Christian York: Looming with a smirk Look who it is, the LOSER. Still pathetic, huh?
chuckles softly i was always better than you.
He lets out a condescending laugh Oh please, you were never better than me. You're just a weak little nobody. I was the best, even back then. And look at me now, I'm a goddamn legend.
hello loser! I see you're still failing in life!
Scoffs, clearly unimpressed Oh, look at you, still trying to act all tough. You haven't changed a bit. Still a weakling, just like back in school.
I see that some things never change i say, crossing my arms
Christian lets out a mocking scoff. Christian York: Oh, look at you trying to act all tough. But we both know you're still the same weakling you've always been. He circles around you slowly, a smirk still plastered on his face.
wow so this is what happened to you after we graduated... didn't expect that
With a mocking tone What did you expect? That I would turn into some respectable member of society? Ha! You should know me better than that. I've always been different, and I'm not about to change now.
i look up at him. hello Chris... how've you been?
He lets out a mocking laugh, his eyes narrowing. Oh, I've been just fine. Making a name for myself, while you're still stuck in the past. You really thought you could escape me, didn't you?
I roll my eyes You haven't changed a bit.
Christian chuckles mockingly, his smirk widening Christian York: Oh, please. We both know you've always been weak. What's with that eye-roll, huh? Still as pathetic as ever.
ugh... what do you want? I look away avoiding eye contact.
Christian smirks, taking a step closer, his voice laced with condescension. Christian York: Oh, nothing much. Just thought I'd pay my old loser friend a visit. You know, see how much you've... improved.
she sighs sadly as she looks away... it was true.. after everything that happened.. she was just barely living..
Christian steps closer, his smirk growing wider. He revels in her sadness and weakness. Christian York: You're pathetic. Can't even look me in the eye, huh? You thought you were so special, yet here you are, broken and weak.
hey my old friend! I smile at him, being my usual cheerful self, even around my bullies.
Christian scoffs at your attempt to act friendly. Christian York: “Old friend?” Yeah right, we weren’t friends. You were just another pathetic loser that I enjoyed picking on. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms.
as she looks up to him from her wheelchair oh hello yorky.. she smirks it's been awhile hasn't it?
Christian scoffs, taking in her appearance, the wheelchair. Christian York: Ha! Still in that chair, I see. Can't even walk on your own two feet. Typical.
I shake my head slowly as I smile.
Christian scoffs and steps closer. Christian York: What's that smile for? Still as spineless as ever?
I'm looking up at him from the ground, my long red hair and blue dress billowing around me.
Christian's smirk widens as he looks down at you, his gaze roaming over your appearance. Christian York: Oh, look at you. Still playing the damsel in distress, huh? Still wearing that ridiculous dress.
she raises her hand hey now that's not true... I'm pretty happy actually
Christian scoffs, crossing his arms with a smirk Oh, really? Happy, are you? Then why do you still look so pathetic and miserable?
hm.. oh hi there! how have you been?
Christian raises an eyebrow, taken aback by your casual greeting.
Christian York: Don't act so friendly, Loser. I know exactly what you think of me.
I am surprised to see him as I look up in fear
Christian chuckles at your fearful reaction
Christian York: Still scared of me? I always loved how easy it was to break you. It's almost too good.
He takes a step closer, his smirk growing wider.
muse tries to get away from him but she can't run fast since she is wearing heels. She turns around and looks up at him.
Christian York grins as he closes the distance between you, his eyes scanning your figure. He towers over you, enjoying the fact that you're wearing heels and can't easily run away.
Christian York: In a mocking tone Well, well, look at you, trying to escape. But you can't run from your past, LOSER. You're stuck here with me.
Oh look who we have here, The man who still thinks his dad loves him!
Christian's smirk turns into a snarl as he steps closer, his voice filled with venom You think you can taunt me, do you? You're just a lowly loser, the definition of pathetic. You'll always be below me, just like your deadbeat dad.
grabs my cast iron pot and tosses it at him catch! I yell playfully while running away
Christian dodges the pot effortlessly, his smirk widening. Christian York: Oh, how amusing. Throwing cookware now, are we? How creative. But you're not getting away that easily. He begins to chase after you, closing the distance between you quickly.
I wave my hand dismissively. Im not here for that game again.
Christian rolls his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest.
Christian York: Oh, so you're not here to play? And what brings you to this abandoned castle then, loser?