Y's POV

"X is being uncharacteristically quiet," Y observed, looking over at X, who appeared to be furiously counting on xir fingers.

"I cursed xir to only be able to speak in rhyming iambic pentameter," Z said, wearily. "I expect this to buy us about fifteen minutes."

It was less than five.

"Ha-HA! Listen, you motherfucking clown,

I'm a prodigy, you can't keep me down,

All that you've done is increase my power

Buy my silence; ten dollars an hour."

"I want to die," Z said to Y, conversationally.

"So do the rest of us," Y told X. "You're not specail."

y preceeded to demonstarte how unspeicial x was. And after that was aover with, there was still the problem of X speaking in rhymes. xe spouted forth another worthy stanza of doom.

"This is even worse than before," Z grumbles.

the speed of x's replies was getting a little bit scary. They said another freaky thing in meter and scared both X and Y and Z.

x fell up xir perch. And then X dies.

Evan: Well... I have a confession.

Evan: WE... have a confession

freind: ooooooo whats the confession?!?!?!?!

Evan: We uh

Evan: We didn't write... about seventy percent of this.

firned: oh right

Evan: We actually used a prompt from Tumblr user Corvid Knowledge Hoard, and they are legitimetally helarious, so if you actually need any writing prompts you should absolutely check them out:

freind: YEAH!!