That’s a pity.
Yeah, I do, but talking to people who have direct connections with her can give me a more in-depth insight. She doesn’t think about her work every time she’s around. Oh, now we’re getting somewhere. I can dig that for you if you want—but since you’d prefer Arthur over me, I’m not so sure anymore. But is there any base of that suspicion? Did she ever look like she wanted to screw up?
And why do you want a more in depth insight? Oh, don’t tell me you’re hurt that I have more in common with your brother than you. He enjoys the finer things of life, torture, sadism, people writhing in agony. You enjoy….nice things that make me want to vomit. I can’t help that. But I might enjoy your company more if you did me this favor. And no, I simply want to cover all my bases. If I have to employ the use of a mortal, I have to make sure she doesn’t plan on fucking up.
Tell me, Evangeline, does your irritation make the wrath demons happy? Because if so, that might be what I’ve been aiming.
How? Well, she’s fun, and I think that’s kind of a self-explanation.
My irritation doesn’t do much for them, no. They prefer untainted souls.
Don’t you already know about her though? Can’t you use your stupid mind reading powers to see all her hopes and dreams? While you’re in there, you mind telling me if she ever decides to try to fuck things up for me?
I know. And I like rainbows and unicorns so it’s reciprocal.
Nothing. She’s fun. Maybe tell me a little about her because I’m slightly… interested.
Then go frolic with them and stop irritating me.
Interested? Interested how?
I’m sorry if I don’t suit your definition of fun, Evangeline, but hey, some people think I do suit their definition of fun.
Anyway, not all people know that Arthur has homicidal tendencies so they all just think I’m Arthur. Oh, also, I just met this… girl. Lotts. She runs errands for you, I believe?
You suit rainbow’s and unicorn’s definitions of fun.
Lotts? You mean Charlotte? Yes, she’s an errand girl of mine. What about her?
People believe that I’m Arthur rather easily. This is getting a little boring.
Why would anyone get you two mixed up? One’s fun, one’s…well you.
Well, more people to troll for me.
I nearly mistook you for dear Artie.
More people is not always a good thing. Irritating, for most.
Trust me, that’s not something that I can do even if I try to.
Sure it’s not.
Alright, fine, whatever you say. Hearing thoughts isn’t something that I can help anyway. And that’s my job, whether I want it or not, so there’s no way to stop it either.
No, but you can stop using it against me. Or try to not pay attention.
No, I don’t. Or, yes, I do, but I like to keep them for myself. I always act like I don’t know what people are thinking, if that makes you feel better about it. Alright, fine, my bad.
We can go shopping and find you a decent costume if you’d like.
It doesn’t make it better, I still know that you can hear it. I’d prefer if you kept your claws out of my subconscious, though. Sometimes I enjoy sleeping without having to worry about your so called “happy” dreams.
Thank you, but no.
Originality? We can make a list of the stories that you like and start from there, since I believe my idea of originality is far from your liking. And don’t say going as yourself is originality—that’s lack of ideas and pure laziness.
I’m sure you already know the stories I like, as well as the ones I dislike. Don’t you make a habit of mucking around in my head? And no, I was not saying that going as myself was original, and don’t you dare call me lazy.
“Destroy society, erase your enemy for trying to break you down. The only thing that exists in their poisoned mind. I’m not gonna take it anymore. This is my life, I wanna have control, I’m gonna make history. She feeds of the other people’s misery, the power is her greed. She’s trying to play God with your life but we all can see through. For how long can a woman hold her position? Do anything and still get away with it? What makes her so fucking special? A corrupted woman with power as her only friend.”