I swear I hate Felicia more every time I use her. She's ditsy, sad backstory, I mean come on, friends?! Ugh, this has to be the most worthless job ever. I might not even get paid! So... why was I doing this? It was a... good question. One I didn't know what to do with... Grabbing my bag, I started stuffing materials in, some food(mostly hard, stale bread), a dagg3r, a bow and arrows, and a change of clothes. It'd probably be easiest to k!ll him at night. Maybe if the king and queen are found dead(stoned), and the prince found dead by me, I could have a shot at the throne. I doubt it though, nothing ever goes as planned, does it? I mean, take this trip as an example. Scotch batted my head, annoyed I forgot about the cat draped on my shoulders. I patted his head, "Sorry Mr. Sass, I was ranting, we've all got drama. Not everyone has a cool parent like you-" I shuddered at the thought. The sad thing was, not a whole lot of Felicia's character was made up. My dad really does come home a little set off from all the brews he's had, and his debt to the pub is immense. Even though he works there. And my mom. It was ironic what she said to me the day she d!ed. Ha! Even better? I'm the one who killed her. "C'mon Scotch." I said, hoisting my bag over my shoulder. He meowed, and jumped off my shoulder before he was squished. I grinned maliciously, "Scotch, let's go k!ll the prince."
Ya'll this is short and so late but like- ✨procrastination✨ #ProcrastinationNation
