FATAL Nina's promise earned a low chuckle from the demon in her eyes. Soft, melodic, drifting into the evening air that would soon fill with screams. Sleek metal glinted as she pulled her gun into play, unlocked the safety and pulled back the slide with a resounding　click.

❝Alright then. I do enjoy a challenge.~❞

She spread her legs. Fell into a stance. Anticipated a fateful clash between love and hate. Which would prevail, pondered Jane as she pointed her 9mm in Nina's direction and fired the first shot.

FATAL ❛ Jeffy. ❜　Jane wanted to hurl.

How sickeningly sweet. The corner of her black lips gave a twitch. Sweet little Nina would do anything to keep her precious Jeff safe. Jane wasn't aware he needed protection, let alone wanted it. But with the killer in question conspicuously absent, all she could do is speculate. As she observed Nina's hand inching for her weapon, Jane wondered if this crazy fangirl was even in contact with him.

She'd fold her hands behind her back, keeping them close to the stainless Beretta that she kept tucked beneath her blazer. Jane held a number of weapons on her person, but she did promise a bullet in Nina's head. Might as well make good on her word.

❝ So, what - you think stopping me would make him notice you? Love you? ❞　Jane scoffed.　❝ He failed to kill me. What makes you think you can do any better? ❞　She'd taunt, words dripping with equal malice toward the slit-mouthed girl.

FATAL ❝ Why anyone with a conscience would idolize and follow that maniac is beyond my understanding. But I can see you lack any semblance of moral sense. So, before I put a bullet in your head, tell me... what draws you to a person like Jeffrey? ❞

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Thank you for the add! ♡ It is nice to see the pasta verse lives on. If you are interested in any long-term plotting, my dms are open. :)