puts Them In A Jar And Aggressively Shakes Cause The Trauma Will Help Them Grow Big And Strong

*puts them in a jar and aggressively shakes cause the trauma will help them grow big and strong*

I got the Sun and Moon funko figures! I had to give Sun and paint job since his body had some grime that I couldn't get off, but I still love em!

One of my many, many writings

“Time to get up Patient 3114!” The black haired girl groaned and sat up. She was so tired and done with it all. All the tests, all the gross mush called food, and most of all, the reason she was there. The social experiments. What would a demon prefer to eat, fish or deer? What do demons hate more, rabbit or wolf? She hated it all. Everything they gave her was good, she just hated the experiments. Always watching. There were cameras everywhere. The demon flicked her tail when the scientist told her to enter a room and pick something to eat. She nodded, stepping inside and sitting down. Another scientist came in with a cart of meat with numbers on plates. 3114 looked up at him. The scientist sat down and pointed at the cart. “Plate one.” The demon nodded, picking up the warm meat and eating it. Lamb. “Plate two.” She picked up the next plate and took a bite. This was new. It was something 3114 never had, yet it was better than everything else. She savored it and ate it slowly. More. I need more. “3114. Plate three, do not make me repeat myself.” “...More..” “More of what.” “..Good food. More good food.” The scientist shook his head. “No more food.” “What is food.” “Something new we’re trying.” The demon sniffed the scientist. He smelled just like the meat. Must have more. She needed more meat to eat. It was so good. “You smell like it.” “What.” “You smell like food.”