Welp. Guess who's all alone in her head? This chick. Everyone else moved into different planes or died in the fighting. Some of them got reincarnated or born into new bodies. Spyre is probably the most adorable baby I've ever stolen. We now have an entire nursery of babies that are practically two days old and talking already with my favorite personalities shoved into them. Kinda a messy business, seeing as I kinda doomed a bunch of baby souls to wander around proverbial purgatory for the rest of eternity.
Strider's been attempting to remove the infants from the house for a while, but I've been stopping him. It not exactly like I can return them or anything. They aren't real babies. Just souls shoved into a baby's body.
On another point, Strider gave Erin a cigar. He now has a well deserved knife buried up to the hilt in his shoulder.
Life is pretty good. I'm killing people, I've got adult-babies, I'm going to get married eventually. Funfun.
Welcome back Ash. I was worried about you. Congratulations on getting all the others out of your head. Best of luck raising Erin in your charmingly dysfunctional household. I hope you and Strider are managing to keep up with feeding and changing all the babies. He needs to learn some parental responsibility.
ReplyDeleteI only did it because she asked...
DeleteYOU DON'T GIVE A CHILD A CIGAR! STRIDER! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL HER?!?
DeleteDamning the souls of the innocent is always fun.
ReplyDeleteAh, family life. The dreadful boredom of day-to-day tasks. With a few twists now and then!
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