[sub]This post is directed to: [@BlueAjah][/sub] ([i]You're so lucky...[/i]) [sub]A collaboration between [@lovely complex] and [@BeastofDestiny].[/sub] [i][center]The photographer made a grave mistake.[/center][/i] The idol's eyes twitched, her eyes shifting to complete and utter darkness. Her breathing was slow... steady... but heavy. Extremely heavy. She hadn't had this feeling in her [i]for awhile[/i]... but then again, she hadn't been interested in anyone [i]in awhile[/i]. [center][color=ed145b]"I don't think you understand..."[/color] A low mutter crept out of her lips, venomous and full of disdain.[/center] Amity's mind was going in circles as she watched the prissy bitch walk away. She didn't ask for fucking "Charity". [i]Foolish, Arrogant, Pretentious... Dead.[/i] Money was offered but obviously, a stick was so far up her ass that she needed to be reminded of her place in this [i]teeny, tiny world[/i]. Amity's head tilted, as a frightening chuckle escaped from her tiny body - Kyle knew this laugh [i]oh too well[/i]. High pitched, yet still low, her lips slightly ajar, and only madness in her expression. [sub][@Takashi][@Verdaux][/sub] Whatever words were spoken by the two individuals with him were suddenly blocked out by a very familiar and terrifying laugh. Kyle's face visibly paling and his gut clenching hard as he knew what was about to come next. [center][i]There was little time to spare[/i][/center] [color=LimeGreen]"I need to go,"[/color] as his eyes frantically searched across the room, his feet already hitting the ground as he quickly walked through the main hall. [i]'Whereisshewhereisshewhereisshe?!!!?!?[/i] His thoughts racing wildly, his eyes scanning each individuals face, until he saw it, [i]the smile[/i]. Few things sent chills up his spine, but when Amity was in this state of mind, people got hurt, sometimes even maimed. He quickly pushed his way past the crowds, Amity's tunnel vision keeping her too distracted to notice the American making his way to her. Denying Amity for a simple request was the WORST thing anyone could do, especially when the person took her kindness for granted. [i]Oh no. This won't do. [/i] [center][color=ed145b]"...You're not going anywhere, Miss Photographer."[/color][/center] Creeping closer to her, Amity put on a nice smile and then tapped on her shoulder... [center][color=ed145b]"Do you know how it feels to have a [i]50,000-volt shock[/i] course through your body?"[/color][/center] And with that, Amity pulled out her taser, given to her by her paranoid manager, and went straight for the woman's back. [i]Oh look at that. [/i] The [i]yandere[/i] preferred sharper means of getting what she needed done, but a taser would do just fine. It was almost too late when she caught up with her 'target', Kyle's pace having quickened as he saw her ready to jab something into the poor girl. On one side, he pushed the potential victim out of the way, hard enough to at least get her moving, but not really caring whether or not she actually fell to floor, as his other hand instinctively reached out for Amity's wrist, tempered from years of practice when she'd try to stab people with pencils. His hand caught her, forcefully yanking her arm up as his other hand reached for..a fucking taser?! He ripped the stunning device from her hand and glared heavily at her, [color=LimeGreen]"Really?! Seriously!"[/color] His teeth were gritted in frustration and he broke eye contact with her to quickly scan the room, some of the party goers having turned their eyes towards the two; they needed to leave, now. [color=ed145b][i][center]Oh, whoopie doo. Kyle, the boy wonder.[/center][/i][/color] Wanting to fight him, but knowing very well his strength was far beyond hers, she stood silent. Her eyes never wavered from the pathetic photographer a ways away. [center][color=ed145b]"You're on my shit list, Miss Photographer. I will find you and you will be on edge until [i]you're mine[/i]. Happy New Years~"[/color][/center] [color=LimeGreen]"Shut up, you're making it worse!"[/color] He yelled. Not really giving her a choice in her next action, Kyle squatted and hoisted the tiny idol atop his shoulder, hustling for the front entrance. Those who saw the taser in his hand instinctively moved out of the way, those who didn't, he gave warning to as he growled and activated the taser, the loud voltage pops frightening them as they scattered away, the men at the front entrance didn't even try to stop him as he jogged out the open doors. [hr] [color=LimeGreen]"A fucking taser?! Are you even serious right now?"[/color] Their escape was successful the two having made their way through back streets and alleys, Kyle had ripped off his mask and messed up his hair back to his usual style to avoid suspicion. He wasn't sure if anyone had called the police, but he wasn't about to risk going to jail and getting deported by matching an identification. He banged his head against a brick wall and breathed in deep before turning to Amity with a very serious expression, his voice stern, but normal volume. [color=LimeGreen]"What did she even do?"[/color] Breaking out of her yandere state, Amity stood silent as her friend's head went straight to the wall. Going to her hair, she took her time taking out the hair clips, and then pulled off her brown wig. Her pink hair was under a tight cap. With a sense of relief, she took the cap off and her pink curls bounced out for dare life. [color=ed145b]"Does it matter at this point?"[/color] She brought her finger to her eyes and took out the dreadful, brown contacts, revealing her ice, cold irises. [color=LimeGreen]"Yea it kind of does when you almost taze someone and threaten to hunt them down."[/color] Ignoring what he had just said, she demanded, [color=ed145b]"Take off your shirt."[/color] His shirt would be big enough for her to do some sort of outfit. If she walked around in this ballgown, that would not be good for them at all... The idol reached behind her dress and unzipped. The dress dropped to the floor and her lavender undergarments were revealed. Picking up the dress, she sighed, [color=ed145b]"Goodbye memories."[/color] and tossed it into the dumpster. His back turned from Amity, he tossed the suit jacket, the tie, and the vest into the dumpster, clearly not his first escape with the idol. He then unbuttoned his shirt, pulling that off, with his t-shirt following suite. He extended his arm back, waiting for Amity to retrieve it. Taking the shirt graciously, she put it on. Like the idol expected, it reached a little passed her knees. Kyle then took off his belt and once again, extended his arm to his friend - not turning his head once toward her exposed body... fighting the urge to peek. Wrapping the belt around her, Amity had now created a cute outfit with the help of Kyle. A black, male blouse, with a belt wrapped around her stomach, and clear high heels. Approaching her now shirtless friend, Amie giggled and grabbed his arm, [color=ed145b]"Lets get ice cream."[/color]