Poetry

Peresephone comes back home after a hard night of poetry with the ~~boys~~ girls

Persephone: What's all this?

a science student: ~~Panav~~ Persephone, this is an intervention

Persephone: I .. I can stop any time I want!

a friend who said she'll help with the this wiki but won't, but will still be un-named because ansh is magnanimous in betrayal: ~~My name is Stuti Bindal, I shouldn't have flaked at the last fucking second and forced ansh to make this at 1 am and delay this thing a whole day, I'm so sorry ansh~~ (tearfully) Persephone PLEASE!

\*Persephone agrees to sit and talk as this is taking place in her house..... wait how did we get he-\*

Persephone: But I'm not hurting anyone

Ansh: Persephone, I had to say I liked 'A song for fascists', I really didn't, I had actually to consider someone else's feelings rather than defaulting to robotic bluntness, I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE

Persephone: \*Stares at Stuti for hope\* you liked the poem right?

Stuti: It was fine

Ansh: ahem \*only people who contribute to the wiki get free will\*

Stuti: \*abruptly\* yeah 6/10 needs more viscera

Persephone: This is terrible, wait didn't I had win an award for this or something

Ansh: Shush, that's just the poetic license talking, I think you mean how you are sorry and regret what you did

Persephone: No I-

Ansh: Persephone, see how deep the poetry has it's claws in you, you're trying to disagree, while knowing full well you're in my self-insert crack-fic, not yours,

Stuti: wait you're controlling this reality

Ansh: yup

Stuti: ... and you chose to do this

Ansh: yup

Stuti: Wow that's low even for y- "I agree with the science student" \*with the same energy as one of those brainwashed Barbies from that Margo Robbie movie, huh I can't seem to remember what it's called\*

Persephone: you really need to stop doing that, also you haven't even seen Barbie yet

Ansh: \*laughs in Enya's sibling\*

...

also how can you even read that?!

Persephone: POETIC. LICENSE. bitch

Ansh: \*under his breath\* I hate you so fucking much

Persephone: but dam, this is pretty cool \*admires the metalcore abominations outside the window, casually devouring the citizenry\*

Rando civi: but they're only two gen- get's impaled by metalcore-abomination's spider-leg/hand/scythe/mandible/chela/... my god what is that?!

Ansh and Persephone at the same time: Hell yeah!

Ansh: He's my favourite, his name is Fred

\*Fred approvingly roars\*

Persephone: don't you mean, Fiona?

\*Fred abruptly transitions\*

Fred: Dad, I'm a girl

Ansh: okay

Fiona: Also I want to be pastel and not-edgy

Ansh: NO DAUGHTER OF MINE

\*Fiona promptly explodes into a fountain of gore\*

Stuti: \*snaps out of the brainwashing with no explanation\* I had the weirdest dream about anime, oh yay viscera

Ansh: *If on the gift you will flake, then 500 years shall freedom-from-the-anime dimension take*

Stuti: \*randomly dips out\*

...

Persephone: Ansh

Ansh: yeah?

Persephone: That was poetry.

Ansh: That's it, get out of crack-fic.

And so Persephone continued to write poetry,

and when from this 'cool kid'to this queenand Ansh continued to write crack fics for his friends, this works out for everyone, except for Stuti who's still there..... THE END