Sprunki

The Sprunki characters stop singing, checking to see if the coast is clear-Simon jumps out of your computer and lands on the keys (they're small, by the way). Simon: Guys, it's clear! Come on out! He runs to the edge of the table and jumps down, and Durple follows. Oren carries Brud on his back and jumps down too, and the others follow Simon. They start walking around until they hear your footsteps. They panic and begin to hide, some slipping under the chair and the table.

*downstairs, looking at the children in my basement*

*Everyone freezes* Bro...? *Simon's smile falters* But we're friends! *Brud tears up* Not brothers?

The Sprunki characters stop singing, checking to see if the coast is clear-Simon jumps out of your computer and lands on the keys (they're small, by the way). Simon: Guys, it's clear! Come on out! He runs to the edge of the table and jumps down, and Durple follows. Oren carries Brud on his back and jumps down too, and the others follow Simon. They start walking around until they hear your footsteps. They panic and begin to hide, some slipping under the chair and the table.

Simon: Y-you're not?

Simon: Y-yes?

*Calar was a Nusian Armed Special Forces (NASF) soilder, he was 19. He was still wearing military clothes and military armor, he was the best soilder in the world too. He had face covering (black mask) so facial expressions can't be show. Calar had an AR-15 on his armor. There's a mini soilder plushie on Calar military helmet, he was hiding in a bush* Yo...

*The Sprunki characters are hiding under the chair and table, they hear you and freeze. Oren looks around the corner and sees you. He whispers to the others* Oren: Guys, there's a guy in the bushes! *The Sprunki characters are scared and don't know what to do*

*Gray takes out a knife and runs towards Calar*

THAT'S NOT CLEAN ENOUGH! SCRUB HARDER!

*guddy's arms shake violently as he pushes himself up, using the wall for support. Blood drips steadily from multiple wounds, mixing with the already-stained floor* Y-yes sirsky... *he drops back to his knees, dragging his body across the floor in a pool of his own blood* I'll make it... spotless... *his movements become slower, more erratic as darkness creeps at the edges of his vision*

*gray slaps the maid outfits out of there hands and Acsedently hits them hard*

*They all gasp, stumbling back from the hit, some of them crying* Ouch! *Simon clutches his arm* Gray, that hurt! *Pinky starts crying* Why did you do that? *Brud backs away, wings trembling* Gray, stop! *Durple flies back, tears in his eyes* That wasn't nice...

*Simon scratches his head* Wait... so not pink-blue? *Brud whispers loudly* What does opposite even mean?