"WELL I AIN'T! NOW SCRAM!!!"

"DO I LOOK LIKE A BLOODY MASCOT TO 'YA!? I STAB THINGS! NOT ADVERTISE FOOD!"

"CONFIRM WHAT?! DO WE LOOK LIKE WE SERVE MEDIOCRE FRIES AND THE WORST SANDWICH YOU'VE EVER HAD!?"

"...Say that again, and you're SO done for..."

"Hehe... worth it..."

"Noted... in that case..."

*Ah! sudden robbery! there's the blade!*

"This has now become a stick up! fork over ALL your blankets or else!"

"Shakedown tactics? is demanding someone fork the stuff over not good enough?"

"Ugh... fair enough..."

"...Not my fault everyone has way better blankets than I can afford..."

"H-HUH!? Hey! what gi- oh... it's just you... figures..."

*Ripper grumbled a bit, seems he's struggling to decide if he's a fan of piggyback rides or not...*

"Why must you torment me so..."

"Fuuuuuuck... I'm awake..."

"...How long has it been this time? a month? two months?"

"Geez I need to get out more often..."

"...The hell's that s'possed to mean?"

"Eh, it's whatever..."

*The demon sighs, shrugging*

"Ah, you must be mistaking me for the REAL one, aren't 'ya?"

"I hate to say it, the real thing has been dead for a LONG while... I only exist due to pictures and drawings from back in the day..."

"So in short, I ain't THAT Jack the Ripper... so uh, sorry??? I guess?"

"Heh, soft name, cruel personality, I like that..."

"Name's Ripper, Jack Ripper... here's to us... never being friends, I suppose."

"Hmph, this doesn't make us pals or anything tho'... not yet at least..."

*The impish demon leaned on the wall next to her, sighing*

"'Ya got a name?"

"Well, you're kinda in my spot... pal."

*He was about to reach for his razor, but stops himself...*

"You seem like a tough customer though, and I know who not to pick my fights with, so I suppose you can stay around..."

"Hoy, you there...."

*A strange figure in a trench coat seemed to walk towards her in the alley... at first, the shadows made this being frightening... menacing even... until he stepped out of the shadows and... well, he wasn't as scary as one would think...*

"The hell are you doin' here?"

"...I think I'll celebrate tonight somehow! Who wants to get drunk as fuck? All drinks are on me!!!"

"HELL YEAH! I FEEL SO ALIVE!!!"

"EYAHAHAHAHA!"

"FINALLY! I'M FREE! A GAME WITH ME IN IT THAT ISN'T JUST MOBILE SLOP, AFTER NEARLY A DECADE!"

"Just this once.... JUST... THIS ONCE.... Because you guys got a miracle basically..."

*Sigh*

"HEE-HOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"W-Why are people shoutin' about my bro!? what the hell is going on!?"

"...I haven't seen another being here for over 20 days...."

"Kinda sucks honestly..."

"...Taxes?"

"Why the hell are y'all talking about taxes?"

"...I need a drink..."

"But this late at night? not a chance..."

"...I'm playin' blackjack, who wants to join..."

"...I kinda wish me and my brothers would live under the same roof... like the days of the Virtual Boy..."

"Now however, it's like I'm a clown reserved for parties, sure they see me, but only a few times..."

*Sigh*

"Sorry, I was just... expressing my thoughts with a dream I had...."

"Fair warning, I'd kick all your asses in a pillow fight."

"...What's so special about couch blankets as opposed to normal ones?"

"...T-This is a serious breakfast! I swear!"