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It's okay. I'm the one that should be sorry since I didn't add that the rp was closed and done for.

I'm sorry, but this rp has been closed, due to me being a terrible GM. I'm so sorry!

"Honestly, why am I leaving Maime alive? She's telling every single person she knows, so she's definitely a hazard to my survival." Emily asked the air, now confused by herself. Slowly, however, she smiled sinisterly, "Because we're playing a game of cat and mouse." She finally decided, "And...

Emily sighed as she sat down and continued to fantasize about how she would kill Maime. Smashing her head in, tearing her in half horizontally or vertically, gutting her, tearing her apart limb by limb... The list could go on and on, and she couldn't wait to kill that waitress after everyone in...

"The hope is mutual." Emily said to herself when they were gone, then closed the door and sighed, "Well, at least they won't kill her. I wonder what people they're going to disguise as next."

"Plus, if she's gonna die, it'll be me to kill her. You don't get to bargain, so don't try." Emily growled, raising a blackened clawed forearm once again.

"OH MY GOD NO!" Emily's arms turned to ooze and stretched out the door to latch onto the two. "At least get into some other skins! Seeing a homeless woman who has a headshot wound and a police officer with a stab wound walk around together would be super sus, so you would get discovered!"

"Looks like the cop was pervy. Really wonder why he was killed." Emily said sarcastically, "And anyway, it is fun to watch her struggle. She's watching all her great friends die at a shapeshifter's hands because she was careless with her actions. I want to make her watch the last person in this...

Emily snickered at their bickering, "I'm not being reckless, I'm trying to survive. Maime's the one who's ruining it. She's the one telling every single person she knows and trusts that I'm a shifter. I'm just killing them so that nobody except her knows. Want someone to be mad at? Be mad at...

"I told you I was going to tell her," She answered, "You didn't stop me from searching for her, even gave me a bit of advice! How could I not tell? Besides, she didn't believe me. Or did she see you, and realize I was right? Also, you choose the skins of the worst people to inhabit. Exactly why...

"Get off of me, and I'm not playing any kind of game!" Emily shouted, pushing him off of her, "What the hell are you even talking about!?" She raised her arm, the forearm blackened and clawed in case she needed to attack the two. Whatever the walker was talking about, she didn't know. She was...

"I'm sorry." Emily apologized and left, going back to her home, "Maime's not gonna get rid of me. I'll wipe out this entire town and skip over to the next." She smiled once she was inside her house and told herself, "I just need to make sure that anyone she tells dies."

"I'm honored," She answered sarcastically, "But seriously, skin crawlers and walkers are worse. Skin crawlers make you scratch your skin off, and walkers tend to act like the person whose skin they're wearing, which is okay, but then they act terribly if the person they're disguising as is...

"Oh shut up. Least I'm not as bad as skin crawlers and walkers." Emily defended herself, continuing to lean on the table.

"Well, what are you researching? How to get rid of me?" Emily whispered and persisted. She didn't know why she found it so funny to bother Maime, but she wanted to keep going.

"No, I'm really not. I tore Wells open, and a skinwalker fell out instead of blood and guts. And the dog barfed up a skinwalker too. Now they're disguising as those two kids, Trevor and Bill." Emily reassured Maime, then added, "Also, skin crawler isn't a good name for shapeshifters. That's a...

"Okay. Well, just wanted to tell you..." Emily looked around before continuing, "Wells and his dog were skinwalkers." She said quietly, leaning on the table.

Emily rolled her eyes at the child but didn't answer. This was why she, and many other shapeshifters, HATED skinwalkers, along with the hatred just being mutual. Despite the brattiness, Emily took Trevor's advice and changed her direction to the diner. She arrived at her destination after a bit...

"I'll take note," Emily called to them before they started walking away themselves and quickened her pace to a normal speed. She wondered where Maime went to live while she walked, sighing, "Well, she doesn't have any friends to go to besides that coworker of hers... But I haven't even gotten...