Longer Skit (cw Exp?) ;-) :-/

Ha, ha....... 

I feel regrets and guilt for how I worded certain things again. 

Lmao why am I like this? X'D 

Anyway.. all that stuff..

It's bad. It's terrible. Just because there are (gonna be) themes of these topics doesn't mean I'm intending for them to be seen as light topics. Because no, that's not the case at all. These topics and themes are very bad and harmful. The story is fictional, so the characters are too. Don't become this cursed story of mine and its characters. If we do, then we will die. Don't die, kids. :-) 

And can I just make this clear: a work of fiction having such topics does not automatically mean the topics are being idealized and glamorized.

The topics are toxic and messed up. They're not good things lol. Those topics are causes and they have negative effects. 

Yeah, a psa. Ok now onto the skit.

-X- -X- -X- -X- -X- -X- -X- 

[Upstairs Hallway in House] 

Finny: Ugh, gotta pee. *walks toward upstairs bathroom door* 

Bathroom Door: is locked, hot water slips from under the door to the hallway 

Finny: Ugh, I really have to pee. 

Brock: Then just go to the one downstairs.

Finny: Eww no! You just went, and the whole room is stinky. 

Brock: Yeah sure okay.

Finny: Yeah, I heard you fart in there from the living room. That's gross.

Brock: Okay, point taken. But geez, who's taking a bath at three in the afternoon? 

Finny: Oh.. dang it.

Brock: What? 

[Suddenly, from inside the bathroom, a loud voice is heard.] 

Brock: *locks eyes with Finny's* Duke. 

Finny: *sighs* Yep. 

Duke: *singing, shouting, it's a mystery* 

Brock: Do you know what he's saying?

Finny: No idea, dude. 

Duke: ...... Oh, 'cause I'm a demon. I heard you screamin'. But oh no, no, no. If you think I'll play fair and give you mercy, then you know nothing about karma. You just wanted to hurt me, nothing more and nothing less. I'm not gonna play on easy mode for you, damn it! Because oh, you heard me screamin'. You heard me screaming, with my two blackened eyes and blood dripping everywhere, you heard the demon screamin' for you to stop. But oh no, no, no. 'Cause you never did. You never gave it up on me, so tell me why I'll think of giving it up on you. Played this on yourself, now you're gonna burn. Don't you know better than to play with fire? Messed with me, and now you're gonna burn and bleed. Just like what you did to me. In this game of violation, you took your turn. Now, I'm on the offense. Damn it, I'm the king of tragedy, and I'll make you my subject.  Now, it's my f*cking turn! Oh, 'cause I'm a demon. You heard me screamin'. But oh no, no, no. No, no, no! No stopping, no giving up. Karma's a b*tch. The same way you violated me is gonna happen to you. Looks like I'm out of time. Enough singing, let me put my words into action. 

[Suddenly, a hole is in the center of the door. It's the size of two fists. Orange flames come out of it.]

Finny: Great, another ruined bathroom. Sparkle is gonna kill the both of you.  

Brock: What the hell were you talking about, drunkie? 

Finny: Huh? 

[Duke opens the bathroom door. A room full of steam is behind him. His hair is wet, a towel is wrapped around his waist with one hand holding part of the towel and the other hand in a fist that's emitting orange flames.] 

Finny: *runs into the steamy bathroom and locks the door* 

Brock: Uh.. he really had to pee. 

Duke: There's a bathroom downstairs. 

Brock: He didn't want to enter there after I went in there.

Duke: Uh....

Finny: *shrieks* What the hell is this?! 

Duke: I tried to turn water into fire. 

Brock: Why would you do that? 

Finny: Because he's Duke, damn it! 

Duke: I also took a bath. 

Finny: *screams and then leaves the bathroom while shuddering* 

Duke: Did you turn on the sink?

Finny: Screw you, Duke. 

Duke: Okay, I should've told you about that.

Finny: Ya think! 

Brock: What happened to the sink?

Finny: When I twisted the faucet, it got set on fire.

Duke: Haha, that was awesome. 

Finny: F*ck you. 

Duke: *smirks* Well, I have no clothes on, so....

Brock: Shut up, drunkie. 

[Suddenly, Twinkle comes upstairs. Dawn follows her.] 

Twinkle: *face heats up when her eyes go to Duke, then turns around to whisper to Dawn* Do your thing. 

Dawn: *nods and turns Duke's towel into a pair of shorts in the same color and pattern* 

Duke: Oh dang, I have clothes on now. Ran out of time, Finny. 

Twinkle: I'm just gonna pretend I didn't just hear that. Anyway, I know what yesterday's RIM was. 

Finny: Ooh, what was it? 

Twinkle: It's the.. Void. 

Brock: Huh?

Dawn: Wait, doesn't your girlfriend work at the store, Brock? 

Brock: Oh yeah, but she doesn't know the RIM either. 

Twinkle: Well, I do. It's called the Void. Invisible, empty, infinite nothingness. 

Duke: Is it just me or do you sound more sarcastic than usual? 

Twinkle: No, it's the Void. Infinite nothingness. Just like how I feel. Like a void. I'm so done with life. I don't care anymore. 

Dawn: Sounds like depression. 

Duke: Aren't we all? 

Brock: Not me.

Duke: That's true, thanks, I don't care. 

Twinkle: Hey Dawn, wanna take a nap with me? 

Dawn: Yeah sure, Twinkle! 

Duke: But that's our thing! Yo Finny, wanna nap with me? 

Finny: Hell no! F*ck you! 

Duke: Geez fine. #rejection. #hello-darkness-my-only-friend. Stop saying "f*ck you" to me then. *voice becomes muffled* 

Void: Duke's voice has been cut off due to the explicit content. Stop it, Duke, stop it now. Being R-rated in skits is prohibited.

........... yeah idk, sorry, bye now. 

~ Cutepups