Michael:...p-please, stop staring
Elizabeth: WHO BE STARIN AT MY BABY BRO?
Michael: *he comes over to sit next to you, and...oh god, that smell, it smells like somethign inside him has been long rotten and decayed, almost as if hes a walking corpse of sorts*
Elizabeth: *she just looks away, knowing that within the next few minutes there is a high porbibility that youll figure out why his skin is purple and why he smells like t
Elizabeth: ??? i literallt killed my own brother and used him as a skin suit with plans to murder my father!! how is that not a big deal?
Michael: okat first, I DONT HAVE EYES! second, i literally threw up my own sister who was killed by my father, who also killed my mother and brother, then got a job at the very dsame place i died in, recived no pay and continued to work there
*well when you put it that wa