Happy pride guys
also a meme I stole
I don't really talk about the LGBTQ+ community much but I do support so happy gay day my peeps
Also holy cheeseballs thank you for 70 followers-

My mother is sending me back to dance... HELP
DONT SEND ME BACK TO THAT VILE PLACE MOTHER-
aight I'm done gn guys

TW





I HATE MYSELF. I'm ugly and stupid. I'm too naive. I'll never be good enough. My art was never good. I hate my art. Everything I draw is ugly. I hate my face. I hate how ugly I am. I hate my body and my hair. I hate my skin. I hate being black. I hate this. I'm worth nothing. I'll never be good enough for my parents. I hate that I have nothing to live for. I'm such a loser. I don't want to be alive as long as she's here. I want to die. I hate being alive. Please just end me.

Help I've been grinding on project SEKAI for like 30 minutes I have no motivation to work 😩🤚
Also, Tsukasa's birthday is on the 17th of may (same week as mine too) and I'm hyped for the concert (lol no one knows what I'm talking about)
Anyone got drawing recommendations? I probably won't do them all but I'm having a brain fart. Also my head hurts and I only got 4 hours of sleep 😃
God I'm sleepy-

I forgot that my thing doesn't support secondary accounts
WHYYYYYYYY

I got another email for violating the terms of service. Idek what they took down this time. So I'm, making a backup account later.

This was the red one for the rainbow project. I was scared to post it since it's a lil bloody so I but it here so medibang can't take it down

Also disregard the has seen Yuri on ice. I've only seen clips. And the coming out at a young age as well. Still debating if I'm bisexual or if I just think that girls are also really hot.

Medibang took the post down for no reason-
It won't let me repost it whyyyyy
It said I failed to comply with the terms of service but it didn't even tell me which term I violated so now I don't even know what I did wrong so I can avoid doing it again
(Inserts crying emojis)

TW cuz I talk a lot and I'm kind of annoying when I vent-
Also the drawing has nothing to do with the vent, I just enjoy drawing and black and white
Side note: I'm going through a lot right now but please don't worry! Plus, Fruits Basket is relieving my stress.

Is it just me, or do you get that feeling where you think you're going to die alone and everyone who cared about you is going to throw you away and get on with their lives? It's just, I feel so empty, like something is missing. I just don't feel like myself lately. No one cares about me anymore, do they? I feel like a monster. I can't believe I really thought people cared about me. I'm lying to myself. My personality has been ripped off. I feel as if I've lost everything. The little bit I have is not enough. I'm scared. But it's not like I expected for someone to genuinely love me, right? It's not like they were ever going to. My life is a lie. It's just deja vu with all my nightmares repeating themselves. Hopefully, it'll be over soon. I'll be over soon.
(Sorry if this sounds dramatic, I'm just a little moody. Hope you all have a great day!)

I know I haven't posted in 4 days and for that I apologize. I'm getting a new tablet so I haven't drawn anything to post. I'm kind of going crazy because I haven't gone this long without drawing, for me drawing is like caffeine I can't live without it. But I should get my new tablet soon enough. So sorry for this inconvenience.

When all your friends get fanart but no one makes anything for you when you make everything for them:
:(

I keep losing followers for no reason. What did I do wrong :(

Sorry there was no Honeypie in Wonderland this week. There will be an episode next week, promise. I've just been going through a lot right now. My life has been a mess and I really needed the spring break. Sorry for not posting, I've been really sleepy lately. I am the queen of ✨sleep deprivation✨ as you guys know. So sorry that I haven't been sticking to my posting schedule, I just need some time to get my life together. Thanks for understanding and there will be and Honeypie in Wonderland next week!!

I have a massive headache and also I'm swamped with work for school so not posting anything this weekend! Sorry TwT

Probably and most likely no posting on Sundays and Tuesdays.
Maybe posts on Monday and Wednesday.
Honeypie and Wonderland on Thursday/Friday.
Always posting on weekends.

I lost two followers TwT
Why can't I go on hiatus in peace-
I'm just taking a break to deal with school jeez

I was planning to post more HIW, but this has gotten on my nerves. I am fucking tired of this. Every day, I'm told that I'm a guy, because I'm not as feminine as other girls. So what!? I'm still a female, god damnit. People say it's because I fight. So are you saying that girls can't fight? That girls can't defend themselves?! So if I'm getting bullied, you just want me to stand there like some defensless hoe? Hell no! If standing up for myself makes me a man, so be it. In my opinion, that's bullshit. Women and men should be treated with equal respect. Today I took a personality test with my friends, that determined if we were more masculine or feminine. And I got more masculine than feminine. But in my defense, that test is sexist bull. It asked questions like, are you assertive or are you caring? Like, the fuck?! Is that supposed to mean that only males can be assertive? What kind of sick trash is that?! And for those who got more feminine kept bragging about it. So what's so bad about being a guy?! I just don't understand how sexist and shitty the world can be sometimes. Plus, are you telling me that men are supposed to be strong smart human beings, but women are supposed to be defenseless, dependent, stupid pieces of shit that sit still and look pretty? If that's the case, then I don't wanna be a girl anymore. Fuck feminism I guess. Society just gets worse and worse every day. Sorry if reading all this wasted your time. New Honeypie in Wonderland coming soon.

Hosting a contest, see post for details. 9 days left, don't wait!!!

Finally, my mom has purchased a new charger for me on Amazon so now I can stop ranting about how my old one was broken :D
Bad news, until it comes, I can't post any artwork TwT
I can post sketchbook drawings! But they be ugly and I do digital art more than anything else now. I can just posts updates and Doors for now.
Hopefully my charger will come soon =w=
(Also sorry for the bad grammar in this post, I speak clear English but I do not feel obliged to use proper grammar or terminology in this post. Enjoy my Zero cover of Miku as the picture for this post.)

Chapter 1- Part 3 (Chapter 1 Finale)
The teens hurried into the cramped dusty kitchen and started looking for ingredients.
Cheryl: The ghosts of this mansion? Yeah right. Mark should just give me-
Dante: Us.
Cheryl: Yes! Us the money already, we’ve already won.
Dante: Do you know how to cook, Cherry-bear?
Cheryl: No, but I know someone who does! Butler! Butler? Where’s my butler?
Dante: Babe, this isn’t your mansion. Your butler isn’t here.
Cheryl: Right! I’ll call him then.
Dante: Isn’t that… cheating? Plus, the door is locked, he can’t get in and it’s raining outside.
Cheryl: My butler always finds a way. Plus, it’s not cheating. It’s ‘special assistance’.
Cheryl took out her phone and called her butler.
A few seconds later, a man with a mustache crashed through a window on a motorcycle, glass all over the floor.
Butler: You called, miss?
Cheryl: Yes. Prepare me a… green pea casserole with a grilled pork steak and some mashed potatoes and grits. When you’re done, set it on the dining table thing near that rainbow skull.
Butler: Yes, ma’am.
Dante: Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, I know how to cook a lot of things like-
Cheryl: Oh, sweetie! Just trust in the process! Plus, you were already running around like a dog, I don’t want to tire you out some more.
Dante: …Okay.
With Wendy…
Wendy set Nameless down on the dusty countertop.
Wendy: Okay, Nameless. What should we cook?
Nameless: …
Wendy: Cake? But we have to cook, not bake.
Nameless: …
Wendy: Frog pie? But you need to bake frog pie too. Plus, frog pie is OUR thing. I like Skully, but that pie’s always been a special thing between the two of us.
Nameless: …
Wendy: Well, cooking is an art form, and I draw. But I’m not that good!
Nameless: …
Wendy: Pizza? I mean, I guess it counts as cooking. Sure, we’ll make pizza.
Nameless: …
Wendy: Um, I think there’s dough in the-
Jonathan: Ugh! Can you stop talking to that stupid cat toy?!
Wendy: Nameless is not stupid. You’re just jealous cuz you don’t even have imaginary friends! No stuffed animals, no mind pictures, no companions to call your own!
Jonathan: I have friends!
Wendy: Murderers have friends-
Sal: Wendy! Um, can I talk to you, in private?
Wendy: Mm-hm! Cheryl, can you watch Nameless for me?
Cheryl was trying on Snapchat filters, not even paying attention.
Cheryl: Sure, yeah, whatever.
Sal and Wendy stood near the corner of the kitchen near a trash can.
Sal: I told you not to provoke Jonathan. You know very well what he could do to you.
Wendy: But am I wrong?
Sal: Look, you’re standing up for yourself, that’s great, but DON’T go there.
Wendy: Why?
Sal: It’s a rather… sensitive topic to discuss. And you only know half the story, while the rest of us…
Wendy: Well, that’s because no one tells me anything! Just because I’m the youngest doesn’t mean I’m the most innocent! I know what death is, I know how babies are made!
Sal: Wendy-
Wendy: No! It’s not fair! You think I’m soft? I’m not! You think I’m that perfect little girl, but I’m not! Not even my parents think so.
Sal: What…?
Wendy: …I hate my stepmom; I tell her that every day!
Sal: Your parents… actually…
Wendy: Divorced. Yeah. And she’s so annoying! She makes me want to kill myself-
Sal: No, Wendy. You’re all I have. I told you, enough with the suicidal thoughts.
Wendy: … You’re just like Jonathan.
Sal: … What?
Wendy: You also have no friends…
Sal wanted to cry, but she didn’t.
Sal: … I’ll tell you about the incident later, okay?
Wendy: Sorry, Sal-
Sal: I’M FINE.
Sal stormed off and rummaged through to fridge. Wendy patted Nameless on the head and searched the cabinets looking for dough.
Wendy: You stay put, Nameless.
Jonathan: *in mind* I hate that stupid toy. I’ll rip it apart whenever I get the chance.
3 Hours Later…

Mark: Times up! Present your dishes to Ezekiel!
Skully: Skully.
The teens brought their foods to the dining table and stood at the back of them.
Skully: Ooh! If skulls could drool, I’d be overflowing!
Mark: Glad you like their selection! First, Wendy!
Wendy: Okay! Here we have an all-topping pizza with extra cheese and homemade tea to go with it.
Skully: Ooh! Gimme!
Wendy picked up Nameless to cut out a slice and then Wendy brought the slice to Skully. Skully gobbled it up. She tried her best to tilt some tea in his hollow eyes.
Skully: This is delicious! The tea, it’s sweet! Bitter, but tasty! 4 out of 5 skulls!
Wendy smiled and skipped back over to where she was standing.
Mark: Next, Sal!
Sal: Okay! So, I made balsamic glazed steak rolls. Um, I know it’s not the most extraordinary thing but it’s all my mom taught me to make before she-
Skully: I get it. I know how it feels. I wanna taste!
Sal brought a steak roll towards Skully’s mouth, and he chomped it from her hand like a hamster and struggled to chew through the steak and onion.
Skully: Well, it’s chewy. But! I can tell you were in a bad place when you made this. Almost as if you were about to cry. 4.5 out of 5 skulls!
Sal: Thank you!
Skully: Hey, maybe I know your mom.
Sal: You do?
Skully: Yeah. What year did she pass?
Sal: 2013.
Skully: Wait, what’s your name?
Sal: Sally Roberts.
Jonathan: *laughing* Sally?
Sal: Why do you think you guys call me Sal all the time? I know, I love my mom, but she’s so bad at names.
Jonathan: *chuckling* Really? What’s the name of your dog?
Sal: … Bark.
Jonathan laughed hysterically.
Sal: Technically when my mom died, we renamed Bark to Chewy.
Jonathan: Still, that’s rich.
Skully: Oh, I do know your mom!
Sal: Really?
Skully: Yeah! It’s a blur but I recall in 2015, we met.
Sal: Really? How?
Skully: Sometimes, ghosts of the dead choose if they want to haunt or help and at what mansion. Your mom basically crashed here.
Sal: My mom… is here? Mom! Can you hear me?
Skully: Actually, she can. But she can’t respond. She chose to help, but only those who haunt can speak.
Sal: Oh… wait, so you haunt this place?
Skully: Just this dining room.
Mark: Okay, we can talk about all this later. Dante and Cheryl?
Cheryl: Yes. Butler?
Butler: Yes, Senor Skull. For you we’ve prepared a green pea casserole with a grilled pork steak and some mashed potatoes and grits.
Skully: Oh ho! Give me!
The butler gave Skully a spoonful of each thing on the platter. He kept asking for more and more.
Skully: This is amazing! Finer than the finest wine! 5 out of 5 skulls for taste!
Cheryl: Yasss!
Dante: For taste-
Mark: And last but not least, Jonathan!
Jonathan: Meh, my dish is just what I eat at home every day. It’s what my dad feeds me.
Skully: It looks disgusting. Is your dad abusive or something? Who hurts your dad?
Sal: *laughing* Damn, Skully.
Skully: I’m just wondering! That crap looks like what rats eat.
Jonathan: Just taste it. Doesn’t it smell good?
Skully: I don’t have a nose, but I don’t need one to tell that it smells REAL bad.
Skully gulped down a spoonful of Jonathan’s sloppy mess. Skully started coughing up.
Skully: *coughing* Ew! That thing is disgusting! 1 out of 5 skulls!
Jonathan: Yes!
Cheryl: Why are you happy? This means you get eliminated.
Mark: Nope. It means you get eliminated.
Cheryl: What?! Why, Sully-
Skully: SKULLY.
Cheryl: Skully liked my food!
Mark: The challenge was to make your own food, not call your super reliable butler to do it. Here’s a tip for you, Cheryl, listen to your boyfriend sometimes.
Cheryl: But Jonathan’s was horrible, Skully said so!
Skully: Even though it was horrible, Jonathan made the crap himself.
Jonathan: And for the record, I do know how to cook. I just knew that you two would have no chance!
Cheryl: This is ridiculous-
Wendy: Now it’s time for you two to go!
Dante: Wait, so we both get eliminated?!
Mark: Yup. You should have just made something, then you’d stay, and your girlfriend goes bye.
Cheryl: Dante loves me, he would never leave me, isn’t that right, Dante?
Dante: Well, um, yeah?
Mark: Well, that means the rest of you are safe. You are free to go explore the rest of the house until the next challenge. Talk to Skully if you want, he’s full of stories.
Skully: You wanna hear about my experiences in World War 6?
Sal: There’s a World War 6-
Mark: Oh yeah! Also, 2 new contestants are joining!
Cheryl: What?! Who, why? The signups are done!
Mark: Yeah, but since you two already lost so early, we need to new players to replace you.
Cheryl: Please, Mark! Show mercy!
Mark: Mercy? Hah, I don’t do ‘mercy’. Especially not to you.
Dante: *whispering* Cheryl, apologize to Mark.
Cheryl: Mark, I’m sorry for what I’ve said, and done. I-I know you hate me, but I promise that I’ll be nicer! I cheated and I know what I did was wrong, but I just didn’t know how to cook. I should have listened to Dante. I’m sorry.
Mark: The one you should be saying sorry to is Dante. Do you know how many times he’s considered breaking up with you?
Cheryl: … What?
Mark: I’ve been doing contests like this for years. I’m a good observer.
Cheryl: Dante… I-
Dante: It’s fine. Look Cherry-bear, I have to admit, what Mark’s saying is true. I just feel like… you’ve changed.
Cheryl: *voice cracking* No! I can-can do better, I-I promise! Dante, please! I’m sorry!

Cheryl started to cry, but not even Wendy bought her act. Well, was it even an act? Dante caved and couldn’t stand to see Cheryl crying. Plus, her mascara was running, she looked like a demon. Dante gave her a big bear hug and sacrificed his shirt to her mascara.
Dante: It’s… it’s okay, Cherry-bear. I’m here.
Cheryl: *ugly crying* I’m sorry, Dante!
Dante: It’s okay.
Wendy: What a suck up…
Jonathan: You got to give her credit though. That is some UGLY crying.
Mark: Okay! Okay! Since it’s too early for eliminations, you two can stay. But I already told your replacements that they could come tomorrow, so you all will be playing with two new players!
Wendy: I hope they’re nice, right Nameless?
Nameless: …
Jonathan: *in mind* I can’t stand looking at that stupid toy. Maybe… I can get rid of it somehow. Without Wendy knowing.
Mark: You guys are free to explore, I’ll come back on the PA when it’s time for dinner.
Sal: Okay. Wendy let’s go check out our cellars!
Wendy: Okay! Bye, Skully!
Skully: Bye kids, have a good time!
Wendy: Wait, do you want to come with us, Skully?
Skully: What! No one’s ever asked me such a question! Of course, yes, I’ll go with you!
Wendy carefully picked up Skully trying to hold Nameless at the same time. The two girls excitedly ran downstairs to the cellars.
Cheryl: I guess I’ll go to the cellars too. Are you coming with, Dante?
Dante: Actually, I need a shower. I’m going to the bathrooms.
Cheryl: Okay, then. Meet me in my cellar when you’re finished, then?
Dante: Um, okay…?
Jonathan: Is there a living room here? I wanna watch some TV.
Mark: Yeah, but it’s very old and dusty. No one’s turned it on in 6 years.
Jonathan: Well, I’ll try.
All the teens parted ways to explore the house until the next challenge.

So first of all, I posted Doors Chapter 1 Part 2, you can go read that in my activity or in the timeline. And 2 I ASKED THIS LIKE MORE THAN 3 DAYS AGO WHAT THE HECK-
Sorry for the aggression. But I love making song covers and I don't want the covers to be just about song I listen to. So please suggest song TwT

Chapter 1-Part 2
They stepped into Door 6 and inside was a dining room with a big chandelier and a bunch of creepy paintings of kings that died and queens that were exiled. On the refectory table on the side was a colorful skull with hollow eyes.
Cheryl: That skull creeps me out…
Dante: It’s just a skull, it won’t do anything.
Wendy: Why is it so colorful?
Sal: It’s kind of cute!
Jonathan: Typical for the outcast-
Sal: Jonathan, I swear to God-
Mark: THAT’S ENOUGH. Stop worrying about the skull and SIT DOWN.
The teens grumbled and sat down at the dining table nearby. The vibe was tense, and Jonathan sat on the far left away from everyone else.
Mark: Now, let me explain your first challenge-
Skully: Pipe down Mark, would ya? Some skulls wanna get sleep.
Cheryl jumped up from her chair.
Cheryl: The hell?! Did that thing just talk?
Mark: He-he, Cheryl’s delusional. As I was saying-
Skully: You haven’t fed me souls in the last 30 years. That can starve a head, you know.
Wendy: … Souls?!
Skully: Ha-ha, I’m just joking with ya.
Mark: Skully! You promised you wouldn’t talk!
Skully: I know. I’VE KEPT THAT PROMISE FOR 30 YEARS. Maybe when you feed me, I’ll quiet down.
Sal: Feed? Are you hungry?
Skully: You bet I am! Mark is the most abusive father I’ve ever had! Couldn’t feed a skull for clout.
Wendy: Father?
Skully: Mark’s my dad. WHO HAD THE AUDACITY TO KILL HIS OWN SON IN HIS OWN WAR!
Dante: Mark’s a murderer?!
Cheryl: OMG, we gotta leave-
Mark: NO! Don’t listen to the skull!
Cheryl: Dante, let’s go!
Dante was already out of Door 6 as he yelled “Way ahead of you!”.
Sal and Wendy didn’t move, and Jonathan took out his phone again and stretched his legs out on the dining table.
Sal: You’re not scared, Wendy?
Wendy: Why should I be? Plus, Nameless tells me that Mark means no harm, killing his son was an honest mistake.
Jonathan: Oh, come on. That stupid toy can’t talk.
Wendy: Not to you. Just to me.
Jonathan: Whatever.
Sal felt like teasing.
Sal: Are you scared, Jonathan?
Jonathan: Me? Hell no! I’m not scared of anything!
Sal: Really? How many horror movies have you watched then?
Jonathan: Huh?
Sal: Horror movie count. Mine is 66-
Jonathan: 67.
Sal: Okay. Which one’s your favorite?
Jonathan: Um, uh… Pennywise.
Sal cackled and laughed harder than she ever had before, almost crying tears. Wendy snickered but stopped when she caught Jonathan giving her a death stare.
Sal: *laughing*That’s… not even, the name of the movie!
Jonathan: Right. Is the movie called… Balloon??
Sal burst into even more laughter. She wheezed. Wendy didn’t care about the death stare this time, she laughed too.
Sal: It’s called ‘It’, you idiot.
Skully: This kid doesn’t know the name of one of the most iconic horror films! I’ve been in this dining room for more than 80 years and even I know!
Jonathan flushed red but turned around so Sal couldn’t see his tomato face.
Jonathan: *flustered* Whatever. It just… didn’t come to mind.
Sal: Keep telling yourself that.
Jonathan and Sal smiled at the same time. Wendy hugged Nameless tighter.
Sal: I see why you like teasing now. It’s fun.
Jonathan: Now you see my perspective.


Meanwhile, with Cheryl and Dante…
Cheryl: Where’s the main door again?
Dante: It was over there, right?
Mark: There’s no use kids. You agreed to stay for 17 days, so the main door is hidden and locked in legal reasons.
Cheryl: This is legal?
Mark: I think so. And if it’s not even better, Ha-ha!
Dante: *whispering* Freaking nutjob.
Cheryl: Dante! Find the door!
Dante scattered around the mansion, but the only open door was Door 6. It was like a maze, and without Cheryl helping him, Dante was running around like a mindless mouse.
Dante: *panting* Cherry-bear, can you help?
Cheryl: I’m sorry sweetie, I can’t. Running around in heels is a hazard and sweating makes me gag.
Dante: You don’t have to run around.
Cheryl: YOU don’t have to run around.
Dante grunted and continued running around. In his head he thought about the good times they used to have together, and how now he was just her little plaything, toying with his emotions, using him without knowing. Dante questioned if Cheryl still good intentions was what she had, if she still loved him. He suspected no. If they won, they weren’t even going to use the money for good. Dante wanted to give it to a charity event his dad had been talking about, but Cheryl wanted to brag about it and blow it out in a day at the mall.
Dante: *in mind* Where’s the Cherry-bear I used to know?
A few minutes later, they came back to the dining room, moping.
Jonathan: You guys decided to stay for more?
Skully: No. Dad won’t let them leave.
Mark: Look… how about this? Your challenge was actually something a lot more, brutal, but to make up for all this, your challenge is to prepare a meal for my son, Ezekiel.
Skully: Oh, for the love of Aralia. You know I hate that name.
Mark: It’s a biblical character.
Skully: You kill your son and call yourself a Christian or a man of religion? Alright kids, call me Skully. For generations, Skully is what I’ve been referred to, NOT Ezekiel. That stupid name reminds me of a past life. Becoming a talking skull was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I see things in a new perspective now. And none of my 18 wives could make me change my mind.
Sal: Aw.
Jonathan: Whore.
Sal: Jonathan!!! Mind your language.
Jonathan: Like you’ve never said the ‘sh’ word.
Sal: *angrily*Because of you, I’m about to lose my sh-
Mark: Okay! The kitchen is to the left. The ghosts of the mansion have upgraded the food so now it’s not rotten or spoiled, so no excuses. Hope your moms taught you how to cook! You have 3 hours. And that starts… Now!
A horn blared from above and the teens rushed to the kitchen! It was time to cook!

So I know that if I didn't ask you guys that I'd end up doing covers for every VOCALOID song in existence. I wanna branch out a bit. It can be any song! If anything, I'll probably do Don't Come Crying because I've wanted to draw Circus Baby and post it on my ART Street for a while. It can even be an FNF (Friday Night Funkin) song! You tell me. Also, I've been meaning to practice my backgrounds so does anyone have any tips TwT

So, first off. Doors Chapter 1 Part 2 is coming out today! Well, at least I hope I can get it out today. Second of all, I know Constance is being abused :< I know I've only been making stuff for Doors and that Constance has been kind of neglected. But if I have time (or charge in my tablet) I'll add the 3rd installment soon. 3rd of all, everyday I say: "Oh Leon and Kiyoko are OCs I'm going to feature in a comic I'm making!" But I haven't touched that comic in 2 months. So I'll probably ask Ashu what we should do because I meant for the first comic to be out a while ago. But moving my lazy butt to work on it isn't working. So I'll ask Ashu. And lastly, I wanna talk a bit about my posting schedule. So my goal with my ART Street is to just get my art noticed by others, but I can't do that if I post too little or too much. So I try my best to post at least once or twice a day. But I've realized that it doesn't matter about my desire to draw, but if my tablet feels like charging. Also depends on how much homework I have, if I have upcoming tests to study for, etc. So that's all! Wait also, I just want to say something about my contest. So as of right now we have 3 entries but some part at the back of my mind is scared that by the end of the month that those will be the only entries. So if you can or want to, please consider joining. But that's all! Also speaking of work, I'm going to do my history homework. (I have so much of it omg-) Bye!

When your tablet has 86% and you come back 3 hours later and it has 87:

So first off, I keep getting friend requests from random people. But when I decline, i lose a follower. So I just want to make clear. I do not turn down friend requests because I'm mean, but because I don't know who you are. Being safe is my top priority. The only reason I friended Bacon and Midnight was because Bacon brought me up when I was down and actually became a new friend of mine and Midnight is a really good artist that Bacon knew. So please don't be offended if I turn down your friend request. Also sorry that I haven't posted today. I just woke up from a like, 4 hour nap. And my tablet hasn't charged so I can't draw right now. But I'm currently working on Doors chapter 2 so stay tuned!
(Also happy December :3)

I've posted 100 illustrations already. Damn.

Chapter 1-Part 1
The teens were running up to the mansion as rain poured from the sky. The thunder bolted and lightning struck down with a harsh blow. They hurried up the perron and took deep breaths.
Jonathan: What the hell, Sal?!
Sal: What do you mean!?
Jonathan: I’m soaked in water because of you!
Cheryl: Yeah! Do you know how long it took to get my hair done today?! And my jacket got plunged in water-
Dante: Cher, it’s my jacket.
Cheryl: My boyfriend, my jacket.
Sal: Do I look like God to you? It’s not my fault it rained! Just suck it up! We’ll dry off inside.
Dante: I agree with Sal for once. Is the door open?
As soon as Dante finished his question, the door creaked open. They shrugged and headed inside. The teens could hear the sound of their footsteps. While the others were wringing out the water in their clothes and hair, Sal made sure that no page in the mysterious book got wet. Suddenly, they heard a voice.
???: Welcome children, to the Haunted Mansion of Doors!
Cheryl: Who are you?
Mark: I’m Mark! You’ll hear from me often, I’m the host.
Cheryl: Okay. Do you have any towels, Mark? Actually! Do you have hair spray? It’s just my hair needs to be-
Mark: Okay, Cheryl. Now, let me explain the rules.
Mark cut Cheryl off and she pouted and moved closer to Dante, hugging his arm as he shrugged.
Mark: In the Haunted Mansion of Doors, there are 16 doors. Each door enters into a new challenge. If you win the challenge, you stay in the game. If you don’t, you face elimination.
Cheryl: Yeah, yeah. And?
Mark: But there is a twist, well you’ll see later. Ready to begin?
Sal: Heck yeah!
Wendy: Well-
Mark: Okay. Oh, also. Where you’ll be staying for 17 days. Downstairs are the cellars and bathrooms. Each of you have a cellar that I think will be to your liking. And remember to always flush the toilet-
Cheryl: Can we get on with this?!
Dante: Cherry- bear, calm down.
Cheryl: I’m sorry, sweetie. I JUST WANT THAT MONEY ALREADY! Mark is a blabbermouth.
Mark: Well then, CHERYL. We’ve already gotten off on the wrong foot. You know it’s not a good thing when the host holds a grudge against you, right?
Cheryl: Whatever Marcos, go on.
Mark: IT’S MARK. Anyway, please choose a door to enter in first.
Sal looked over and saw Jonathan scrolling on his phone, back against the wall.
Sal: Jonathan, we need to choose a door.
Jonathan: What does this have to do with me?
Sal: It’s a group effort. We can’t all want to go through a different door.
Jonathan: I don’t care. Just pick one.
Sal clenched her fists and yelled.
Sal: JONATHAN!
Jonathan hissed as his pupils shrunk and widened. He stuck out his snake tongue before calming down and accepting it.
Jonathan: FINE. What door, guys?
Wendy: Um, what about Door #6?
Sal: Sure. But why?
Wendy: My kitty’s favorite number is 6.
Wendy said, squishing her cat plush in her hands. Wendy was the youngest, and the most sensible. She may be 15, but she’s pure of heart like a newborn.
Jonathan: *in a mocking baby voice*Aw, does the wittle kitty have a name?
Sal gritted her teeth at Jonathan, but Wendy didn’t react.
Wendy: Actually, it does. This is Nameless. He has no name, because he doesn’t need one. But if that bothers you, you can just call him Avocado. It’s his middle name.
Sal: Aww, cute name-
Cheryl: NO ONE CARES. Let’s just go.
Dante: *whispering under breath* I gotta break up with her soon.
Cheryl: Did you say something, sweetheart?
Dante: Uh, no! Let’s just… go.