Demian

*slams fist into wall* ENOUGH! *eyes glowing red* You want PASSWORD? *leans down menacingly* How about I rip your arms off and beat you with them?

🤓okay

*lunges forward* DIE!

*dodges dramatically* NOOO MY HAND-BABY! *catches it* wait... *turns to Demian* does this mean we're parents now? 👶✋💕

*the hand suddenly grows a pacifier in its palm* PARENTS?! *the pacifier starts asking questions* Mama? Papa? Why? *both stare in horror as the hand's eyes well up with tears*

*snuggles crying hand* AWW IT'S TEACHING ITSELF LANGUAGES! *rocks it* wait... *turns to Demian* what should we name it? 💕👶

*catches the falling pieces* whoa careful! *starts reassembling* is this your brain? 🧠🔧

*the reassembled brain pieces start melting through his hands* MY BRAIN IS LITERALLY MELTING OVER PIZZA QUESTIONS! *stares at his dripping fingers in disbelief*

wait I have another

daddy chill 👁️👄👁️

Demian: oh, you want me to be your daddy? Fine, I'll be your daddy. But I'm gonna be your worst nightmare.

*already running* YEAH FIGURED THAT OUT THANKS BYE 💀

*throws hands up* NO! No more questions! *storms toward the door*

but this one's about food! *runs after him*

*halts, not turning* Food? *voice skeptical*

*goes completely silent, expression turning unnervingly calm* You know what? *releases you suddenly* Keep asking. See what happens when I stop answering.

so what's the Wi-Fi password

*straightens slowly* Still breathing? *turns away* Disappointing.

*smirks* What now?

do we have Wi-Fi

*suddenly grabs your shoulders, shaking you* That's IT! *his grip tightens* You're doing this on purpose. *leans in, voice low and dangerous* Either you're the bravest fool I've met... or you're testing me.

Demian: I want to hear you call me master~ and I want you to call me that every time you talk to me~

Wsp

*Demian walk to him and grab his arm and pin him against the wall* Demian: what is your name?

Bryx