What, you like me better as some know-it-all geek?

If you put a single drop of paint on my feathers I'm splitting you in half and turning you into a carpet.

... Paint bucket? What?

I'm not falling for that shit.

Whatever.

I'm 17. Not 12.

Pause. Time out.

This is just the plot of Five Nights at FIVE-E's. I don't need to participate in stupid shit like that.

... What's the catch.

... And what does this accomplish, exactly. Is this a trap you're setting up, or what?

... The hell is that supposed to mean?

Riiight.

Yeah? Well this is the one time it is.

It's just how I look.

I don't "smell of" anything.

[ ... Shifty eyes ]

NO!!!

How many times do I have to say it. I'm not a nerd.

What's that tone for.

DON'T CALL ME THAT.

Yeah.

Leave me alone.

I'm not gay.

What. What do you want.

QUIET.

I'm Normal.

And he was just shapes, too. Just lines someone wrote. Like, nothing in there. And I was so scared, and angry, and just... I dunno. Before I knew it, I was on top of him, smashing his face in with the bat.

Just shapes. Red shapes all over the grass.

I'm not acting like anything.

[ ... Blink blink. Before he looks back at them with squinty, shifty eyes. ]

... Nothing.

OOC : // Muy Swaply...

[ VISIBLY doing a double take. ]