”Merry fucking Christmas.”

Mabel walked into the study room Mason, her twin brother, was in and she was pacing a bit before eventually noticing a weird humanoid creature in chains.

Mason held the chain leash in his gloved hand while he flipped through Journal 3, and Mabel paused and gave it an odd and ugly look. “What’s that?” She asked.

Mason clicked his tongue as Mabel asked that question, before he eventually answered in a bit of annoyance. “Our new pet.”

“What do you mean our new pet? I didn’t want a pet.” She stated as she placed a hand on her hip and annoyance began to creep up on her face and tone.

“And I didn’t want a sister, but we always get things that we don’t want now do we?” Mason retorted with a scoff and eye roll, as he rested his arm on the armrest of the chair and looked back at Mabel.

Mabel had a ticked off look at his retort, before snarking replying back to him. “You mean like that rash?”