Jacob: S T O P

The clown looks at them, straight in the eye. Slowly putting another piece of food in their mouth. "Om.."

Jacob: l e a v e

The clown swallows the food in an instant, looking at Jacob.

Jacob: I said l e a v e

kitty:if you want food you could ask

"Mf?" The clown tilts his head.

kitty:*kinda grins* whats your name

He shoves a piece of bread in his face, "Mowji.." He mumbles.

kitty:my names kitty well im better known as grim reaper

"Mff.. Cool. Nice food." He takes a bite out a block of cream cheese.

kitty:where did you come from

"Your mom." He keeps eating.

kitty:smart reply buddy but im and only child

"I don't have a family." He chuckles, biting into a carton of milk with his big sharp teeth.

kitty:are you some type of demon?

"Ghost, or a spirit as you'd say.." But the touch he gave was real, it was like he was alive but also dead.

kitty:im part ghost part elf so yeah

"Cool!"

kitty:i also have a secret i dont tell many people wanna know what it is

Moji didn't seem to care, stuffing food into his face.

kitty:*sits on my kitchen counter and watches*

kitty:so how long are you gonna be here?

He burps.

Lylia: What the-

"Om-" The clown shoves food into his mouth, swallowing it an instant.

Lylia: Either you're a hallucination of all of my late shifts, or there's someone in my house eating my food.

"Little bit of both." He licks the food off his fingers.

Lylia: Uh, so why are you in my house? *she stared at her*

He burps, "Food."

Lylia: Just don't eat the sandwich, my dad mafe it for me.

"Then take it."

Lylia: Alright. You're paying for my groceries.

"I don't have any money."

Lylia: Then you better get a job.

"I can't work."

Lylia: Why not?

"Apparently I don't exist. There's no records of my past self living."

Lylia: Cool, well, yo do, since I see you.

"I'm a.. little dead."

Lylia: So am I.

"Interesting.."

Lylia: You mean physically dead, or dead inside?

"Physically dead, I have no heartbeat."

Lylia: Ah. I'm alive.

"Not me!" He lets out a wicked clown laugh.

Lylia: *he pat his shoulder* Good for you.

He takes a bite out of a piece of bread, "You guys pick out the best food.."

Lylia: Cool. Don't eat anything that looks like it's of alien origin. Because it probably is.

"Why would I eat it?"

Lylia: I dunno.

"Eeeexactly."

Lylia: Well...just in case.

"I won't."

Lylia: Good. *she shoved it back in her*

He yawns.

Lylia: You wanna hang out?

"Sure."

"What am I supposed to know what an alien organ looks like?"

Lylia: No, of alien origin. And, here's what it looks like. *she reached into her stomach, ripping out a gooey liver-shaped object made out of black and pink too* Ow, ow ow ow. How does dad make that look easy?

"What is that..?"

Lylia: That's my liver.

Made*