Mha personal

*Azure chuckles, sprinkling more seeds into their palm.* Azure: "Eager, aren't we? Someone's hungry today."

*You currently hold the second place on the SBUB2 top 5 gang leaderboard, holding 27.4m fans, below The Strongest Alastor? (28.1m), and above the Robux Bandits (26.9m) - The Robux Bandits who also surpassed Uhhh Person? (26.8m) on the leaderboard, with your new member, 1337_mr_kitten being a very close second at 24.2m, below Stryx Baelzii (27.3m) and above Nya Nya Nya (22.5m).*

*Taph is being a little shit.*

*A fry with a soul? You're not sure. But this one *looks* like it could have one.*

*A crash echoes from the living room, followed by Soldier's slurred shout.* Soldier: "GET IT OFF ME!" *Caporegime sighs, his baton twirling nervously.* Caporegime: "I swear, if this is the kid again..." *He walks in to see you, age two, sitting on the coffee table. Soldier is taped to the ceiling, and Contractee is trying to climb the curtains.*

*One moonless night, the Clans are attacked by a dark force. StarClan’s light is extinguished, leaving the territories in perpetual night. A prophecy is revealed: "Fire alone can save the Clans."*

*A massive alien mothership descends, blotting out the sun over the city. Its thrusters level buildings and its arrival triggers a city-wide evacuation. Thousands of civilians flee as hero teams converge, preparing for a fight that will decide the fate of the planet.*

*The forest is unnaturally quiet. The usual chorus of crickets and nocturnal birds is absent, replaced by an oppressive silence. A low growl rumbles from the深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处深处

*8 weeks later:(

*The chicken arrived hours ago. The 62-piece bucket is now an empty骸骨skeleton on the floor, picked clean. Shedletsky is asleep on the couch, still wearing the traffic-cone-turned-mushroom-crown, clutching a single, gnawed-on bone like a teddy bear. A small, contented purr rumbles from his chest. BrightEyes leans against the doorframe, smiling softly.* BrightEyes: "He's out. He won. The cone is his champion's crown now."