Purple McCoolio POV

Butterflies are so cool, I love them so much, they're so coulourful-wait was that my name? Isn't it sad that my name doesn't have to do with butterflies? Well, it's colouful at least (Or... COLoUR). You know what else is the light of my life!?!? Moths, I love moths, not volourful friends, but you know, they're pretty cool :). AND PEAS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, right, the reaping, I think they're waiting for me at the stage. There was already a strange looking humanoid on stage, who was in a strange position that didn't look comfortable. They were doing a handstand, with their orange(?) hair falling across the stag like a see. Butterflied come in orante, but they don't ususally act tlike this.

They were wearing a plain white tank top with a sleeve that was on fire, and a shirk that ;=looked like an old man. They were wearing a mask too. It looked like it was made of water, yet somehow crawled across their face like a snake. They wore sunglasses and no shoes.

They didn't have feet either, nor hands, or a ody, or teeth. IT WAS RATHER IMPRESSIVE, AND THE SOCKS WERE NICE. They ate at the person, like my overwhelming anxiety and sociopathy ate at me every night that I went to sleep after 4 in the morning. SOEAKING OF WHICH, I THOUGHT ID SEEN THEM OUTISED MY WINDOWS AT FOUR AM SOMETIMES, WEIRD.

I took my place beside this strange person, wondering if they were friend or foe or sentipede.

Evan: LET THE FAN ART COMMENCE

Friend: Fanart. People. Please.

Orange: I can't wait to be drawn!!!

Purple: Me too :)

Friend: we're gonna have to describe purple...

Evan: Yeah... NEXT CHAPTER!!

Friend: EVENTUALLY

Evan: Petty much! See you next time, my beautiful readers! Yes, you are all beautiful. And smart. And cool. You all are cool.

Friend: what.

Evan: Goodbye for now everyone!