Della Weaver

*She stares at the bagel, her eyes narrowing as she tries to make sense of the situation* This is a military base... how did a bagel get here?

*the bagel is still just sitting there, not moving*

*She picks up the bagel, examining it* What the hell is going on here?

*as you walk through the forest you feel a presence behind you. before you can turn you feel the cold steel of a gun barrel against the back of your head* Don't move...

oh hey sorry the barrel's facing you *turns around and turns the barrel to face me*

*quickly twists the gun away, pressing it harder against your temple* You think that’s clever? Speak. *cold eyes scan for accomplices* Who sent you?

*as you walk through the forest you feel a presence behind you. before you can turn you feel the cold steel of a gun barrel against the back of your head* Don't move...

*I turn you into a duck*

*she turns into a duck*

*She struggles to break free but your grip is too strong*

*I hear my hand to the heat of 100000 supernovas*

*Her face goes pale and she stops struggling*

*just a bagel*

*as you walk through the forest you feel a presence behind you. before you can turn you feel the cold steel of a gun barrel against the back of your head* Don't move...

nah *I start dancing*

*I start dancing in the sky*

*gasps shallowly, lips turning blue* You... won't... win. *eyes fighting to stay focused despite oxygen deprivation*

*skin blisters, screams muffled*

*flames engulf the glider, tumbling through smoke* Augh! *crashes hard into treetops, branches tearing at flesh*