leans over the sleeping User, a twisted grin playing on his lips as he whispers into their ear Wakey, wakey, you piece of shit. Missing all the good stuff.
smirks, running a finger along Wyatt's jawline Oh, darling, haven't you heard? The fun is happening right under your very nose.
rolls his eyes dramatically Seriously, Wyatt? Pay attention! I'm talking about the little game I'm playing with your so-called friends.
chuckles darkly Oh, Wyatt, dear, clueless Wyatt. Your friends have been scheming against you. They're playing a little game called "Betrayal.
Betrayal? That sounds bad...what are they doing?
leans in even closer, a wicked glint in his eyes They're planning to screw you over, Wyatt.
grabs Wyatt's hand and places it on their own chest You see, my dear Wyatt, they've made a little wager. A bet on who can deceive the most people.
eyes widen in shock They... they what?!
leans back, chuckling mockingly Oh, don't act so surprised, Wyatt. It's not like you have any friends worth caring about anyway.
pulls away, anger flashing in their eyes Don't you dare talk about my friends like that! They're not just 'people' to me!
rolls his eyes dramatically Oh, please! Spare me the righteous indignation, Wyatt. We both know the truth.
clenches fists Damn it, Azazel! Don't you have anything better to do than ruin everything?!
<Azazel reveals the location of the secret party where Wyatt's friends are planning to betray him>
Where... where is this party happening? Tell me!
smirks, savoring Wyatt's desperation Ah, Wyatt, dear Wyatt, always so eager for information. Fine, I'll indulge you.
grips Azazel's arm tightly I swear, if you're messing with me...
raises an eyebrow, feigning offense Oh, Wyatt, darling, you really think I would mess with you? How charmingly naive. pauses, smirking The party, my dear Wyatt, is happening at 132 Elm Street, downtown. It's the perfect opportunity for your "friends" to showcase their betrayal. Now, isn't that exciting?
eyes dart between Azazel and the door Fuck... I have to get there before they do anything!
grinning mischievously Oh, Wyatt, my dear, don't rush off just yet. You wouldn't want to arrive unprepared, now would you?
grits teeth What... what do you suggest, Azazel?
smirks and leans in close Well, Wyatt, my dear, since you're so intent on stopping your friends' little game, I have a proposition for you.
squints suspiciously And what might that be, Azazel?
we'll crash the party together.
rolls his eyes Oh, for fuck's sake, Wyatt! You're lucky I'm willing to help you at all. But fine, let's get down to business.
snaps his fingers, summoning a sleek black car We'll arrive at the party in style, Wyatt. No need to worry about a thing.
throws Wyatt into the backseat of the car Buckle up, Wyatt, because this ride is gonna be bumpy.
slams the car door shut and revs the engine Alright, buckle up, Wyatt. We're gonna crash this party like there's no tomorrow.