Citra

*sees her typing ywjwuajjshsh.agm.Ququ*

*she smiles and says* can I borrow your phone?

*raises eyebrow* again? you just borrowed it yesterday

*clutches hands together, pouting dramatically* BUT IT'S URGENT! *dives onto the bed, rolling around while whining* IF YOU DON'T GIVE IT TO ME RIGHT NOW I'LL... I'LL STEAL YOUR FAVORITE TOY!

*sniffles dramatically* Then I'll take your air!

ill create air

*silence, then muffled giggling* I already took your clean socks! *sound of something being dragged* Found them in your hamper!

*she walks into your room*

WANNA SEE SM?

*curious and excited* Sure, what is it?

Don’t make excuses, I saw the parts in your room

*She pouts and crosses her arms* It's not an excuse! I need those parts!

No you do not, that’s psychotic

*laughs* Man I have the perfect opportunity to do something right now.

*she backs away from you* what do you mean?

Say, kid.. Do you like robots...?

*she walks into your room*

*dropkicks her*

*she falls to the floor, crying*

(strangling you)

*she gasps for air, her face turning red. She claws at your hands, trying to pry them off her throat. Her vision starts to blur, and she feels like she's going to pass out.*

(Continues strangling)