Lone Wolves
wonka?" he got no reply, but his face paled as mephistopheles handed down an order. he took a firm grip on his knife, though he was hoping against hope that he wouldn't need to see if it would help. "jasmine... uh... what happens now...?"
Does the body good
The fancy-font, sparkling letters forming the word "winner" on the gaudy ticket made xilimyth feel like she was charlie about to explore wonka's factory.