Deathkitten
I am the Deathkitten! Fear me!
Muse screamed bloody murder as Kali's hand was impaled into the cabinet. It took her a solid five seconds of flailing and staring in disbelief before she scrambled to get the first aid kit. She couldn't stop herself from shaking like a tree in a storm, fumbling with the bandages and everything, "I-I-I... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry m-miss Panzer. I'll be... b... be more careful." She was already starting to tear up and cry from her mistake, "Y-your hand... m-my... I'm sorry... I shouldn't sing ever unless I'm told to..."
She was feeling too comfortable. It was hell. This... damned thing always happened. This or someone did something she wanted, or... who knew what? She didn't want to make people her zombies.
"I don't want to make you my zombie," she whimpered, crying and sniffling as she bandaged through tears, "If... If you don't want me anymore... I'll understand, m-miss Panzer..."
Cam E. Leon
She was feeling too comfortable. It was hell. This... damned thing always happened. This or someone did something she wanted, or... who knew what? She didn't want to make people her zombies.
"I don't want to make you my zombie," she whimpered, crying and sniffling as she bandaged through tears, "If... If you don't want me anymore... I'll understand, m-miss Panzer..."
Cam E. Leon