Susan is a great liar/trickster, remember that.

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

Ok so me and my mom we're walking on the beach. And because I'm giga-chad (Okay more like medium-chad because I ain't tall) I was like "See ya at the end of the beach." and then I ran off like Sanic when you're smashing the boost button and going brr.

So I kept running

and running

and running

and running

And again because I'm medium-chad I did actually reach the end of the beach. Now an acktually athletic person may say that running 5 miles on sand none-stop is not impressive, but past me greatly disagreed when they went all "YEEEAAAAH!" as I reached a big ol rock.

And then I was like "Ok, cool, let's relax."

And then I did that.

Then I climbed up big rocks and looked at a nice water view (Very pog-champ.)

Then I climbed down and checked out food place. (Not as pog-champ. Cuz Meat. Which as you know, meat ewww. Ewww. EWWW STINKY POOPOO.)

So then I was like "Ayy yo this is cool, but I need to get back home." which I said this after I found a nice pair of baby shoes for my baby sister. (Epic, I know.)

I also drank a water bottle I found from the sand. (Magic???)

And then I was beginning to run back and I finally saw my mom, WALKIN. So of course I needed to flex about running all the way to the end of the beach. BUt she was tired because she was born in the 1960s...BCE.

So when began to walk back but like...I ran...and she old. So are feet hurt like a loooot!

And it was dark, (Spooky)

So then we spent like...the next 2-3 hours walking in the dark, on the beach, with our feets hurting a lot. (Had no phone, so no feet pic to show wait I do actually took feet pic of my feet when went back home but like nooo can't show or u know me.)

Epic. A true adventure.

Tis cool thou guys, we back and livin. Though our feet are trying to assassinate us so like that's an L.

But guess who got a new pair of shoes?

YUUUUUSSS, QUEEN BABY SISTER SLAYING WITH HER OLD ASS SANDALSSS!!

Ok, that's all.

(Also I was super supportive and nice to my mommy about her feets hurting and inspiring so hit me up tinder ladies lol jk but not really fr.)

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

"Oh my, you might be a better liar than even I."

On instinct I turned around and found that the demon's glowing red eye was but a foot away from my head.

Demon of inconvenience: "Truly, masterfully done."

I tried to find a way to respond that wouldn't make me look insane to Carlo.

There wasn't one.

And so I stood there, teeth clenched as the demon's glint informed me of all its soft laughters and snide smiles.

Demon of inconvenience: "Though, I'd have to dock a few points for falling to your own trick. After all, a liar who buys into their lie is little more than a fool. Though, I suppose that does fit you well. Like a worn-glove in-fact."

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I tried to swat at the Demon, but it moved too far back for my dainty arms to reach it. And when I took a step forward I felt a light force halting me, like a pig when it's tied to the fence.

Carlo: "Susan, what are you doing?"

I turned once more and now found that I'd nearly broken out of Carlo's pinky hold on accident. In turn, Carlo's face was even more unsure than before.

Susan: "A fly was in my ear, I was just trying to swat it away."

Carlo: "Oh...okay. Well...try not to do that."

Susan: "Do what?"

Carlo: "Swat at flies, you could uh...hurt one."

While I waited for the punch-line of Carlo's joke his face turned from mellow to stricken.

Carlo: "Don't give me that expression, you said you'd listen!"

Susan: "What? You mean...you actually give a shit about what happens to a fly?"

Carlo: "Of course I do! They have lives also Susan, you need to at least consider them when you're moving around! Or people might get the impression that you don't care!"

Susan: "...About a fly?"

Carlo let go of my pinky.

Carlo: "Yes! And stop giving me that look! I'm not making a joke or acting stupid. And if you keep looking at me like I am then...then there's no point of even doing this! So-"

I wrapped his pinky around mine.

Susan: "Alright, slow the hell down. I just didn't get you, okay? And even if I don't get it, it doesn't mean that I won't try to. So like...chill."

Carlo: "Ok...okay. I'll uhm...."

Carlo breathed in and out. And with each breath the shakiness of his hand gradually lowered.

Carlo: "...Sorry. I just...really don't want to disappoint Mom."

Susan: "..."

Carlo: "And...I know you just want to prove that you're sorry. And I know should give you a chance but...it scares me. A lot. Because Mom got really upset because of what you did. And if that happens again it'll be my fault! And it can't be my fault! I...."

A long and thick silence took hold of both of us. Multiple times I tried to cut out of it with a witty reply or thoughtful gesture.

But each time I tried I felt my body stiffen like I'd become acutely aware of how even just looking the wrong way could mean certain death.

And so, nothing was actually said or done.

...Only when I noticed the near tears in Carlo's eyes did I gain the strength to act. For... what is the point of silence, if it is cutting just as deep as any word?

Woah...that's deep.

Susan: "Hey-"

I guided Carlo's chin up with my two longest fingers.

Susan: "You don't need to worry about any of that crappy stuff. Because I'm not breaking my promise. And...your mom's gonna be really happy real soon, ya know why?"

Carlo returned my smile with equal levels of forced nonchalantness.

Carlo: "Why?"

Susan: "Because she's about to learn that her son patched things right up with the awesome delinquent girl. And she'll give you tons of stars. And other nice stuff."

Carlo snickered.

Carlo: "You really have a way with words Susan."

Again, I flushed, which only made Carlo's snickering all the sharper.

Susan: "m-My words are just fine! So like...let's share it with your mom and my dad so...so they know things are cool between us."

Carlo's smile widened.

Carlo: "A true poet you are."

Susan: "s-Shut up!"

To his credit, he did.

We went on to walk through the hallways in complete silence.

But it was not a cold or harsh one. But warm and tender. Like how quiet your head is right before you fall asleep.

...Part of that was likely due to the fact we hadn't let go of our pinky clutch. Which now had evolved into an awkward hand-holding.

...If Betty was here she'd definitely start making weird jokes about that.

...

Still, this is kinda ni-

Demon of inconvenience: "Soon."

I bit my lips to avoid Carlo hearing my shriek.

Demon of inconvenience: "Oh, why so surprised? Did you think I wouldn't come back? No, I was just seeing the sights as you and momma's boy 'talked' things out. After all, it'll make what comes next all the more enjoyable."

...

Carlo: "Hey, Susan. Are you okay? You're uh squeezing my pinky. It...it kinda hurts."

Susan: "s-Sorry."

Demon of inconvenience: "Oh, you should be. After all, the time has come. Or have you already forgotten our plan?"

I gulped as words of the past broke into my present.

Demon of inconvenience: "Once you've convinced him to follow it is a matter of timing. Wait by the door that will soon become Ms.Care's coffin lid. And while my eye spies for the flames that will soon be in sight, you will distract Carlo until the time is right."

As I recalled those words, I realized something else.

Demon of inconvenience: "Once I return you will know that it's time to act."

Me and Carlo had reached Ms.Care's door, and from it's small window I could see a light.

With the colors of hell-fire.

Demon of inconvenience: "Time to show Carlo-"

Demon of incovenience: "His mother's death."

The final section! (Section.)

Uuuuuh, how could she.

And how could I end this chapter?

By ending it.