Your friend, David, seems off today. His arms are disproportionately long, his skin is pale, and he seems sad

cole: ..david..? are you ok..?

*FleshCousin copies your looks*
FleshCousin: you good? whats wrong?

“D’ah shet man, you good? Need one o’ these?” *They’d shove an energy drink into his hands* “Your arms look weird- might be trippin though, I’ve drank like 16 of these Motherf**kers!” *They’d laugh, almost maniacally but bear with them they’re wired beyond repair.* “Why’re yer arms look like that- ‘ts weird as feck, but who’m I t’judge?!”

David?: *tosses the energy drink into the road with turning towards you*

*without

“Hey, I was plannin’ on-“ *They sighed, smirking a little bit* “I’ll admit that was kinda funny though- Anyway what’s with yer arms?” *Checkers grabbed one of his arms and looked at it. Checkers was extremely impulsive and boundaries didn’t exist when they’re making the decision that first popped up in their head. Is this a positive trait? No. Is it still true though? Sadly yeah-*

*he turned around at a rapid speed, launching Checkers and became this thing

“Is that Friday night funk- Oh shit!” *They’d immediately get attacked, kicking (if they could) and struggling*

*he slowly stomps up to Checkers and bites some of their arm off*

(Nah the fact you reminded me tho 💀 Ngl thanks bc I forgot)

*Checkers screeched, biting his shoulder right back and hoping to rip home skin off*

*the skin becomes spiky, poking holes in Checkers' mouth*
(np)

“Agh! F##in- D### you motherf###ing s### b#### little c### F###ing sl##!” *I thought it’d be funnier to censor it, as they spat out blood and stumbled back. Realizing that oh shit, I’m backed up- so mfer bolted outta there*

*as they run, the sky becomes replaced by a dark void, and the floor is now an endless brick floor*

“You’ve gotta be f**king with me-“ *They’d look around, sighing and chugging ANOTHER energy drink. Y’know you’d sometimes have to think “how many energy drinks does this guy have?” And I don’t know the answer, he’s a wild card.*