Malik: Mmmm Bridgette~
Bridgette: I- HOW DID YOU-
Jason: My bad- I forgot to lock the back door-
Bridgette: Of course you did.
Malik: *casually pins Bridgette to the wall*
Bridgette: Hey! Let go of me!
Malik: Mm...Nah~
Mariah: What's- Oh. Him.
Bridgette: *starts squirming*
Malik: Stop. Let it happen.
Mariah: *sighs* I'll have to push through the pain. *lifts her hair*
Jason: I can help the pain
Mariah: How?
Jason: *puts his hand on Mariah and starts to heal her* It should reduce the pain *demon arms flow out*
Mariah: Right. *demon arms also come out*
Both: *goes to attack but-*
insert slice noises, their demon arms have fallen off
Mariah: Huh..?
Jason: *looks behind them, only to see Malik and their demon arms on the floor*
Mariah: How-?!
Bridgette: I thought- only-
Malik: *turns into his demon form* You can't have a full demon without two, can you Lucinda?
Bridgette: Wait...*backs up* You're...
-flashback-
Malik(14): Mom what's-
Malik's parents: *kinda dead*
Malik(14): Mom? Dad?!
Bridgette(15): *about to go out through the window, turns to see Malik* Oh...
Malik(14): *starts tearing up* What did you do?!
Bridgette(15): Your parents, they are demons. So are you. They're pure evil. Their past lives were evil. I'm sorry kid, but this is my job.
Malik(14): You monster! You'll pay for this!
Bridgette(15): *jumps out the window*
-flashback ends-
Bridgette: You're..the kid..
Malik: I told you you'd pay for what you did to my parents.
Bridgette: But I thought..
Malik: All this time, I've slowly been earning your trust. Picking off people that you love in the process. Such as your high school friends. What were their names? Eh no time for that. Those twins? They were on purpose. So when I kill you, they'll have a constant reminder of who their mother has been messing with! I never loved you!
Bridgette: *face begins to turn pale*
Malik: And now you're scared of me? *slams his hands on the wall pinning her to it again* Oh but this is my job! And I'm going to tear you LIMB BY LIMB! While your kids watch as I do it~
The kiddos: *walks down* Mom-?
Malik: *makes a thing where they can't use their magic but him and slams her to the floor* This should be fun~
Jason: YOU LET GO OF MY MOM YOU FREAK!
Malik: Freak? I look exactly like you, son. K̸̰̖͊í̷̭̟̬ͅé̸̹̲̲̩͚̻̮̬̲̖̈̏͂̓̐̕r̷̢̭͓̟̪̱͖͗̈͌̊͂͌̂̂̿à̸̗͔n̶̙͉͎͖̫̱̜̘͋̉̚
Jason: What?
Malik: K̸̰̖͊í̷̭̟̬ͅé̸̹̲̲̩͚̻̮̬̲̖̈̏͂̓̐̕r̷̢̭͓̟̪̱͖͗̈͌̊͂͌̂̂̿à̸̗͔n̶̙͉͎͖̫̱̜̘͋̉̚
Jason: I can't- I-
Malik: *tears off one of Bridgette's legs*
Bridgette: *screams in agony like damn girly must be painful*
Jason: STOP! THIS ISN'T YOU!
Malik: OH BUT IT IS ME! YOUR OH SO INNOCENT MOTHER KILLED MY PARENTS! SO I'M GONNA MAKE HER PAY THROUGH PICKING OFF HER AND YOUR STUPID DAD!
Jason: STOP!
Malik: THEN MAKE ME! *tears off Bridgette's other leg*
Jason: *tears up* I..I can't..
Mariah: Jason.
Jason: I'm not a murderer
Mariah: Jason.
Jason: *looks at Mariah*
Mariah: You're not like him. You can. Get him.
Jason: But-
Mariah: Jason.
Jason: *nods his head and tackles Malik before he could rip off another limb*
Malik: *turns on the drill thing on his tail* There's my son, I knew you were my kid
Jason: *punches Malik*
Malik: You can't kill me. You're nothing without your powers, without your arms.
Jason: *claws come out* Damn right but I'm still a wolf, aren't I? *fUCKING decapitates a bitch*
Malik: *dies cuz that's how decapitation works*
Jason: *stands up and opens a portal underneath Malik, getting rid of the body*
Bridgette: Well I have no legs- *literally crying*
Jason: *helps Bridgette sit up and patches up her legs or somethin* Um yeah I can't heal that, it's too deep of a wound.
Bridgette: Yeah, no dip.
Mariah: I think we have a wheelchair in the back.
Pierce: We do. *teleports a wheelchair in*
Jason: *casually picks up Bridgette and puts her in the chair*
Bridgette: Once again, I have no legs
Jason: We see that.
Bridgette: Neh. *scratches behind Jason's ear* I'm proud of you kid, you handled this so well. And so did your siblings.
Jason: I was literally on the verge of a panic attack.
Bridgette: *rolls her eyes and receives a phone call* Hello?
Cyanide, on the other line: You're going back to work.
Bridgette: I don't have any legs
Cyanide: Wh-
Bridgette: I don't have legs
Cyanide: Are you-?
Bridgette: Just come over, oh my god.
Cyanide: Bleh fine. *hangs up*
