GreenTheGreat

Pixel my little murderer. He's a bit insane and merciless but that's fine 🥰

Enby arospec lesbian now :] He/They/She, but I'm cool with people calling me any pronouns, just to test :]

As everyone spoke and things got more heated, Angel went and sat against a wall. He covered his ears and hoped that nobody would talk to him. (Wowee little autism creature + I'm not needed but wanna keep this alive)

👁️👁️

*vine boom*

NAMES

As the panic around ensued, Angel watched with interest as he covered his ears. He stared out into the panic through a gap in the curtain. He blankly blinked, but never said anything. Angel only watched with curious intent. What had happened? Did Sullivain actually do that? Did this mean he didn't have to go up on stage? If so, good.

As he cried to himself, a knock on the door jolted him out of his sadness. He was greeted by a person, who handed him an odd suit as well as telling him go to the conference room. As he put on the stupid superhero-like costume, he stared into his mirror once again. Before leaving for anything, he grabbed his beanie and mask. Nobody could stop him from wearing them, even if they tried. As he approached the room, people attempted to take off the mask and beanie, Angel ducked around them and told them off before being pushed behind the same curtain, seeing the same exact things as Sullivain. He saw the other person in the corner of his eye, but never turned to him. He tensed as he saw the large amounts of people, shrugging his shoulders and fidgeting with his hands.

(Angel my son ❤️

Angel sat in his room. Why was he so dumb? Why did he have to work with these guys?! He thought frantically. And why couldn't he just be normal? He thought, eyes tearing up as he stated across the room at a tattered trans flag hung up on the wall. Muffled sniffiling could be heard through his door, as he held back his tears. Boys don't cry... He told himself.

(I'M NOT GIMMIE A SEC I NEED TO WRITE SMTHN!!!

As Collin continued his questions, a presence could be felt behind him. A plushie-like creature was looming over him, watching intently as he finished and the papers seemed to transform into a blue uniform. "Yes! One of my own! Finally" She said with excitement. "Why don't you take those robes and head over there." She stated, pointing to a statue of an Owl.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE WHO ARE YOU TA-" He cut off as he saw the girl with the plate of waffles, carefully glancing around before retreating into his room.

"Oh, so you, too?" He said before mumbling to himself, "great, I gotta work with this guy...."

"Yea, kinda exampled it back there" he nodded downward.

He turned around, looking at Sullivain before sighing out of annoyance. "What do you want to make fun of me for now?" He growled, his voice a lot more audible since they were the only ones there.

He got himself back up, brushing himself off before walking into the elevator, pressing his floor's button. He was ready to turn in for the time being. He was so tired and needed a mental break... He hadn't noticed Sullivain following him.

(Yea I did lol

"...Who are you?- nevermind.." Angel said, confused about who Sullivain was talking to. He just continued to walk towards the elevator. During his thinking, he wasn't paying attention and tripped, laughing him towards the ground. And yet, he didn't feel an impact?.. he opened his eyes to himself hovering right above the ground. "What the?-" he said, before landing softly on the ground. He sat himself up, contemplating what had just happened. Was this... the Serum thing?...

"Can I please just go back to my room?" He said, glaring at him. "I just want some rest.." He said, starting to speed up in his walk towards the elevator.

(O?

"...No not really..."

"I dunno." He said flatly, not looking at him.

REAL)

Angel gave no response. Sullivain didn't need one.