☕ (Billy for Stu)
Stu looked at the cup with a unsure look, he was never one for tea, it wasn't sweet enough, it was too fancy, it wasn't 'cool'.
But the cup, with its design of their shared face, the ghostface holding a bloody knife, that same red reflected in the tea itself. Well it was too inviting for him to turn down, so he started to drink.
It tasted of sugar, so much it'd rot the teeth and month of anyone with refined tastes, be trossed aside, under the coating of that sugar flavor was the taste of rootbeer and under that was... Well it tasted like metal, rusty, sharp, metal.
But the rest of the flavors covered it, Stu won't realize what exactly he was putting into his body until it was too late, it'd be the blood coming out his month that'd be the first hint of that issue.
Stu finished the whole cup.
100% Damage.