This is a story where all of my OC's are pulled from their stories by an omnipotent being (me) in order to react to these stories and interact with one another.
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(WBD Max)
The two are shown staring at a dart board with every demon they hate plastered on it.
WBD Max: So... mom?
Jesse: She is no mother of mine. She tried to brand me like a damn cow, with a knife.
WBD Max: Okay that's... problematic. But it can't be worse than the other demons. In my universe they tried to kill my wife and took my daughter.
Jesse: Yeah, all the other demons are psycho bitches, I won't lie about that.
WBD Max: Well (zips off and comes back with champagne) here's to hating crazy women.
Jesse: (deadpan) I'm a teenager.
WBD Max: (sets his glass down) Yours is sparkling water, dummy.
(RAE Max)
It's a whole lot of intense death glares. I'm not about to start a fight, which will lead into a debate about who would win. So, it's all intense death glares.
(Kyle)
Kyle: (slyly) Wanna fuck? * proceeds to get a fucking beat down from Saber Thorn* Ahh! Ah! No, no, Wait! My arm doesn't bend like that! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
(The Ryans)
Jesse: So we have, a play boy, a wallflower, and a... (looks at HPH Ryan) what exactly are you?
Ryan: (bluntly) The prince of Hell.
Jesse: (pauses) I'm sorry, you're the fucking what?!
