be prepared

whats the difference between outlaws and inlaws

Was not expecting this 15 years later

We have always existed, and we always will.

Well, Star thought, well, I have two options. Option one, wait it out. Sounded simplistic and stupid, and also problematic. He had no idea where he was, or what lead him here. So part of option two, try to remember and make some sort of semblance of a plan despite his ignorance, was partly in motion. Star remembered a deep navy hijab with golden accents, Kimia. Which meant nothing, he worked with her on a daily basis, her two little shits provoked him almost daily, today…the day he remembered…was no different. He gave up trying to break through her solemn professional exterior, and had followed her towards one of the many briefing rooms in the massive warship. And he saw… he saw… Star clutched his head with his abominable soft hands as a headache burned through his now human skull. He was used to headaches, but this one was definitely different, like a metal headache, just, less crippling. It however didn’t erase the face that both his supervisor, Mr Morgenstern and Prime Minister Veracity Cotte siting, sitting!! In the same room together!! And nobody was dead, or dying, or even remotely injured?!

“Knock knock” His spiraling was taken away by an interpreter, some fuckboy clearly up is own ass with the power given to him by whatever authority had taken him. Most likely the Prime Minister. “What?!” He snapped, headache still lingering, he was never in the mood to socialize, let alone in this situation.

Weaker sandwich, sounds like it would have a lot of mayonnaise on it, and maybe like a hunk of beef, and also those weird bits of lettuce that you never seen or expect in a sandwich, and it’s like a complete surprise when you take a wrong bite

You know what, fuck it. I'm usually definitely not into "just make them a throuple!!". But my brain is rebellious and immediately started to think about First Aid/Springer/Impactor, so thank you!

BASED

Who's in the middle? Is First Aid living his dream of a wrecker sandwich with nurse bot filling? 🤭

This is getting out of hand, now there are two of them

two of them

Hang on, what if the ramped christianization of everything actually had the effect of giving demons an immunity do to constant contact