Aug 9, 2025
IM THE ONLY VOICE THAT MATTERS YOU HEAR IT AHHHGH
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IM THE ONLY VOICE THAT MATTERS YOU HEAR IT AHHHGH
i want. damien to do an entire twitch stream of him JUST SINGING
DAMIEN PLEASE PUT DOWN THAT KNIFE
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Damien rubbed the bridge of his nose, as he started laughing. To think, some rich girl decided to stroll along and try to tell him, the Indigo League Champion, that he was a peasant. After every single person he beat to make them respect him, there had to be someone that he just needed to pound.
Old or young, he hated stuck up rich people
“Actually, scratch that. Lemme make this clear for you. You keep talking to me like that, instead of showing me the respect that I damn well deserve, I’ll only think about letting you walk away with your bones intact. Because you are one stupid comment away from me breaking that prissy little nose.”
He then walked up to the woman, who was actually just a few inches than he was. The Fighter puffed his chest out and clenched his fists. “Now, you gonna try that again? Or am I gonna teach you how to talk to champions like me?”
can i?no............NOOO..NO!>>>>........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
no you cannot.
“i’m sorry i promise there are more songs on this playlist”
“it’s fine --”
“there are 27 songs on this playlist”
“we’ve heard like 3.”
“hey, so. i noticed that eyeshadow look.” a pause. “natural, yeah? looks fucking dope. i reckon i could make it look even more cool, though, if you uh. don’t mind me doing that.”
“Well congrats, you’ve looked at m’face. It’s just fuckin’ me, mate.” She even made an effort to scratch herself along her temple to draw blood. It was easy enough to hide behind the raven feathers after all.
“Least you don’t assume I’m with that fuckin’ drug owl- wait what?”
Wait, what?
What did Damien say?
He wanted to do what now?
“Uh...” Well now she was at a loss for what to say. How was she supposed to deflect an offer? Izzy was a bit dumbfounded for much longer than a moment, long enough for her to almost drop her toothpick out of her mouth.
Finally low self esteem found something to deflect with. “I don’t exactly got a wardrobe to match whatever you’re thinkin’ of.”
She didn’t have a wardrobe at all but that was besides the point.
“But lemme get this shit sorted: you want... to give me... a make over?! I dunno if you’ve got it but I’m kinda the rugged homeless kinda vibe.”
No matter how she phrased it, that was still confusing to her. Luckily she was standing on the ground, otherwise she’d have likely fallen out of it. Confused bird was confused.
“ The first step to any murder is to have fun & be yourself. ”
“Damien, I’m very pleased that you decided to take me with you on this little venture for some quality time...”
There was just one, simple little problem in his plan.
“I can’t kill people. I know- I’m a reaper and embodiment of all Death... but I’m not legally allowed to murder anyone.”
It was a conflict of interest at work. “Did you bring me as a get out of jail free card?”