Fear Itself (RP)

No! I was left abandoned on the streets! I was in a coma for a year! I got captured by Satan himself! Where was there a mom in my life when all this was happening?! -Eyes return back to normal-

 

Marisol: Sadly enough, yes. We were both abandoned after the age of three. You left me and I found this hospital. Mom may have died, but her soul isn't gone Sam.

 

I've been living on the streets for 10 years!

 

Marisol: 14. :|

 

-Shrugs- I don't care what mom told you to do! -The stitches slowly dissolve-

 

Marisol: *Her sewing needle claws extend, wrapping around sam's throat* You better watch your yapper!

 

-Tries to pull away-

 

Marisol: *Steps on a button, making the chair hold her tighter*

 

-Winces as the circulation gets cut off from me hands and feet-

 

(*my)

 

Marisol: *Injects a stronger transformation potion*

 

-Eyes widen-

 

Marisol: *Cackles*

 

-Eyes turn back into button and the stitching reappears-

 

(*buttons)

 

Marisol: Might wanna think twice before you speak!

 

-Lowers head in shame-

 

Marisol: *Starts working on other stuff*

 

-Winces-

 

-Tries to talk-