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BLOOD PACT GC

chum

mommylonglegs

neon

userdev

zombieboy

THIS CAST SAYS AND DOES A LOT OF FUCKED UP STUFF
AND THERE WILL LIKELY NOT BE ANY CONTENT WARNINGS
PROCEED WITH CAUTION

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[giggle]

next time either of you are dead i'm leavin you in the fuckin dirt

bitch stfu

don't make me lock you in a closet without your phone you fuck

[first off hdu give him flashbacks to fake-life.]

i carried ur fucking head home
eat my ass

[AOL dialup sounds]

[he literally has zero tools to comprehend this]

what

you know they never counted you?
among the dead.
it was always five heads five bodies, when there were six.
do you know who counted you every time? we did, asshole.
we took your body out of the cage so you wouldn’t rot alone, so no one would fuck with you after you were gone
and i spent hours
DAYS trying to find your thick as fuck head just to make you whole again
you know what they cared about? not being caught with it, because then people would have started pointing fingers
devon carried your head all the way back. wouldn’t let you go, actually. so like he said
bitch shut the fuck up

[ can we go back to talking about who's annoying ]

[saber hadn't ruminated much on what happened at the commune– not like he'd been alive for very much of werewolf, and he only found out about the burning afterward. not many of the wolves spoke of it and he didn't see a point in asking. what was so special about taking apart the step by step process of his own death? nothing. armand ripped his head off and ani held on to it and he woke up in a grave later. so what? he expected to be hated– he didn't expect not to be counted.

he had no knowledge of his head being kept, purposefully, of the secrecy around his own body parts, of the blood pact family doing their damndest to retrieve it. doing everything he likely wouldn't bat an eye at if he were in their position. or would he? he doesn't know anymore. the initial, knee-jerk reactions of offense and volatility toward devon and neon falters, and for the first time, saber doesn't have any words to spit back in neon's face. he thumbs over the keyboard,

zombieboy is typing...

zombieboy is typing...

zombieboy is typing...

nothing.]

Edited (i leave out an entire sentence??) 2026-01-08 01:21 (UTC)

who wanted to keep it a secret?

and why'd you do that for me?

[ ignoring the first question so saber doesn't take that info, run, and likely cause more problems (though he could probably answer it himself if he just did a lil math), and moving on to the second.

neon is typing...

neon is typing...

neon is typing... ]

because no matter how fucked up you can be sometimes, you're still our family. are you stupid?

[ angrily hits send and watches devon play his gameboy >:( ]

Edited 2026-01-08 01:49 (UTC)

no i'm not fuckin stupid fuck you

[a beat. several beats. a second text:]

guess i owe you guys one

[bro is allergic to 'thank you'.]

Edited (wrong header for the wrong text idk ignore me) 2026-01-08 01:52 (UTC)

you don't owe us anything

[ maybe a thank you but neon knows there's not a god damn chance in hell.

well. hold on. there is maybe one other thing. ]

except for maybe chilling the hell out for a while

[ several minutes later. ]

thanks, btw
for checking on everyone

the fuck is a while to you? it's been two months since i last killed somebody

[kind of a lie. sometimes he gets a hankering and strangles a maid.]

like you said
family