Henry: Who are you?

Stax: *by himself thinking a little bit* mhm

Henry: *Drinking another bottle of blood*

Stax: *grabs a wand*

Henry: *Humming something*

Stax: *comes out and screams* Voltar Thunderspear! *an electricity shoots out and causes you to feel massive pain of shocks*

Henry: *A shield forms around him before he is hit* What!?

Stax: *throws smokebomb, smoke disappears within him*

Stax: no, mostly drink Water & Coffee

Henry: Okay! *He downs the bottle of blood and he looks drunk after finishing it* So who are you?

Stax: idk what do you think

Henry: Want to know who I am?

Stax: well hell sure

Henry: Well I am Henry, my title is the Demon of Damnation and I have some powers.

Stax: yea that’s… Demon?

Henry: My mom is a demon and my dad is a Sweetperson so I am part demon and I am also getting my powers from a demon known as Dagon.

Stax: uh brb

Henry: Okay! *His left eye glows a light cyan and he sits back on his chair*

Stax: sounds rich coming from you

Henry: Okay. *He takes a bottle holding a red liquid out of his backpack* What is this place?

Stax: this used to be Tea Rooms

Henry: *Starts drinking from the bottle*

Stax: I was gonna say something but I know what’ll happen

Henry: Ask it now. Nothing will happen.

Stax: whatevs, what’s that bottle?

Henry: *Finishes the bottle* A bottle of blood.

Stax: oh

Henry: *Grabs another bottle of blood* Want one?

Masked Silhouette: Hey, can I have a black coffee?

Stax: sure there *goes to make the coffee*

Masked Silhouette: This place is a bit weird. I mean look at the greenery. They look unsettling.

Stax: it’s pretty much abandoned, it used to be called “Tea Rooms” so it’s mostly in the hands of Mother Nature *turns on the coffee dispenser*

Masked Silhouette: Huh… Since when was this abandoned?

Stax: idk, I just think it looks abandoned

Masked Silhouette: You think? Okay then.

Stax: *turns on the machine*

*He waits.*

Masked Silhouette: Ya know… if you really wanna know my name, then you gotta tell me yours first. Just saying.

Stax: I wished you didn’t say because I’m that type of guy

Masked Silhouette: Heh…

Masked Silhouette: Where the coffee at?

(FAM I WASN’T ONLINE YOU GIGGITY GOGGITY GAA)

My bad

Stax: I used to be Dennis but I met up with a guy who cutted my head so

Masked Silhouette: Oh… Well, I have a name. But most people call me “The Masked Silhouette”. It’s a good nickname for a vil- civilian like me. It’s also the reason why I don’t say my real name often. Wanna hear it?

1. Yes
2. That cut-off seems suspicious

Masked Silhouette: Great! Just come a bit closer so Ill whisper it into your ear.

Stax: oak

*The Silhouette then whispers his true name into Stax’s ear.*

Silhouette: Okay. Do not tell this to anyone. Believe me. It isn’t that important.

If it’s not important why can’t I say your name

Silhouette: ... Okay fine. I lied. It's very important to my life and my identity. You're perhaps one of the most random people, who I can trust. Don't say my name in front of your friends! Don't say it in front of your family! Don't even write on any type of surface! Otherwise, the worst is yet to come... for instance, death.

Oh yeah? *writes down the name*

Silhouette: ... I'm gonna need new rule... Listen! You can write my name over there, but you can't show it to anyone. This is only for your eyes.

Ok

Silhouette: Well, at least we ended in an agreement.

*He finishes his coffee.*

I'm going to leave this place.

Stax: ok

Silhouette: Farewell, for now.

*He leaves.*

Stax: cya

Stax: nvm, well anyways have you seen a red van recently

Masked Silhouette: No. Not at all. Why did you ask?

Stax: a red van last year drove over our city and might’ve either been kidnapped or killed

Masked Silhouette: Never seen it.

Stax: well it just came back towards the streets and yea

Masked Silhouette: … coffee?

Stax: yep already know that *grabs coffee cup* sweetened, sugar or no?

Masked Silhouette: No sugar. Just plain. How much is it?

Stax: 1.50 pls

*Gives out 1.50 and starts drinking.*

Masked Silhouette: Okay. Now, back to names. What’s yours?