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.

"Physically dead, I have no heartbeat."

Lylia: Ah. I'm alive.

"Eeeexactly."

Lylia: Well...just in case.

"I don't have any money."

Lylia: Then you better get a job.

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

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

"I won't."

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

"Sure."

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.

"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.

He yawns.

Lylia: You wanna hang out?

"Why would I eat it?"

Lylia: I dunno.

"Interesting.."

Lylia: You mean physically dead, or dead inside?

"I'm a.. little dead."

Lylia: So am I.

"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*

[ nameless ]
'walao-'

He gulps down a orange, looking at her. "Umph-"

'?'

He shoves a piece of bread into his face.

'do you know how to cook?'

"Mhm."

'yeash why r u eting my food then?'

Chris: *pulls out an M10 Barrett and aims it at his head*

The clown seems unbothered, still eating.

Chris: *shoots him*

The bullet goes through him, the part of him fades a little.