Latest Posts by avaincorrectquoter - Page 6

Blue: If I fall…

Yellow: I’ll be there to catch you.

Purple: *looks at Green* What if I fall?

Green: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side.

Dark: *watches these two interactions*

Dark, to Chosen: And if I fall?

Chosen: I’ll be the one who pushed you.

Dark: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos.

Dark: Oh no, where did it go?

Chosen: DARK WHAT THE FUCK?!

Blue: Yellow, you’re such a genius!

Yellow: Yes, I know.

Purple: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?

Yellow, watching Green screaming, Red trying to set a sleeping Second on fire, and Blue choking on air: I don't know either.

Second in the back of Dark's car: MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!

Chosen: We have food at home.

Dark: *pulls into the McDonald's drivethrough*

Second: YAYYYYYY!

Dark: *orders one black coffee and leaves*

Yellow: How old were you guys when you found out Santa wasn't real?

Red, whispering to Second: How old am I?

Second: You’re 15, Red.

Red, sadly: I was 15.

Dark: Here's a fun christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to fight whoever's under it.

Chosen: Dark no

Second: Mistlefoe!

Chosen: Please don't encourage him

Green: Oh, look we're under a mistletoe.

Purple: *looks up* That's not a mistletoe.

[later that night]

Purple: Oh he was flirting with me.

Green: You use humour a lot to deflect trauma

Purple: Thank you!

Green: I didn't say that was a good thing?!

Purple: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

Dark: I’m a reverse necromancer.

Second: Isn’t that just killing people?

Dark: Ah, technically.

Dark: Goodnight to the love of my life, Chosen, and fuck the rest of y'all.

Red: Why is Blue making me do the dishes again? You haven’t washed them in a week, Yellow!

Yellow: It’s because I’m Blue’s favorite.

Red: I hate you.

Dark: I feel like I have died and gone to heaven.

Chosen: I have that dream, too, but you go in the other direction.

Yellow: What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along?

Second: What did you just say-

Yellow: Foetons! *Laughs*

Second: Wh-what?

Green: What's your greatest fear?

Purple: Not being loved and appreciated.

Green: ...

Green: Damn, that's deep.

Green: Mine is the Kool Aid man, but I feel kinda stupid about it now...

Dark: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

*The hollow heads have just arrived in a new city. Dark looks around at the wanted posters to see if they’re on any of them.*

Second: Dark, are you a criminal?

Dark: Not here, I’m not!

Primal: Life is like Ballista. It's short.

Ballista: Hey!

Dark: Remember how I said that Second and I were gonna have a calm night out for once?

Chosen: Yeah…

Dark: Well, we’re in jail.

Chosen: *hangs up*

Green: You look mentally ill.

Purple: I am. Let’s go.

Dark: *sneaking in through their window*

Chosen: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Dark: I was with Second?

Second: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

Chosen: Hey, can you do me a favor?

Dark: Sorry, I have to go do literally anything other than this.

Chosen: You don’t even have a legitimate reason?

Dark: Oh, no, I do.

Chosen: Well, what is it?

Dark: You see, I simply don’t give a fuck.

Purple: *pretending to joke* So when are you going to go out with me?

Green: I don't know. When are you going to ask me to?

Second: And you just ran away?!

Purple: I didn't expect them to flirt back!

Dark: It’s nice to be wanted, you know?

Chosen: Not by the law!

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups*

Blue, Purple, and Second: *spinning a little and talking*

Green, Red, and Yellow: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

Second: That’s illegal, right?

Dark: Why do you care? Are you a fucking cop?

Second: No-

Dark: Then shut the fuck up.

Chosen: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something.

Dark, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?

Green: *holding a salt packet* It’s just a little sodium chloride.

Yellow: Actually Green, it’s salt.

Green: That’s what I said, sodium chloride.

Yellow: Uh Green, that would be salt.

Yellow: *takes salt packer from Green* This is iodized table salt, which in addition to sodium chloride contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent iodine deficiency. So not only are you being overly pretentious by insisting on using scientific terminology for everyday items, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall, you annoying little shit.

Chosen, talking to Second: Well Second, whenever I’m about to do something, I think ‘would Dark do that?’ and if they would, I do not do that thing.

Second: …

Dark, from the distance: They’re not wrong though!

Purple: *Stands in trash can.*

Green: Purple, not again! You're not trash, you're at least recycling!