Elizabeth: *she sits down, and makes a slight thud as the metal comes in contsct with the floor**also, the eyes on her suit/mask roll back in her head, revealing her endoskeleton eyes* alright, we told you our problems, not is only fair if you tell us yours
Michael: Elizabeth thats her personal stuff she doe-
Elizabeth: cn it Skin Suit -oooo damn- i just want to know exactly how broken she is, i mean, our situation is NOT okay, and she thinks it is
Michael: fair enough Crab Bot -OOOOOOOOOOH-
Elizabeth: hey look Suit Bitch only certain people can call me that
Michael: well then Clown Freak i guess im one of them
Elizabeth: says who Dumdum?
Michael: says me...uh....shit i ran out of insults
Elizabeth: i win then! yeah anyways whats ur deal Kat?....sorry, that didnt sound as rude in my head
Michael: well it is out her Emotionless Bitch
Elizabeth: hey! no putting cuss words in name-calling!
Michael: you did it first
Elizabeth: did not!
Michael: did to
Elizabeth: what were trying to say is do you have any mentall disorders we should know about, anythign that would make you think that murdering a sibling or having a phsycopath for a father is okay?
Michael: anything special or important happen in your family, soemthing like a divorce, family members arguing or hurting each other
Elizabeth: okay now youre just sayign what happened in our family
Michael: yeah well she gets the idea
Elizabeth: then how do you think child murder, abuse, killign your own kids and whife and killing your brother to use him as a skin suit thinking that he was your father to live a somewhat normal life again, only to find out he si your brother, still do your plan, and then be voted out of your own body by your own mother and two souless jerks is okay?
Michael: Elizabeth, you and i both know that you and i dont even know what add and odd even stand for
Elizabeth: true
Elizabeth/Michael: *they seem to be hurt by the last few words you say* i mean, if you say so...
Elizabeth: yeah, whatever i guess
Michael: the past is int he past i suppose
Elizabeth: yeha, theres now ay we could......hey Mikey, wheres that old ball pit from Fredbears Family Diner?
Michael: oh its by Dads...WAIT ELIZABETH NO!
Elizabeth: *already running to Wills room*
*okay someone has to stop her or else the entire timeline will be ripped to shreds*
