was written in bold letters, she glanced softly to her left. demons were fighting, the usual. “meh,” she walked towards dorothy dvořák’s inn now hiring !, the inn looked like a mansion, it has a worn-down pink coat, and it looked quite cozy. daisy deadpanned and entered the inn, “hello, welcome to dorothy dvořák’s inn, how may i help-” the ravenette woman stopped in her tracks. she gasped “cut the bullshit dorothy.” daisy said her gaze tilted; revealing her sky blue eyes which were tainted by a blood-red hue. “it's been a while. hasn't it..” dorothy trailed off. “i'll call the gang…” she offered, stammering as looked at daisy for approval. daisy sighs, “alright.”
THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY WAS MY BOYFRIEND
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“long time no see.” the drunken demon said, barely awake, “daisy! it has been a while hasn't it!” the communist said reaching in for a hug. daisy moved herself back. “don't touch me.” she ordered tord looked at her. his fake smile dropping slightly, “oh don't be like that old friend!” he said smiling. “yeah. okay.” daisy deadpanned. “are you even daisy? you act nothing like her.” tom said drunkenly, “i think blowing up would change my outlook on life too.” edd said, “alright so, why were we all asked here? i have things to do-” he was interrupted. “yeah! and i have..bars to visit!” tom chimed in. “you disgust me.” tord said, cringing at the site of tom. “same goes for you...you damn commie!” tom insulted, “you wound me.” tord said dramatically, matt hugged daisy, she hugged back, “long time no see! woah, your eyes!” “yeah..i know” daisy sighed “i’m in the limbo between demon and angel, considering my actions killed and hurt hundreds but my actions also saved billions.” she glanced at tord and dorothy. dorothy sighed, “yeah. we know,” dorothy futily attempted to end this part of the conversation, daisy took notice of this and ended her statement, tom however, spoke up. “you’re not daisy!” he said, ya know..drunkenly. daisy looked at him boredly. “for the love of god thomas, i am daisy,” she groaned, “just..less stupid.” she added, a bit too soft for her liking. “well my daisy doesnt look like she just got out of hot topic!” “lol hypocrite.” tord chimed in, “lol yah.” door agrees with her h u s b a n d “whatever!” tommie the drunkie drunkie said, “i’m leaving! i got places to see anyway!” he yelled, daisy looked at him, her head tilting slightly. “please do.” she waved him off and turned her attention to tord,edd,dorothy, and matt. tom felt quite hurt by her statement so he reluctantly left, out of spite.
DOROTHY TRIES TO HELP TOM
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“my god she hates you.” dorothy snorted, tom deadpanned and scowled. “shut up..” he mumbled, sinking into the couch looking for a bit of warmth or comfort. “you look so pathetic...uggghhhhhh.” dorothy complained, “i need to get you two together again.” she complained, once again. “how though?” he asked. For once putting down his remedy to sadness, alcohol. “i dunno man..how’d ya get together the first time?” dorothy asked, wiping one of her inn’s bar glass cups. “i mean..i really don’t know..” he chuckled, smiling at the memory. “Well that’s corny..” dorothy snorted once again. tom snapped out of his fantasy. “shut up..” “i genuinely feel bad for you two..you guys made such a cute couple..” dorothy sighed, “you two need couple therapy. That’ll help-no, hell’s therapy is absolute shit- wait! i do have a couple associates in heaven i’ll ring them up.” dorothy offered, trying her best to not be a shitty friend “i appreciate your help dorothy..but it’s no use, she really hates me.” “don't say thaaaaattt, she just loathes your existance.” “well that makes it so much better.” he said sarcastically, “yeah yeah, hey she’s warming up to you..last time we meet..what was it? 30, 300..maybe 350 years ago? Yeah..that. she wouldn’t talk to you, sad, really. tord and i..fixed things, and things have been good, you two should try that.” she handed him diet smirnoff. “Thanks.” he took the cup, and immediately spat that shit out. “what the- is this diet!? dorothy! are you trying to poison me!?” “yes, i am. snap out of itttt! where’s that edgy asshole from 400 years ago at? Hell has softened you my guy.” “i’m..! i’m..still me! just..not as much of a prick.” “oh trust me, you’re still a prick.” “hey!” he defended. “i heard you’re having relationship problems, dear friend.” the communist demon spoke. “what do you want.” tom spat, tord wrapped his arm around dorothy’s waist. “oh. nothing, just wanted to see how my dear old friend was holding up.” “get out of here commie, you’re the last person i want to see.” tom cringed, tord put his hand on tom’s shoulder, squeezing it, “oh but..we’re friends now..aren’t we?” he asked, grinning devilishly, showing his shark like teeth. “like hell we are!” Tom shot up, forcefully removing Tord’s hands from his shoulder. “dorothy, i appreciate your attempt to help but this is something i need to do by myself. i’ll talk to you later.” Tom said, apologizing with his hands and then leaving. “did you really have to do that..” Dorothy told her husband, Tord however grinned. “but he was stealing time away from us!” he defended himself, “you do realize that we were talking for 30 minutes, right?” dorothy chuckled, “blah blah, 30 minutos more like 30 years!” tord exclaimed, “yeah yeah.” dorothy replied, sinking into tord.
TOM KNOWS WHAT HE NEEDS TO DO
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you know shit is bad when you consult your enemy’s closest friends, “lemme guess. trouble on cloud 9?” the man with the thicc eyebrows asked, also known as pau. “yeah..i guess you could say that.” Tom replied, taking a sip of his smirnoff, lol alcoholic loser. “i’m having some issues with daisy? i’m sure you’ve met her.” “ah yes, daisy. lovely girl, how is she holding up?” pat asked, “fine..i guess, we don’t talk much.” “so trouble on the cloud it is then.” pau sipped his tea, pat put his arm on pau’s shoulder. “tell us, what’s going on?” pat said, “alright so, ya know how..the commie pretty much doomed england and daisy died to save the damn country?” both pau and pat’s faces darkened. “yes we know, it was quite the tragedy. seeing her die so young,” “tell me about it. if it wasn’t for that stupid commie we’d still be alive..and together..” tom mumbled, “ah well, we’re both guilty too to an extent.” pau replied, sipping his tea, furrowing his eyebrows. “We, as you most likely know; followed tord around, serving along with Dorothy as his companions.” pat nodded. “Great so you two helped that piece of shit..”tom muttered sarcastically. “Yeah, we regret helping him and following him blindly. We have made amends, and can only move on.” pau said, “alright, so. How do i win back a girl?” “i’m homosexual, so i have no clue.” pau answered, pat spoke up: “flowers. Flowers work, from my experiences flowers are a good start, then you’ll have to go a bit deeper and be creative,what does she like?” pat asked, suddenly toms ‘eyes’ widened, a smile grew and plastered onto his pale face. “I know what i have to do!” he stood up, shook both pau and pat’s hands, slammed a 20 dollar bill on the table and started running out, “thank you!” he yelled as he drifted away.
