Angry: *heals* go to amélie about that bc it wasn't me.
Amélie: uh oh. *runs*
Dark: uhm ok sure.
IrRaTioNalITy: *before running at one bagillion miles an hour after Amellie, she makes a weapon that fits what shes seens of Darks personality perfectly*
IrrAtIoNaLiTY: *in less than a minute, theyre sitting on top of Amellies stomach in a......18+ pose (gee thanks remus) with a knife, stained with glowing, yellow blood against Amellies throat*
hOw ThO WTf
dats a bit OP but ok
(i deleted half my OCs abilities untill they were weak AF because people complained that she was to OP and now i hav a chick who could destroy the universe if someone sneezes by her)
Patton: *tries to h=make Amellie overly happy of just calm or somthin because NO SaD WhIlE PatTons AroUNd (and she isnt the sharpest tool in the shed sometimes, unlike male Patton)*
everyone else: *ska SKIRT*