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    Berwald really didn’t know what to think of his situation. It had been a pretty normal day, until there was a knock on his door. When he answered it, he found a guilty looking Arthur holding a tiny Tino in his arms. Apparently, what was supposed to be a “business only get-together” had turned into this. Arthur promised him the spell would wear off by tomorrow morning. And that was how he wound up lying on his bed, six year old Tino lying beside him.
    Berwald sighed, and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, there was a small tap on his shoulder. He rolled onto his side, only to find Tino staring up at him. “You doing alright?” He asked the tot.
    “I’m doing just fine!” Tino squeaked, rolling onto his back, smiling lopsidedly.
    Berwald felt a small smile tug at his lips. With Tino laying on his back, his little arms above his head, he looked like a little throw pillow.
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Comfort
    Another day, another long meeting where absolutely nothing got accomplished. Matthew sighed, and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. At least he didn’t get sat on this time. He collected his papers rather briskly, not wanting to spend another minute in this stuffy conference room. He slipped out the door silently, and headed for the exit. However, a slight tug on his sleeve stopped him. He turned, and saw his pet polar bear, Mr. Kumajiro, staring up at him.
    “Who’re you?” The polar bear squeaked.
    “I’m Canada, your owner,” Matthew explained patiently. “Is something wrong?”
    “I’m thirsty.”
    Matthew nodded, opening his briefcase to look for the small water bottle he kept in there, just in case Kuma needed it. His brow furrowed in confusion, and he dug a little bit quicker. After a moment, he sighed, and closed his briefcase once again. Of cou
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Bored
                                                   ~Property of Mystery.~
    Matthew lay on the couch, reading a book. Mr. Kumajiro, or Kuma, as many people called him, his loyal pet polar bear, lay next to his legs. It was a relatively quiet afternoon, and Matthew preferred it that way. Finally, for once in his extremely long life, he could just enjoy some peace and quiet without any-
    "MATTIE!" Alfred shouted, running into the living room.
    And, he spoke too soon. With a sigh, Matthew put down his book. "Yeah?"
    "I'm bored!" Alfred whined.
    "And...?"
    "Help me figure out something to do, bro!"
    "Read a book," Matthew suggested.
    "I meant something that's actually fun," Alfred said dryly.
    "Well, you're gonna say no to all of my ideas then," Ma
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Gurgles and Coos (England X Baby! Reader).
                                             ~Property of Mystery.~
    "Hi!"
    You giggled, and gurgled out your greeting to your beloved Father.
    Arthur Kirkland beamed down at his adopted daughter, and took one of her tiny hands in his own. "Very good!" He cooed, giving the hand a gentle squeeze.
    You beamed, taking in the praise.
    Arthur had adopted you nearly five months ago. At that time, you were only six months old. Now, you were almost one. Every day had been a new adventure, and Arthur cherished you deeply. You brightened up his day, and brought a smile to his face. Currently, he was teaching you how to talk.
    "Can you say Arthur?" Said man cooed, grinning and squeezing your hand to encourage you. "Come on, say Arthur!"
    Your response was yet another gurgle, and you wiggling ar
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Laughter.
                                            ~Property of Mystery.~
    Author's Note: This story is dedicated to the wonderful Sideshow-Cellophane, who supports my work, and brings a smile to my face. Have a wonderful birthday, love.
    "CANNON BALL!"
    "Wh-ACK!" Arthur yelped in surprise as he felt something crash land on him, nearly breaking a few of his ribs in the process. He looked up when he heard obnoxious laughter, and let out a frustrated sigh. He should have known. "Alfred, you bloody git, get off," he grumbled, voice slightly muffled by his pillow.
    Alfred continued to cackle, and fixed his glasses. "Chill out, dude! I was just waking you up!" He said, easygoing as ever.
    "I don't care about that, just get off!" Arthur yelled, glaring up at the energetic American.
    Alfred's face fell, cheerful gr
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Bonding.
                                                 ~Property of Mystery.~
    Twilight Sparkle lay on her rug on her bedroom floor. She had a huge stack of books on her left side, and a plate of cookies with a glass of milk on her right side. She was reading one of the many books in the pile, which was lying open in front of her. The book was called, The Rainbow Cloud, and she rather liked it so far. It seemed like everything would be alright in the end. She loved happy endings. Her legs swung up in the air behind her, and she turned the page. She was so intrigued by the book, that she didn't notice the figure sneaking up behind her, until...
    "Got 'cha!"
    Twilight shrieked in surprise as she was scooped up off the floor, and into a pair of strong, welcoming arms. "Hey! Put me dohohohohown!" Her demand was cut short as ten wiggli
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Hide.
                                              ~Property of Mystery.~
    Ivan stared blankly at his coat. It had three large lumps in it. And he knew that they certainly hadn't been there when he set his coat down a few minutes ago. As a matter of fact, these lumps almost seemed to be... Moving. The Russian cocked an eyebrow, slowly leaning over, and picked up his coat.
    The three lumps immediately tumbled out. Only they weren't lumps at all. They were girls. More specifically, they were Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo. And to be perfectly honest, they looked rather surprised to see him.
    Ivan was surprised to see the girls too. He blinked, before smiling widely, and kneeling down. "Girls!" He exclaimed. "What were you doing in my coat?"
    Apple Bloom and Scootaloo didn't say anything, just looked around nervously.
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Gaming.
                                                 ~Property of Mystery.~
    The living room was a mess. Various magazines were strewn across the carpet, along with old chick flicks. Soda cans and chip bags were everywhere as well, and Toris wondered how Feliks could live in such a pig sty. "So," the Lithuanian began hesitantly, "why did you invite me over again?"
    Feliks looked up from fiddling with the television remote, and he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he said. "I just got this new game, and I figured we could, like, play it."
    "Oh," Toris mumbled, carefully stepping around the various items scattered around the floor, as he made his way to the couch. He cautiously sat down next to Feliks, setting his satchel in his lap. "What's this new game about?" He asked.
    Feliks shrugged again. "I'm not sure.
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A Collection of Short Stories.
                                          ~Property of Mystery.~
                                       Story number one: Names.
    "Big sister?"
    "Yes?"
    "Why did you pick my name?"
    Heidi froze, her teacup just above its saucer. There were a few moments of silence, before she steadied herself, and set the cup down. "Why do you ask?"
    Noah shrugged his shoulders, and turned to look up at the bright blue sky. "I don't know," he replied. "I suppose I've just always wondered why."
    Heidi nodded, staring down at the picnic blanket intently. There was more awkward silence between the two, the only noises being the birds chirping, and occasionally the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. Then Heidi
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2P!Hetalia x Abused!Child!Reader: England Part 1
Warning: Oliver's cupcakes and...2P FACE family...
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“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n)…”
Your hand hesitantly dove into the bag, and grasped around something square.
You pulled it out: a cupcake in a plastic container, with a pink bow at the top.
“Mine!” The British man’s voice sung from behind you. “Thank goodness! I thought that I was going to lose you, my little Cupcake!”
Several countries glared at the Brit, thinking he had somehow rigged it.
Then again, several of them also didn’t care…Or mind the fact that they wouldn’t get the girl that would need tons of care, and not have a stalker Oliver on their butts, because he would find a way to see (Y/n) no matter what. In a way, it was a good thing that you got the cupcake. He was among the nicest of the second players.
“Alright, everyone out!” Luciano exclaimed. “The girl’s been claimed,” He looked at you with indi
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Ticklish Afternoon
Russia x Lithuania, a very late birthday present for a friend. The beginning is not what to appears to be. Enjoy!
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Toris looked up at Ivan in fear. “N-no…”
“Da,” Ivan whispered in his ear.
Toris shook his head. “No!”
“Da!”
“No!”
“Let me take care of you,” Ivan lead him into the bedroom.
“No!” Toris whined, and tried to fight back. But it was no use. Ivan was far too strong. “P-please, I don’t want to! I don’t want it!”
“Yes you do.”
“IVAN NO I DON’T!”
“Yes you do. Do not deny it.”
“PLEASE! IVAN!” Toris was shrieking already, and kicking out his legs as he was guided to the bed.
“Just be happy that I did not do it on the couch, because it is more liable to break,” Ivan said cheerfully, and literally tossed Toris onto the bed. He straddled the smaller man with a happy smile. “Now relax.
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Guillotine
The human representation of France was in constant turmoil. The thoughts in his head went from the darkest pits of the repeating hell his peasant people went through, generation after generation, to thoughts of the peace and love that he yearned for.
This was one of those times, as ironically dark as it was, as the guillotine came down upon his neck.
He stayed quiet for the crowd—no need to make them scream and add being burnt alive to the agony beyond words of having one’s head chopped off and still be alive—and his body and head were thrown into a pit together in the middle of the woods. He waited until nightfall to gather enough strength to move his body.
A head separated from its corpse—not easy to move.
“Come here…” France’s head cooed as said body wandered aimlessly around the pit full of dead bodies and decapitated heads. “Come to Papa France, oui? Non, NON DO NOT PUT THOSE IN YOUR PANTS! NO! NON! BAD BODY, BAD! NO
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Attack on Austria
Warning: This is straight-up tickle torture, with ticklish Austria from Hetalia. Don't like, don't read.

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“Don’t—n-no. Prussia,” Austria placed his hands on his hips, trying to look as confident and stern as he could. “France…” He was being backed into a corner, literally. “Spain?”
The Bad Touch Trio lunged for him.
“NEIN!” This came out as an undignified squeal as Spain poked his belly and sides, and the other two forced him to the ground. “NEIN! Nein. Nein, neinneinneinNEINNEINNEIN! Bwa—HAHAHA! ST-STOOOOP!” France was sitting on his arms, holding them above his head. Spain was on the ankles and taking off the Austrian’s shoes quickly.
And Prussia—mein GOTT zat bastard can tickle!—was digging his hands everywhere he could. The sides were attacked first, definitely a ticklish point. Then Austria let out a mangled scream when he tickled the belly, and France added
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Happy Holidays: Oneshot
Happy Holidays. This includes FrUk and what happens to a certain British man who does not expect to spend Christmas with his family. Also involves language, to warn you.
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Britain sighed as the kettle of warm tea was poured into his porcelain cup. It was such a rare, beautiful day. The snow had just fallen so he would not worry about slush and filthy ice mud for at least a few hours (although it still needed to be shoveled, Arthur would ignore that for now). He stretched his back and popped it, relaxing against the counter.
Yes. All was good and quiet.
“HEY POPS! OPEN UP, WE GOT PRESENTS!”
…And there went Arthur’s nice and quiet morning.
Australia, Wy, and Hutt River all came in with suitcases and holiday-themed gift bags, obviously the presents.
“Hutt,” The Australian grinned, “don’t forget to get the rest of the bags.”
“Okay,” The older teen said. “Wy, don’t forget to get the rest of our bags.&
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    Berwald really didn’t know what to think of his situation. It had been a pretty normal day, until there was a knock on his door. When he answered it, he found a guilty looking Arthur holding a tiny Tino in his arms. Apparently, what was supposed to be a “business only get-together” had turned into this. Arthur promised him the spell would wear off by tomorrow morning. And that was how he wound up lying on his bed, six year old Tino lying beside him.
    Berwald sighed, and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, there was a small tap on his shoulder. He rolled onto his side, only to find Tino staring up at him. “You doing alright?” He asked the tot.
    “I’m doing just fine!” Tino squeaked, rolling onto his back, smiling lopsidedly.
    Berwald felt a small smile tug at his lips. With Tino laying on his back, his little arms above his head, he looked like a little throw pillow.
    ...Okay, so maybe that wasn’t the greatest term of endearment, but he was a little rusty at these sorts of things.
    “You’re probably a little bored, aren’t you?” Berwald mumbled to himself, noticing this wasn’t the best environment for a young child. He needed to give Tino something to do. But what… A lightbulb clicked on in Berwald’s mind. “Do you wanna have some fun?” He asked Tino.
    Tino perked up, nodding his head enthusiastically. “Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!” He repeated excitedly.
    Berwald chuckled softly. “Okay. You like to laugh, right?” He asked.
    Tino continued to nod. “Yes! Laughing is fun!”
    “Then I’m sure you’ll like this game,” Berwald said, before he placed a hand on Tino’s tummy, and began lightly wiggling his fingers. “It’s called Spider.”
    Tino immediately began to giggle at the sensations, and he brought his legs up to his chest. “H-hey! Thahahat tihihickles!” He protested.
    “Well, the spider’s legs do tend to tickle, if you’re particularly sensitive.” Berwald explained teasingly. Tino didn’t have a lot of strength, so he could easily push the child’s legs away, and free his hand. He tiptoed his fingers up to Tino’s ribs, and began to tickle the child there.
    Tino’s musical laughter filled the air, and he squirmed on the mattress. His dimples were showing through his big smile. “Stahahap!”
    “I wish I could, but the spider seems to enjoy your laughter,” Berwald answered. Truth be told, he was just hooked on tiny Tino’s adorable giggles and squeals, and he didn’t want them to end so soon. Now, his hand momentarily danced up to Tino’s neck, wiggling his fingers right in the crook, before he returned to the ribcage. “Tickle, tickle~”
    “Tehell thehehe spihihideher tohoho stohohop!” Tino begged, absolutely consumed by his own laughter.
    “It doesn’t seem to want to listen to me,” Berwald answered with a small shrug. “Sorry.” Now, his hand trailed down to one of Tino’s sides, and he began to lightly knead the soft, pudgy flesh.
    Tino let out a high pitched squeal, the loudest noise he’d made so far, and he bucked hard, crashing back down onto the bed. “NaHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEheheHEHERE!” He pleaded.
    Ah. Sweet spot. Berwald felt his lips quirk into a smirk. “Uh oh. It looks like your laughter has more spiders!” His other hand joined in, kneading, tweaking, wiggling, and scribbling along Tino’s remaining side. “They think you’re cute.”
    Tino’s laughter increased tenfold, until he was practically shrieking. “STAHAHAHA! AHAHA, AHAHAHAAA!” He was no longer able to talk through his hysterical laughter.
    One of Berwald’s hands moved down, and grabbed one of Tino’s ankles. He didn’t want the toddler to get too worn out, as he still wanted to continue for a little bit. While his other hand continued working on a side, two of his fingers from his hand holding the ankle lightly scratched at the tiny sole. “Cootchie, cootchie, coo~”
    Tino’s laughter calmed down somewhat, though it was still pretty loud. He kicked out his free leg and flopped around on the bed. “NohoHOHO! C-cahaHAN’T TAHAhahake ihihit!” He whined, trying to pout (though it was impossible with his laughter imprinting an open mouthed grin on his face).
    Berwald gave Tino a sympathetic smile, starting to pity the boy. He dropped the boy’s foot, and stopped tickling his side. He crawled above the toddler, and pulled up his shirt, revealing his bare stomach. This was his grand finale. He took a deep breath, and leaned down, blowing a gigantic raspberry on Tino’s tummy. Then another. And another. And another. He completely covered the tiny stomach and sides in ticklish raspberries.
    Tino break into shrieks, squeals, and hysterical cackling. His laughter was frantic, and soon it went silent. He was almost tearing up.
    Berwald took this as a sign to stop. He leaned back up, and pulled Tino’s shirt back down. He then lay down next to the child, and wrapped his arm around him. “You’re very sweet,” he whispered.
    Tino panted, catching his breath. His cheeks were flushed, and there was still a huge smile on his face. He was too tired to even move. “Th-thahank you,” he replied breathlessly. He closed his eyes, still giggling softly.
    Berwald couldn’t help but smile too. “Precious,” he murmured softly, running his fingers through Tino’s hair.
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Really late request for zippy122135. Sorry for the wait. Hope you like it. 

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    Another day, another long meeting where absolutely nothing got accomplished. Matthew sighed, and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. At least he didn’t get sat on this time. He collected his papers rather briskly, not wanting to spend another minute in this stuffy conference room. He slipped out the door silently, and headed for the exit. However, a slight tug on his sleeve stopped him. He turned, and saw his pet polar bear, Mr. Kumajiro, staring up at him.
    “Who’re you?” The polar bear squeaked.
    “I’m Canada, your owner,” Matthew explained patiently. “Is something wrong?”
    “I’m thirsty.”
    Matthew nodded, opening his briefcase to look for the small water bottle he kept in there, just in case Kuma needed it. His brow furrowed in confusion, and he dug a little bit quicker. After a moment, he sighed, and closed his briefcase once again. Of course he just had to forget it today. He began looking around for any other places where Kuma could get a drink. Finally, he noticed a drinking fountain by the men’s restroom. “There we go,” he said to himself, and walked over to it.
    He pushed the button on the fountain, and let Kuma lap up the water. Once he was finished, Matthew let go, and the water stopped streaming out. He was just about to leave, when he heard something odd. He stood still, ears straining. It sounded like muffled...crying. And, it appeared to be coming from inside the bathroom. Was somebody hurt? Did someone need help? Matthew couldn’t just leave now. So, taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open.
    Leaning over one of the sinks, their palms gripping the sides tightly, was Lovino. His head was bowed, and his shoulders were shaking. The crying was amplified now, and it was definitely coming from him.
    Matthew’s breath hitched, and he closed the door as quietly as he could. Then, cautiously, as if he was approaching a skittish animal, he walked up to Lovino. When he was an arms length away, he stopped. “...Are you okay?” He asked softly.
    Lovino stiffened, and whirled around, sending a glare Matthew’s way. His eyes were red and puffy, and some snot was smeared on his upper lip. “What’s it to you, invisible fuck?!” He snapped, though his scratchy voice took away some of the sting.
   Matthew flinched slightly, and took a step back. “I-I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I heard someone crying outside, and I...I just...I thought you might be hurt.”
    “Well, I’m not,” Lovino replied curtly. “So, if you could just leave-a me the hell alone, that would be fantastic.” He then turned back around.
    Matthew didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and the room was silent, save for a few sniffles and shallow breaths. “...What’s wrong?” Matthew asked gently, breaking the silence.
    Lovino didn’t reply for a few moments, as if he was pondering something. “I...I miss my brother,” he answered quietly, without turning to look at Matthew. “Ever since he met Ludwig, that Goddamn bastard, he only talks about him. He seems to have-a completely forgotten about me…” Lovino’s voice got choked up, and he stopped talking once more.
    Matthew was silent throughout the whole story, just let Lovino talk. He pitied the Italian, he really did. He knew what it was like to be forgotten. “Maybe you could try telling Feliciano all of this?” He suggested.
    “I...I can’t,” Lovino sighed. “I’m the oldest. I’m supposed to be-a the shoulder to cry on, not the one whining and blubbering.”
    Matthew nodded, deciding not to push any further. Then, he reached into his briefcase, and pulled out a crumpled rose. “Here,” he said, offering it to Lovino.
    The other turned towards him, cocked an eyebrow at the flower. “What is it?” He asked.
    “A rose. When I was little, Francis always gave me one to cheer me up when I was sad,” Matthew explained. “He said the stem of the rose has thorns, which represents the hard times in life. But, once you get past those, there’s always something beautiful waiting for you. I always keep one on me, just in case I need it.” He paused here. “I want you to have it.”
    Lovino didn’t say anything for a while, just stared at Matthew’s offering. Then, ever so slowly, he took the rose in his hand, being careful not to prick himself. He still didn't speak, just looked up at Matthew. His silence spoke volumes.
    Matthew stared back, before gently patting Lovino’s shoulder. He didn’t need a thank you. He knew he had done the right thing. Then, without a word, Matthew left the bathroom.
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Little story for Sideshow-Cellophane. 

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    Sleepovers.
    Isn’t that what little girls have?
    Stan sighed, and tucked his hands underneath his head. Maybe so, but here he was having one right now. Though, none of them really called it a sleepover. It was a get-together. A party, maybe. ...Nah, scratch that last one. A party was supposed to be exciting and fun. This, however, was not. Cartman had suggested the idea, insisting on them spending the night at his house on Friday. None of them had anything better to do, and it was pointless to argue with Cartman, so they agreed. Now here they were, duffel bags carelessly dropped in one corner of the room, basking in the uncomfortable silence. The most excitement they’d had all night was when Kenny showed them some…questionable magazines he’d brought with him (Stan had gone beet red, and proceeded to one of them at Kenny’s head).
    Finally, unable to take it any longer, Stan sat up with a frustrated sigh. “Cartman, did you actually have anything planned for tonight, or did you just want us to come over here, and waste our time?”
    Cartman looked up from his Nintendo, and raised an eyebrow at Stan questioningly. “I thought we were just enjoying the silence, dude,” he said plainly.
    “Well, I’ve had enough silence to last me the rest of the night. Come on, let’s do something before I die of boredom!” Stan insisted, flopping back onto the air mattress.
    Kyle, who had been quietly reading for a good portion of the evening, closed his book, and turned towards Stan. “Didn’t you bring anything to do?” He asked.
    “Yeah,” Kenny said, his voice muffled by his ever-present parka. “How did you expect to stay entertained?” He had been looking at the previously mentioned magazines with unmatched fascination.
    “I thought we were actually going to do stuff together. You know, what people usually do at things like this?” Stan answered in a flat tone.
    “I have an idea!” Cartman announced.
    Stan sat back up again. Cartman had gotten that familiar expression, the one that meant he was up to no good. An expression Stan knew all too well. But, he had nothing else to do, so he asked, “What?”
    “Hold on, let me go get it!” Cartman quickly set down the Nintendo, and opened his closet.
    The three boys exchanged glances as Cartman rummaged about, until…
    “A-HA!” Cartman exclaimed, and stepped back from his closet, a huge grin on his face. “I found it!” In his hands, there was a top-hat.
    “...A hat?” Kenny questioned.
    “Not just any hat, a Dare Hat!”
    “Dude, what’s a Dare Hat?” Kyle asked, looking at said hat suspiciously.
    “A hat filled with dares!” Cartman explained, reaching into the hat, and pulling out a handful of paper slips. “You use it to play a game! It’s called I Dare You! It’s pretty much Truth or Dare, but without the truths.”
    “Why’s that?” Stan asked.
    “Because those are lame.” Cartman gave Stan a deadpan look, and dropped the slips back inside the hat. “We each take turns picking a dare, and we have to decide how many points it’s worth. Whoever gets ten points first wins. If you’re really being a pussy, you can not do the dare, but that means someone else can take it from you.”
    “What happens when one of us wins?” Stan asked.
    “The winner gets a prize!” Cartman exclaimed, before sitting down on the floor, and placing the hat in front of him. “So, you guys in?”
    The other three exchanged glances again, before shrugging, and sitting in a circle on the floor by Cartman. How bad could it be?
    “Yes!” Cartman cheered, before grabbing the hat. “I’ll go first!”
    “Wait, how come you get to go first?” Kyle asked.
    “Because I said so,” Cartman replied.
    Kyle rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything else.
    Cartman pulled out a slip of paper. “Crack an egg on your head.”
    There was some slight giggling.
    “I’d give him three,” Kenny said.
    “Two and a half,” Stan offered.
    “Point five,” Kyle said with a completely straight face.
    “POINT FIVE?! FOR CRACKING AN EGG ON MY HEAD?!” Cartman shouted, making Kyle giggle. “I’ll do it for two and a half!”
    “Alright!” Stan said, clapping his hands and standing up. “Let’s do this!”
    All four of the boys went downstairs, and into the kitchen. Cartman opened the refrigerator, and pulled out the egg carton, making sure to select the best looking egg. Then, without any warning, he smashed it against the top of his head.
    A chorus of gasps and cheers filled the room.
    Cartman looked at his hand, and flung the bits of egg and small pieces of eggshell off of his fingertips and onto the floor. “Ugh!” He groaned in disgust. “Dude, it feels like fucking jizz!” He quickly ran to the sink, and began rinsing his hair.
    This only prompted laughter from the other three boys.
    Once Cartman’s hair was free of egg and eggshell, the boys returned to his room, and sat back down. “Worth it!” Cartman said, before picking up the hat, and holding it out to Kenny. “Kenny, it’s your turn!”
    Kenny waited a moment, before he took the hat, and pulled out a paper slip. “Attempt a backflip,” he read.
    The boys exchanged nervous glances.
    “Six,” Kyle said.
    “Five and a half,” Cartman said.
    “I agree with Cartman,” Stan said.
    “I’ll do it for five and a half,” Kenny said.
    “Okay, but… Where are you going to do it?” Kyle asked.
    Kenny pointed to the air mattress. Then, he quickly got up, and took his position, obviously wanting to get this over with. He didn’t do anything for a few moments, before finally saying, “Give me a count down.”
    “Okay… Three!” Stan started.
    “Two!” Kyle continued.
    “Just fucking do it already!” Cartman shouted.
    Kenny’s legs pushed up, and he was sent into the air, turning over just slightly, and… FLOP! Kenny landed on the mattress face first.
    The group hissed in sympathetic pain. “Dude, are you okay?” Kyle asked, concern coloring his voice.
    “I’m good!” Kenny confirmed, flashing a thumbs up.
    “Well, since it said attempt a backflip, not do a backflip… Five and a half points for Kenny!” Stan cheered.
    “Aw, sweet!” Kenny got up and fist pumped the air. “Remind me to jump a little higher next time!”
   Cartman rolled his eyes. “Stan, it’s your turn!”
    Stan took the hat from Kenny and pulled out a slip of paper. “Tie string to your wrists, and let somebody puppeteer you,” he read.
    Collective silence.
    “...Where do you even get these ideas, dude?” Stan asked Cartman, shaking his head.
    “Come on, that’s a good one!” Cartman whined. “I’d say you get two points.”
    “I say three,” Kyle said.
    “Two and a half,” Kenny said.
    “Fine, two and a half sounds good,” Stan decided. Just then, something hit him on the side of his head. “Ow!” He looked down, and noticed it was a ball of string. He glared at Cartman, who was smirking.
    “I get to puppeteer you!” He announced.
    Stan grumbled, but didn’t say anything back.
    Cartman immediately got to work, cutting off two long pieces of string, and tying them around Stan’s wrists. He stood up, and took a moment to admire his handiwork. “Alright, get up,” he ordered.
    Stan complied.
    Cartman took the ends of the pieces of string in his hands, and began to move them around. As he did so, Stan’s arms were forced to move as well. He began walking from one side of the room to the other, dragging Stan along with him. A few minutes later, he stopped, and dropped the strings. “It was cooler in my head,” he grumbled, sitting back down, and cutting the string off of Stan’s wrists.
    “As long as I got my points,” Stan mumbled, rubbing his wrists. He picked up the hat, and offered it to Kyle. “Your turn,” he said.
    Kyle tentatively took the hat and reached inside, pulling out his slip of paper. “Slide down the railing of the stairs,” he read.
    “Yes!” Cartman cheered. “I get to see you in pain!”
    Kyle socked him on the shoulder.
    “I say he gets six,” Stan said.
    “Five,” Kenny said.
    “I say five… But, if he falls off the railing, zero!” Cartman declared.
    “You’re on!” Kyle shouted, walking towards the stairs.
    The boys cheered, and turned to watch.
    Kyle walked to the top of the stairs, and sat on the railing. Then, he pushed himself off, sliding all the way down with ease. He jumped off, and smirked triumphantly. “Five points!”
    “Oh you son of a bitch, you got so lucky!” Cartman shouted, crossing his arms.
    Kyle just tossed him the hat as everybody sat back down.
    Cartman caught it, still fuming. He reached in, and pulled out a piece of paper, reading it to himself first. His face went pale.
    “What does it say?” Kyle asked, just now walking back into the room.
    “...Eat a ball of wasabi,” Cartman read quietly.
    It was so quiet, you could’ve heard a pin drop.
    “Seven points,” Kenny said.
    “Six points,” Stan said.
    “Six points,” Kyle said.
    “...Alright, I’ll do it for six!” Cartman exclaimed. “I’m not a pussy!”
    The boys got up, and moved to the kitchen once again. After a few minutes of rummaging around, Cartman found the wasabi in the fridge. He squirted some onto a spoon, and quickly shoved it into his mouth.
    The other three boys cringed.
    Cartman slowly set down the spoon, and turned away from the three.
    “...Does it burn?” Stan asked.
    A fist pounding on the counter was enough of an answer for him.
    A few minutes (and a lot more pounding) later, Cartman finally turned around again. “...I did it,” he said in a hoarse voice.
    The boys all cheered.
    “As for this,” Cartman began, turning towards the tube of wasabi on the counter, “GET THIS OUTTA MY SIGHT!” He shouted, chucking it across the room.
    Kyle burst out laughing.
    Once the boys had returned downstairs, Cartman passed Kenny the hat. “Your turn,” he said, voice still a little bit scratchy, his hands massaging his chest.
    “...Why are you rubbing your chest like that?” Kenny asked.
    “Because it’s burning!” Cartman rasped.
    Kenny shuddered, reaching inside the hat and pulling out a slip of paper. “Eat a jalapeño pepper,” he read. He looked at Cartman again. “Naw, I think I’m gonna pass on this one,” he announced.
    “Why?” Stan asked.
    “I already can’t handle spicy stuff,” Kenny explained. “And after seeing what Cartman’s going through… No thanks.”
    “Are you kidding me, man, that shit’s nothing compared to the wasabi!” Cartman shouted. “And besides, I’m probably gonna win now!”
    “So, it was worth it, then?” Kenny asked.
    “Hell no!”
    Kenny gave Cartman a deadpan expression.
    “I say he gets four points if he does it,” Kyle said.
    “Me too,” Stan agreed.
    “I say he gets three,” Cartman said.
    “...Fine, I’ll do it for four,” Kenny caved.
    And the boys were back in the kitchen.
    Unlike the wasabi, Cartman found the jalapeño pepper quickly, and pulled it out of the fridge. He handed it to Kenny. “Enjoy!”
    Kenny glared at him, but popped the pepper into his mouth, minding his parka. His hands curled into tight fists, and his eyes squeezed shut.
    “Feelin’ the burn?” Stan questioned.
    Kenny nodded, one hand coming up to fan at his mouth. A few minutes later, he sighed in relief. “Did it,” he announced. “I need some water after that.”
    After Kenny had been sufficiently hydrated, the boys went back downstairs. “Stan, you’re up,” Kenny said, handing over the hat.
    Stan took it, shaking it slightly to mix up the slips. He then reached in, and retrieved one. “Do a handstand for at least thirty seconds,” he read.
    “Four,” Kenny offered.
    “Three,” Kyle said.
    “Four if he does it, zero if he doesn’t,” Cartman said.
    “You’re on!” Stan grinned, standing up. “I’ll do it against this wall.”
    “I’ll time you,” Kyle said, taking out his phone to use as a timer.
    Stan nodded, pushing himself onto his hands. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t last fifteen seconds before he fell forward onto the floor.
    All the boys (excluding Stan) laughed.
    “Shut up!” Stan yelled, blushing brightly as he moved back to his spot. He threw the hat to Kyle.
    Kyle snickered one last time, before taking out a slip of paper, and reading it to himself. His face grew significantly paler.
    “What’s it say?” Kenny asked, leaning over and trying to see.
    “It… It must be a mistake,” Kyle said, handing the piece of paper to Cartman.
    Cartman looked it over, and smirked deviously. “Nope, that’s what it’s supposed to say!” He exclaimed, giving the paper back.
    “Dude, what does it say?” Stan asked.
    “...Have everyone in the group tickle you for at least one minute,” Kyle mumbled.
    Everyone was quiet.
    “No, I’m passing this one,” Kyle announced.
    “Oh, come on! Are you too much of a pussy to handle a little tickling?!” Cartman scoffed. “Girls do this all the time!”
    “Yeah dude, it’s not that bad,” Kenny agreed.
    “Would you do it for the win?” Stan asked.
    “It wouldn’t even work! I’m not even ticklish!” Kyle exclaimed.
    “...Dude. You really expect us to believe that after that reaction?” Cartman said flatly.
    “Shut up!” Kyle yelled, punching Cartman on the shoulder, his cheeks bright red.
    Cartman just laughed.
    “...Fine, I’ll do it,” Kyle grumbled. “But only for the win!”
    “Alright!” Cartman cheered. “Now, lie down and put your arms above your head.”
    Kyle glared, but did so.
    “I’ll time you,” Stan said, getting out his own phone.
    “This sucks,” Kyle grumbled.
    “Relax, it’s not like we’re gonna kill you!” Kenny exclaimed.
    “Alright, your time starts...Now!” Stan yelled.
    Kyle immediately shrieked as fingers dug into his armpits, and his arms snapped down reflexively. Unfortunately for him, they were immediately tugged back up, and pinned down by a massive weight that could only be Cartman. Laughter began bubbling past his lips, and he squirmed around. “O-ohoho myhyhy Gahahad! Stahahap!”
    “Dude, you’ve been going for less than ten seconds,” Stan said, chuckling to himself. His fingers started to idly poke at Kyle’s ribs and side, making the other twitch.
    Kyle was really beginning to regret his decision, and he tried to squirm away. “P-plehehehease! Ahahahaha!”
    “Aw, look. He’s begging,” Cartman teased, finding this entire situation to be immensely entertaining.
    “Sh-shahahat uhuhuhup!” Kyle tried to yell, but his helpless giggling ruined it. His cheeks felt hot, and he could tell his blush had darkened. He could feel his shirt being tugged up, and then somebody’s fingers digging into his stomach. He let out a screech that sounded like it belonged to a bird instead of a human, and began thrashing as much as he could.
    All three of the ticklers flinched in surprise. Kenny, who was the one to start on the belly, let out a thoughtful hum, and he stuck a finger in Kyle’s navel.
    “Dude, I think you found his sweet spot!” Stan said incredulously.
    Cartman was too busy cackling in amusement to join the conversation.
    Kyle was in hysterics. His entire body was shaking, and he kicked his legs fruitlessly. He squealed as he felt something wet and warm trail over his stomach. “K-KENNY!” He shouted. “W-wahas thahat yohour tohohohongue?!” He managed to look up enough to see Kenny tugging his parka back over his mouth, a smile lighting up his eyes.
    It felt like years before Kyle finally heard the timer go off (he was sure they’d set it for longer than a minute), but when it did, he felt the torturous sensations come to a close.
    Cartman was more reluctant than the others, but he stopped begrudgingly.
    Kyle let out a sigh of relief, and he lay on the floor for a few more moments, before slowly sitting up. “Alright Fatso, what’s my prize?” He asked, trying to rub the blush out of his cheeks.
    Cartman rolled his eyes, before turning around and rustling through his closet. There were some thuds and bumps, and a weird squeaking sound, before something was tossed outside.
    Kyle caught it, and looked it over. It was a ball of aluminum foil with his name crudely scribbled on it in red marker. “...What is this?” He asked.
    “Your prize,” Cartman answered flatly, sitting back down. “You get the Ball Of Lame. You know, instead of getting your name in the Hall Of Fame. Get it?”
    “THAT’S IT?!” Kyle shouted exasperatedly.
    “Yep. Maybe if you weren’t a Jew, you’d get something better,” Cartman said, shrugging his shoulders.
    Kyle threw the ball to the ground, and lunged at Cartman with an angry yell.
    Stan sighed, and threw his arm over his eyes. This was what he got for asking to have fun at a sleepover...
I Dare You
First South Park story. Sorry for the long Hiatus. XP

I don't own anything besides the story.
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1. Do you snore?
Yes, but not nearly as bad as my dad.

2. Are you a lover or a fighter?
I'd say a pretty even mixture of both.

3. What’s your worst fear?
Fire. 0_0

4. As a kid, where you a lego maniac?
No, not really. Not at all, actually.

5. What do you think of “reality” tv?
I really don't know what Reality TV is, so I'll just say the first two channels that come to mind when I hear it: TLC and Lifetime. My opinion on those channels: absolutely awful. Lifetime is pandering, and TLC is disgusting. But, I'd have to say I hate TLC more. Why? Three words: Toddlers And Tiaras. Oh dear God...! *vomits* However, at the same time, although I despise Toddlers And Tiaras, it's like a car accident for me: I hate it, but I can't look away. XD

6. Do you chew on your straws?
Yep, but my cousin does it more than me.

7. Were you a cute baby?
My family always gushes about how adorable and sweet I was as a baby (and still am to this day), and what soft skin I had, so I guess I was. XD

8. Is the single life for you?
Definitely.

9. What colour is your keyboard?
On my family's crappy laptop, it's the standard black keyboard with white letters. But, I always use my IPad (since our laptop is so slow it can't even run Google Chrome for two freaking minutes), and its keyboard is white with black letters.

10. Do your sing in the shower?
Very rarely, but mostly no.

11. Have you ever sky-dived before?
Nope.

12. Any secret talents?
Not really. All my talents are out of the bag.

13. What’s your ideal vacation spot?
Someplace warm, with a really cool living spot. Probably something Mid Century Modern (wow, I'm turning into my dad XD). I would like to be by the beach and/or a really awesome water park. And, of course, I would love to be by some good restaurants. Some places for indoor fun would also be cool.

14. Can you swim?
Yep.

16. Have you seen the movie "Donnie Darko”?
No, but the title sounds familiar.

17. Do you care about the ozone?
Um...I don't really know? I recognize the name, but I've forgotten exactly what it is.

18. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?
About five or six, then I get impatient, and start biting it. XD

19. Can you sing the alphabet backwards?
Thanks to They Might Be Giants, yes.

20. Have you ever been on an airplane?
I have once when I was a baby, but I don't remember it at all, so it doesn't really count. However, I will be going on one next Friday when I go to Washington, D.C.! I'm so nervous and excited! ^^^^

21. Are you a single child?
Yep. My parents said they got it right the first time. XD However, they said if I ever had a twin sister, they would name her Sophia, since my name is Mia, and then our names would rhyme. Pretty cool, if you ask me.

22. Do you prefer electronic or manual pencil sharpeners?
Electronic.

23. What’s your stand on hunting?
Unless it's for getting food, I do not support it.

24. Is marriage in your future?
Nope!

25. Do you like your handwriting?
Eh, I don't really have an opinion on it.

26. What are you allergic to?
Liquid Latex (which sucks since my favorite holiday is Halloween, and now my mom can't help me do any super gruesome and cool costumes XP), and some type of flower...Not too sure about that last one.

27. When was the last time you said 'I love you?'
Almost an hour ago, when my mom was leaving to go to the store.

28. Is Tupac still alive?
He lives.

29. Do you cry at weddings?
I've never been to one, so I don't know.

30. How do you like your eggs?
Scrambled.

31. Are blondes dumb?
Only ones with a dumb personality.

32. Where does the other sock end up?
In Hell.

33. What time is it?
SUMMER TIME! No, I wish, but it's actually 5:55 PM. XD

34. Do you have a nickname?
I have a million nicknames, thanks to my dad. One of his favorites is Shambila. He's such a nutcase. XD 

35. Is McDonald's disgusting?
Nope!

36. When was the last time you were in a car?
Almost an hour ago.

37. Do you prefer baths or showers?
Showers.

38. Is Santa Claus real?
He lives.

39. Do you like having you neck kissed?
...I guess...? It just feels like any old kiss to me...

40. Are you afraid of the dark?
I'm not afraid of the dark. I'm afraid of what may be inside the dark.

41. What are you addicted to?
Sweets, food, the Internet, tickling, artwork, and scary things.

42. Crunchy or creamy peanut butter?
Creamy.

43. Can you crack your neck?
Nope, but I can crack yours! :D I'm joking, I'm joking.

44. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?
Yep. It was weird. And expensive. '^^

45. How many times have you brushed your teeth today?
Once.

46. Is drug free the way to be?
Unless you need to drug to live a better life, and it won't harm you, yes.

47. Are you a heavy sleeper?
Yep, but not as heavy as my cousin. She slept through the Burglar Alarm accidentally going off, her sister screaming, and her parents trying to calm her down and turn it off all at the same time. That's impressive. 0_0

48. What colour are your eyes?
Dark brown, almost black.

50. Do you like your life?
No. I don't like living.
51. Who’s better: Stone Cold or The Rock?
I don't know who Stone Cold is, so I can't really make a decision. XP
52. Are you psychic
Sometimes I feel like I might be.
53. Have you read "Catcher in the Rye"?
No, but I want to!

54. Do you play any instruments?
Nope. I used to play the Viola, though.

55. Have you ever stolen money?
If picking up forty dollars I found abandoned on the street and keeping it counts, then yes. If not, then no. XD

56. Can you snowboard?
Nope.

57. Do you like camping?
Never been camping, so I can't say. I don't think I would like it, though...

58. Do you snort when you laugh?
Sometimes. ^///^ I have a really silent laugh.

59. Do you believe in magic?
It lives.
60. Are dogs a man’s best friend?
Depends on if that man likes dogs, and if that dog likes him.
61. You believe in divorce?
If it's a good solution to a problem, yes.

62. Can you do the moonwalk?
Nope. Not at all.

63. Do you make a lot of mistakes?
Haha...yeah. :(

64. Is it cold outside today?
Not really. It's pretty mild today.

65. What was the last thing you ate?
I think it was a slice of cheese pizza.

66. Do you wear nail polish?
Extremely rarely.

67. Have you ever been kissed?.
Yep.

68. What's the most annoying TV commercial?
The. God. Forsaken. McPick2. Commercial. If I hear that jingle. One more God damn time. *curls hands into trembling fists* So help me.

69. Do you shop at American Eagle?
I don't think I've ever been there, so nope.

70. Favourite song at the moment?
I'm really into The Velvet Ape by They Might Be Giants right now. It's so epic and creepy at the same time. I highly recommend you check out the music video. Here's the link to it: m.youtube.com/watch?v=HLTxNXMS…

71. Do you like your job?
I don't have a job, so I don't have an opinion to voice. XD

72. Do you like your classes in school?
*cough* ...Most of them... *cough*

73. How do you like your meat cooked?
I think I like it the best when it's well done.

74. Do you like these surveys.
Yep! They're really fun to do!


75. Do you know how to tag three peoples?
Yes I do!

BONUS!
76. Why did the Chicken Cross the road? 
To commit suicide by getting hit by a car because it hated its life.
  • Listening to: Monster
  • Reading: So B. It
  • Watching: CoryxKenshin
  • Playing: Drawn: The Painted Tower
  • Eating: A slice of cheese pizza.
  • Drinking: Water.
Mad respect for this great man. :D
  • Listening to: Are You Satisfied?
  • Reading: The Nameless City
  • Watching: JonTron
  • Playing: Cube Escape: Roots
  • Eating: A doughnut.
  • Drinking: Water.

Pride

DIVERSITY IS ART

Made with pride by the DeviantArt community

1. Do you snore?
Yes, but not nearly as bad as my dad.

2. Are you a lover or a fighter?
I'd say a pretty even mixture of both.

3. What’s your worst fear?
Fire. 0_0

4. As a kid, where you a lego maniac?
No, not really. Not at all, actually.

5. What do you think of “reality” tv?
I really don't know what Reality TV is, so I'll just say the first two channels that come to mind when I hear it: TLC and Lifetime. My opinion on those channels: absolutely awful. Lifetime is pandering, and TLC is disgusting. But, I'd have to say I hate TLC more. Why? Three words: Toddlers And Tiaras. Oh dear God...! *vomits* However, at the same time, although I despise Toddlers And Tiaras, it's like a car accident for me: I hate it, but I can't look away. XD

6. Do you chew on your straws?
Yep, but my cousin does it more than me.

7. Were you a cute baby?
My family always gushes about how adorable and sweet I was as a baby (and still am to this day), and what soft skin I had, so I guess I was. XD

8. Is the single life for you?
Definitely.

9. What colour is your keyboard?
On my family's crappy laptop, it's the standard black keyboard with white letters. But, I always use my IPad (since our laptop is so slow it can't even run Google Chrome for two freaking minutes), and its keyboard is white with black letters.

10. Do your sing in the shower?
Very rarely, but mostly no.

11. Have you ever sky-dived before?
Nope.

12. Any secret talents?
Not really. All my talents are out of the bag.

13. What’s your ideal vacation spot?
Someplace warm, with a really cool living spot. Probably something Mid Century Modern (wow, I'm turning into my dad XD). I would like to be by the beach and/or a really awesome water park. And, of course, I would love to be by some good restaurants. Some places for indoor fun would also be cool.

14. Can you swim?
Yep.

16. Have you seen the movie "Donnie Darko”?
No, but the title sounds familiar.

17. Do you care about the ozone?
Um...I don't really know? I recognize the name, but I've forgotten exactly what it is.

18. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?
About five or six, then I get impatient, and start biting it. XD

19. Can you sing the alphabet backwards?
Thanks to They Might Be Giants, yes.

20. Have you ever been on an airplane?
I have once when I was a baby, but I don't remember it at all, so it doesn't really count. However, I will be going on one next Friday when I go to Washington, D.C.! I'm so nervous and excited! ^^^^

21. Are you a single child?
Yep. My parents said they got it right the first time. XD However, they said if I ever had a twin sister, they would name her Sophia, since my name is Mia, and then our names would rhyme. Pretty cool, if you ask me.

22. Do you prefer electronic or manual pencil sharpeners?
Electronic.

23. What’s your stand on hunting?
Unless it's for getting food, I do not support it.

24. Is marriage in your future?
Nope!

25. Do you like your handwriting?
Eh, I don't really have an opinion on it.

26. What are you allergic to?
Liquid Latex (which sucks since my favorite holiday is Halloween, and now my mom can't help me do any super gruesome and cool costumes XP), and some type of flower...Not too sure about that last one.

27. When was the last time you said 'I love you?'
Almost an hour ago, when my mom was leaving to go to the store.

28. Is Tupac still alive?
He lives.

29. Do you cry at weddings?
I've never been to one, so I don't know.

30. How do you like your eggs?
Scrambled.

31. Are blondes dumb?
Only ones with a dumb personality.

32. Where does the other sock end up?
In Hell.

33. What time is it?
SUMMER TIME! No, I wish, but it's actually 5:55 PM. XD

34. Do you have a nickname?
I have a million nicknames, thanks to my dad. One of his favorites is Shambila. He's such a nutcase. XD 

35. Is McDonald's disgusting?
Nope!

36. When was the last time you were in a car?
Almost an hour ago.

37. Do you prefer baths or showers?
Showers.

38. Is Santa Claus real?
He lives.

39. Do you like having you neck kissed?
...I guess...? It just feels like any old kiss to me...

40. Are you afraid of the dark?
I'm not afraid of the dark. I'm afraid of what may be inside the dark.

41. What are you addicted to?
Sweets, food, the Internet, tickling, artwork, and scary things.

42. Crunchy or creamy peanut butter?
Creamy.

43. Can you crack your neck?
Nope, but I can crack yours! :D I'm joking, I'm joking.

44. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?
Yep. It was weird. And expensive. '^^

45. How many times have you brushed your teeth today?
Once.

46. Is drug free the way to be?
Unless you need to drug to live a better life, and it won't harm you, yes.

47. Are you a heavy sleeper?
Yep, but not as heavy as my cousin. She slept through the Burglar Alarm accidentally going off, her sister screaming, and her parents trying to calm her down and turn it off all at the same time. That's impressive. 0_0

48. What colour are your eyes?
Dark brown, almost black.

50. Do you like your life?
No. I don't like living.
51. Who’s better: Stone Cold or The Rock?
I don't know who Stone Cold is, so I can't really make a decision. XP
52. Are you psychic
Sometimes I feel like I might be.
53. Have you read "Catcher in the Rye"?
No, but I want to!

54. Do you play any instruments?
Nope. I used to play the Viola, though.

55. Have you ever stolen money?
If picking up forty dollars I found abandoned on the street and keeping it counts, then yes. If not, then no. XD

56. Can you snowboard?
Nope.

57. Do you like camping?
Never been camping, so I can't say. I don't think I would like it, though...

58. Do you snort when you laugh?
Sometimes. ^///^ I have a really silent laugh.

59. Do you believe in magic?
It lives.
60. Are dogs a man’s best friend?
Depends on if that man likes dogs, and if that dog likes him.
61. You believe in divorce?
If it's a good solution to a problem, yes.

62. Can you do the moonwalk?
Nope. Not at all.

63. Do you make a lot of mistakes?
Haha...yeah. :(

64. Is it cold outside today?
Not really. It's pretty mild today.

65. What was the last thing you ate?
I think it was a slice of cheese pizza.

66. Do you wear nail polish?
Extremely rarely.

67. Have you ever been kissed?.
Yep.

68. What's the most annoying TV commercial?
The. God. Forsaken. McPick2. Commercial. If I hear that jingle. One more God damn time. *curls hands into trembling fists* So help me.

69. Do you shop at American Eagle?
I don't think I've ever been there, so nope.

70. Favourite song at the moment?
I'm really into The Velvet Ape by They Might Be Giants right now. It's so epic and creepy at the same time. I highly recommend you check out the music video. Here's the link to it: m.youtube.com/watch?v=HLTxNXMS…

71. Do you like your job?
I don't have a job, so I don't have an opinion to voice. XD

72. Do you like your classes in school?
*cough* ...Most of them... *cough*

73. How do you like your meat cooked?
I think I like it the best when it's well done.

74. Do you like these surveys.
Yep! They're really fun to do!


75. Do you know how to tag three peoples?
Yes I do!

BONUS!
76. Why did the Chicken Cross the road? 
To commit suicide by getting hit by a car because it hated its life.
  • Listening to: Monster
  • Reading: So B. It
  • Watching: CoryxKenshin
  • Playing: Drawn: The Painted Tower
  • Eating: A slice of cheese pizza.
  • Drinking: Water.

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Hello! I am a random person. I probably won't put much on here. You can call me Mystery. Thank you for taking the time to look at my page! Have a good day!
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VyletsAlterEgo Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2017  Student Digital Artist
Happy early birthday!! :cake: :D
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Coffewithsprinkles Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you! :D
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VyletsAlterEgo Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2017  Student Digital Artist
You're welcome. :)
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Anolee Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2017  Student Digital Artist
Thank you for watching me. ♥ Rose
I really appreciate it :PeaceLily: 
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Coffewithsprinkles Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome! :D
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TheMoodisWrite Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for adding me to your watch list!  Digging the Pusheen icon!
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Coffewithsprinkles Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
You're very welcome! And thank you, I'm glad you like it!
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TheMoodisWrite Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Lots!  Super cute! >u<
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Coffewithsprinkles Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you! ^^
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JadeKingfisher Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2017  Student Digital Artist
thanks for the watch dear! have a nice day!
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