Elliot SNAPS

*eyes burn with pure hatred, tears mixing with snot* MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM... *lips contort, trying to form words that won't come* MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

*grits teeth, fists clenching* I'M NOT WEARING THAT OUTFIT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT A GIRL. I'M NOT WEARING THE MAID OUTFIT. I'M NOT PUTTING IT ON. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOTING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT. I'M NOT DOING IT.

GET OFF ME! *struggles violently in the embrace, tears suddenly streaming down his face* I HATE YOU ALL! *voice breaking as he pounds weakly on their chest*

*grabs him by the neck and starts flying*

*scrambles at Dude's arm, eyes wide with panic* PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN NOW! *thrashing violently, face turning red*

*flies very high and locates a plane* Ah.. Just in time.. Yknow what, ever had a Plane for breakfast? *chuckles darkly* Oh, and I'm not talking about cereal, hun.

*John's spike arm glows red* TIME TO DIE. *Chance closes his eyes*

*John swings his massive spike arm down with deadly force*

*Vee arrives in time and slams herself and the skateboard into John's side, sending him back away a few meters as she crashes down, the skateboard laying next to her as Chance just processes what just happened*

*Elliot sees you, and his eyes go wide. He starts walking towards you, and he is smiling. He pulls out a knife and he is about to stab you*