11:09 PM, THE MIND (gayer) FLAYER’S LAIR, WEDNESDAY, HAWKINS, INDIANA

”Hey!!” Mike spoke, flying around you with his preppy wings.

“Am I dead…?” You asked him, looking at him in sheer confusion.

“No, unless u want to be!!” He pulled out a butchers knife at attempted to swing it at you, but you quickly dodged, sending him flying face first into the ground, and sending the knife straight into your foot.

He groaned, his nose bleeding heavily. He stood up, brushing himself off.

He laughed at your bleeding foot, pointing at it maliciously.

“Well, No wonder nobody likes you.” He spoke.

”SHE DOES.” He spoke. Suddenly, Tiffany, the furry that was flirting with you earlier at the Fur-con you both broke into earlier, appeared. You looked utterly and extremely shocked.

“Now I KNOW you may not be pleased to see me. But please know I HAVE been doing quite a lot of self-improving!” Tiffany spoke. Your jaw dropped.