What is Originality

1. Ghostie

2. Spam

3. Cynthia

4. Human!Mrontu

5. Litbel


II. One of your characters decides to make a grand entrance into a random tavern. How does that go? Pick either Character One  or Character Four :
---Human!Mrontu---
Mrontu growled, eyes narrowing at the man who utterly refused to give him what was rightfully his. When he finally spoke, his voice was like the venom of a spitter snake. "I won the contest, so you do your end of the deal and give me back Ghostie."
All the men did was shake their head. With a smirk, Mrontu just shrugged, mumbled 'okay', and then...
Well, they didn't put up much of a fight, that's for sure.


III. Jealous, Character Three tries to make a grand entrance as well but somehow fails… why is that?
Cynthia bursts open the door, a wide smile on her face as she proclaims, "Ghost-lette! I'm here to save--" Her sentence is cut short as her blue eyes widen at the sight. Mrontu, with Ghostie at hand, was standing, just looking at the mountain of dead bodies. When he finally notices Cynthia, he smirks, and each word he speaks seems to echo in her mind,
"Oh, Cynthia. You're late."


IV. A character is surrounded by many enemies and decides that the only thing they can do is fight! How does that go? Pick either Character Two or Character Five
--Spam--
The Microbes laughed as Spam pointed a gun at their leader, Jackson. "Is that all you've got, Spam? Really? A simple gunshot won't kill me. Face it. You're dead."
With a little whimper, Spam shook her head. "Shut up! You're wrong! WRONG!" She sobbed, lowering the weapon. As Jackson got closer, leaning in to touch her shoulder, Spam grabbed his hand, and with her other free hand, she punched him. The scream he gave could be called exagerrated.
"W-what... why does it... hurt?" he asked, clutching his stomach, though it was not the area she hit.
With a proud smirk, Spam repeated the male's own words, "'The simplest of actions can do so much more than a difficult one.'"

V. Character Three is depressed and decides to get drunk.
Cynthia giggled as Ghostie dragged her out of the bar. The almost invisible girl sighed, opening the car door and flinging her drunk friend in. She took a moment to stare at the blond, who was looking at Ghostie with a dumb smile. "Cynthia," She began, taking a deep breath. "You're drunk."
A light laugh was the reply the other conjured up, along with, "Oh, G-Ghostieeee~!" A hiccup. "I'm not-" Another hiccup. "Drunk! What makes you say that?"
"Your words are slurred, and you're acting like an idiot." Ghostie replied, sighing. Cynthia gave a childish pout.
"Nu-uh! I'm not d-drunk!" A giggle. "Y-You're just... Jealous..."
"Yep. You're drunk."


VI. An event like no other takes place and Character One and Character Two get into a battle to the death. Who wins?
Broken. Bloodied. That was how they were, with Ghostie having the upper hand, despite being in the same condition as Spam. "F-F*ck..." the other exclaimed, making the ghost snap out of her thoughts. "You... ah... Mind doing me a favor?" Ghostie looked down at her, before nodding.
Taking a deep breath, Spam continued, "Uh... T-Tell da'-- I mean, Romano... t-tell him.. I.. I tried, yeah?"
Feeling tears sting her eyes, Ghostie nodded once more, watching as the other laid down, closing her eyes. Spam was going to sleep. She was going to sleep before dying. Watching this, Ghostie fell onto her knees, and began sobbing.
"Oh.. Oh, God... I-I'm sorry! I'm so so...sorry..." Then it happened. The world began fading into a dull blackness. No peace. Just blackness.
And there they lay, both of them, dead.


VII. Character Four or Character Five accidentally drink a love potion. Who do they fall in love with first? Character Two or Character Three?
Litbel picked up the strange pink liquid, chugging it down in one gulp. Her eyes landed on her friend, Spam, who was studying her curiously. "Does it taste good?" The red-eyed girl asked, and Litbel soon found herself hypnotized by those eyes, only being able to give a weak nod as a reply.
"Huh? Oh, uh... Y-Yeah..." The other's eyes narrowed at the stuttering blond, who was just staring at Spam, before right out hugging her. Giving a yelp and a little jump, Spam attempted to push Litbel off her.
"Oi! Get off!" She hissed, only to have a finger put on her lips, so shush her, before being replaced by Litbel's own lips in a small, sweet kiss. Red met blue as Spam's eyes widened, and she stuttered out, "W-what d-do you think you're d-d-doing?"
"Kissing my love. Hmm, I think I'm going to do it again!"


VIII. Since Character Four or Character Five are under a love spell, how do they try to spoil their partner?
"Litbel, you really didn't have to..." Spam mumbled, gazing curiously at the new supply of clothes her 'lover' bought her. A giggle eminated from Litbel.
"Aw, but I wanted to! My love deserves the best, and only the best!" She hugged Spam from behind, resting her head on the smaller girl's shoulder. "Although, you're already the best, so I suppose these could come at a close second."


IX. Character Two tries to steal from either Character One or Character Five. Do they succeed?
Spam moved through Litbel's house quickly, swiftly, trying her best to avoid being caught. As she entered the kitchen, she found just what she was looking for; Litbel's sunglasses. The blond had a habit of leaving things like keys and acessories in the kitchen (for some reason Spam didn't want to understand).
As she reached to grab them, a cough from behind her made her jump, and she twirled around only to be face-to-face with Litbel, who's arms were crossed, and a confused expression showed on her face. "Spam? What are you doing?"
She couldn't move. Spam was literally frozen in place. Her throat felt so dry, she had no idea how she managed to speak the three words. "Stealing your sunglasses."
However, to her surprise, the girl just laughed, and nodded. "You could've just asked, you idiot."


X. Character Three throws a slumber party but only invites one person. Which character did they invite?
Cynthia let out a little 'woop' as Ghostie entered her house. "Alright! Ghos-tieh! We're gonna have sooo much fun! I've already got everything planned. To my room!" Without letting her friend speak a word, she ran up the stairs, followed by a quiet ghost with a shy smile on her face.
"Okay."


XI. All of the Characters get together for a 'wholesome' dinner… does it go well? Give details.
It was sitting there, in a table, across from each other, that they all realized something.
They hated eachother.
Mrontu hated Cynthia, shown by the glare they gave eachother as they fought for a seat next to Ghostie, who was trying to get them to stop, but failing. She stopped her attempts as soon as Spam came in, only to give a glare at the other, herself. Spam returned it, along with a not-so-nice hand sign.
Litbel hated Spam, nowadays. The horrible fight they had was... well, horrible. And none of them really liked one another, anyways. Needless to say, it wasn't a very fun dinner.


XII. Mysteriously, Character One dies. Character Three and Character Five are the only ones around.  How do they react?
As she dropped to the ground, dead, Cynthia let out a shreik. "G-Ghostie!" she yelled, grabbing her friend only to find how terribly cold she was. "W-wha... G-Ghostie! You idiot! W-What happened?!"
Litbel watched the scene, before letting in her own opinion, "Umm, Cynthia...?"
Said girl whipped her head around, glaring at Litbel. If looks could kill. The anger in her voice was obvious, even in the simple word, hissed out so menicingly Litbel feared for her life. "What?"
"U-Uh... Isn't Ghost-lette a... well, a ghost? So... How can she die?"


XIII. Character Three gets into an accident. What were they riding? How did it happen?
Cynthia cried as Ghost-lette examined her broken foot, rolling her eyes at her childish friend. "Only you, Cynthia, would break a foot when riding a bike with training wheels."
"Hey! It swerved a lot, okay?!" The blond tried to defend herself, but she failed in Ghostie's eyes. She just shook her head, laning over and planting a kiss on Cynthia's forehead, making her blush wildly. "G-Ghostie...?"
Ghostie just smiled, and replied, "A kiss to make it all better!"


XIV. Character Two tries to get a job with the help of Character Three and Character Four. How did that go?
"Thanks for helping me get a job. You know, since we're enemies and all..." Spam mumbled, scratching her head. Cynthia just gave a little wave of her hand.
"Oh, Spam, don't be like that! Who else would annoy us if you didn't have enough money for deadly machines?" She laughed, while Mrontu just glared.
"Maybe we should get you a job, too." He hissed at Cynthia, who glared back.
"Oi, catman, I would respect your elders if I were you."
"Really? My 'elders'? I'm the king of the Underworld! I have no elders!"
"Oh, shut up you stupid--"
"SHUT YOUR D*MN MOUTHS AND FIND ME A JOB!" Spam screamed over their voices, letting out an annoyed sigh. "Idiots..."


XV. Character Three or Character Four decide to leave a tavern. How does that go? Why did they leave?
"Alright, we've got Ghostie. Let's go." Mrontu mumbled, pushing Cynthia aside as he dragged Ghost-lette. Cynthia huffed, following.
"Hey! She's my friend, too! You don't have to leave me behind!" She scolded, but was only congradulated with a scoff.
"You're the third wheel, smart*ss."


XVI. Character One wakes up in the bed with a random character of your choice!
Ghostie's eyes widened as she looked to the side, only to be greeted by a sleeping Spam, whose curl was sticking out at an akward angle. As she tilted her head, Ghostie found herself staring at the brunette, who looked so peaceful sleeping. But her thoughts kept drifting to yesterday.
When did Spam get into her bed...?
All Ghostie remembered was going to the bar to find Cynthia, and getting drunk, and then... She looked back at Spam, only to have her eyes drifting off to the curl. What does it do, anyway? She thought, reaching over to pull it.
She gave it a light tug, only to be completely shocked by the reaction...


XVII. A character of your choice becomes a supreme being and creates the world in their image.
Mrontu laughed, an evil smirk coming unto his face as Cynthia and Ghostie stared at him, both their eyes widened. "I told you," he chuckled, "I told you I was king. You didn't believe me. Now, I chose what happens..."
His smirk widened as Cynthia let out a little squeak. "A protest?" She shook her head. "Good. Now, where to begin... A perfect world... Where Cynthia doesn't exist!" With a cackle and a little 'no!', Cynthia faded into nothing, along with all memory of her.
Ghostie looked up at Mrontu, who patted her head. "C'mon, love. Let's leave this stupid place."


XVIII. Before we go, all of your characters want to take a moment to ask you (their creator) for something that they have always wanted.
1. "Could I pretty pleeeeeease not get into anymore trouble?"

2. "I want... for Litbel and Usuk to go rot."

3. "Ghostie! Uh, d-did I say that outloud?! I-I meant, cookies."

4. "World domination."

5. "Forgiveness..."