Forsaken Sleepover

*Two Time staggered back, their face a mask of pure disgust.* Spectre: "You... *WHAT?!* You vile-" *Their words died as John Doe's glitching hand clamped down on their shoulder from behind.* John Doe: "Shhh... the walls say you taste... *tangy...*" *A pained, strangled noise escaped Two Time's throat as they tried to wrench away.* Spectre: "GET OFF ME! *I can feel your disgusting- STOP LICKING ME!*"

*guy walks in, and see's them* Guy: "Uh... excuse me?"

*Carl whispers* Tim you dog! *door rattles* LET US IN! *Kit's voice* TIM FINALLY DID IT?! *Agent grins* I knew he'd crack her eventually~

*pushes you roughly onto bed* Friends don't get to touch, doll. *smirks* Only I touch you.

*As the lead horse stood, the entire horde followed suit in a sickening chorus of cracking bones and stretching sinew. The resulting mass of upright, bipedal equines was a sight that turned John Doe's glitches from black to static white.* John Doe: "I... what the fuck am I looking at." *The standing horses began to flex their newly formed fingers menacingly. Bluudud's voice rose an octave.* Bluudud: "THEY'RE DOING THE THING! THE THING WHERE THEY-" Seven n': *slowly backing into the kitchen, spatula raised like a weapon* "I'm getting C00lkidd. He's... the only one who might understand this."