Have a... Very confused looking WitherStorm. "... Jesse... Which one is,.. The real one...?" Cambxonconception/dendronic
Jesse froze lightly at the sight of the witherstorm. He never heard it speak before, well as himself at least. Jesse hasn’t been this close to the storm since…the f-bomb incident.
Wither pointed at Jesse behind him, looking as annoyed as ever. This was very different from the time he let Jesse regain control. To have to walk around with the little brat and make sure he doesn’t get hurt or go too far in order to keep himself alive and well was a pain. “He’s the real one. But don’t go sucking him up. I don’t want to go though that shit as well.”












