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"4in't 1T s0 C00l, th4T w3're H4ng1ng 0uT?!" Infected exclaimed. Recently, Infected decided to invite Lampert over to his apartment to watch Puella Magi Madoka Magica, as he thought they had spent too much time separated.
Unfortunately, he also invited that damn skinwalker. "C...cool..." The shapeshifter mumbled out, shifting in it's place slightly. Lampert could HEAR the flesh moving... gross.
Lampert shuddered as he glanced over to FleshCousin-- or, as Kasper Infected liked to call them, Fleshy. He then looked over at Infected. "I, uh, mean, yeah it's cool and stuff... but did you really have to invite them...?" He gestured to Fleshy, ignoring the occasional melty-flesh sounds coming from it as they shifted a bit more.
Infected seemed confused, before laughing. "C0mE 0n m4n!! FL3shY's ch1Ll! fLE5hY, sH4peSh1fT iNt0 m3!!" He asked, grinning widely.
It took a few moments for Fleshy to process the question, but eventually, it agreed. It shapeshifted into Infected, and looked mostly like him... except some details were off, like the all of the text on his shirt being black instead of the first lines only being black... and the uncanny smile. Creepy.
"S33? tH3yre S0 c00L!!!" Infected beamed. Shortly after, Fleshy turned back into their normal form.
Lampert sighed. "Yeah, that's cool, but aren't you worried about that thing being able to turn into you? What if it steals your identity one day, or something?!" He accused. The shapeshifter tilted its head in confusion.
"...Worry and hurry steals the identity of the day." It blurted out. Ugh. He hates this thing. Why would Infected even be friends with it?
"c0mE oN M4n!! ST0p f1gHT1nG! th4T 4inT c0ol... >_>" Infected urged, frowning. As much as Lampert felt bad, he did not want to be ANYWHERE near something that could take your identity at any moment.
"I don't want a creepy shapeshifter near my friend!" Lampert exclaimed. "Seriously, this thing could be dangerous! Why are you always so stubbor--"
"Mami in the gun tsunami fight." Fleshy suddenly said. Oh, right. Lampert nearly forgot they were watching Madoka Magica.
Infected, getting distracted by the fight Mami was in, inched closer to the TV. "H3LL Y34H!! aN0tHR M4m1 f1GHT!! L3ts s33 H0w t1hs g0es!!" He grinned.
"Alright..." Lampert said. He didn't really care for these happy go lucky magical girl animes, but if Infected wanted to watch it with him, he would. Besides, he is kind of enjoying it...
"wH4t wAS Th4T tH1Ng th4T C4m3 0uT 0f Th3 W1tCh?" Infected asked, confused. Lampert took more attention to the TV screen. The witch, that seemed to have been a plushie, now was this weird worm looking thing, and was heading straight for Mami. Eh, whatever. It's a magical girl anime, she'll probably be fine.
...
"WH4T TH3 FUCK?!" Infected screamed, backing away from the TV and pointing at the screen.
...what the fuck indeed, Kasper. Cause apparently, instead of Mami usually beating the Witch... her head got fucking bitten off. What the hell.
When the witch started eating the remains of Mami, Infected decided to pause the anime. His jaw was open, eyes wide. "I TH0UGHT TH1S W4S A CUT3 M4G1C4L G1RL AN1M3!!! N0T H0RR0R!!!" He yelled.
"Me too... I can't believe they actually had the guts to show that." Lampert admitted. Ugh, that was so gross to watch.
"...hey, is it me, or has FleshCousin-- Fleshy been awfully quiet--"
Lampert and Infected turn their heads to Fleshy... who was currently shapeshifted as a headless Mami.
As expected, they screamed in horror.