~Character Chat~

"10 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR! I WIN ONE FREE INTERNET! YES!" Riddle continued screaming Memes.
"GOOD GOD. I AM TRYING TO SLEEP." T.Mor didn't even open the door this time. He just yelled.

"Seriously, Riddle, keep it down!" Izzy said. "If you're going to torture him, do it quietly! I do agree, though; he is far too whiny."
"Like a second August," Peter agreed.
"By the way," Izzy started, turning to Peter, "what exactly is she doing?"
"Magic. ...Don't ask. And don't try to think about it too hard."

"You're almost rekilling his family." said Ezra.

"ALMOST ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH...Wait...I got nothing against him or his family...Hmm..." Riddle had a brief moment of logical clarity. "Erm...Whatever. This involves a lot of thinking, and very little swordplay. I am done being entertained. For...Some reason...Yeah...Erm...I am letting you go for reasons unknown to me, myself or I." She told Andrew rather confusedly. "JUST STOP WHINING."
"Yelling." August reprimanded her quietly.

Andrew sank to the ground sobbing, "They're dead. I couldn't save 'em..."

"AND HE'S STILL WHINING." Riddle threw her hands up in exasperation.

Andrew held his head in his hands, still sniffling. "My little sister...

"GOOD GOD." Riddle continued her lack of empathy...She lacked empathy, after all...
"Screw sleep." T.Mor was trudging down the stairs with a cup of coffee in his hand. "WHAT on earth is going on down here?"

"I convinced Riddle to torture Andrew," smirked Ezra.

"YOU WHAT?!" screamed Liz, who had been upstairs.

"Truthfully...It didn't take much convincing- She hates Whiners." August said knowingly.
"This is very true...that's how she rolls..."T.Mor agreed.

"I wasn't whinning!" said Andrew snapping out of his daze. "YOU TRY BEING LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Whiny? I couldn't fathom it." Riddle said, being intentionally obtuse.

"At least you know the state of your family, and you aren't left wondering," Peter said darkly. "Also, my soul would like to have you know that she's like that all the time. She was never real in the way that you were. She never even had a body."
"My soul agrees," Nike said.
"My soul says to ess-tee-eff-yoo and quit your whining!" Sarah added. "He hates whiners."
"Mine ees getteeng pretty fed-up wiz youhr complaineeng," Senet put in.
"Mine is just enjoying the carnage," Izzy stated simply. "...What?"

((LOL at the phonetic STFU.))
"Wait...I'm not real? Huh? Or are you talking about someone else?" Riddle was confused. "I like carnage too..." She said to Izzy.

"She was talking about Andrew," Peter said. "They all were."

"Oh...But all ya'll said 'she' for a bit...It was confusing." Riddle said.

"Yeah..." Peter started. "My soul is a she."

"Oh. I see...Ok. That clears things up. I thought we were bring ing up the I AM ERROR mess again...After I said I did not want to discuss it...Nevermind then!" Riddle said happily.

"Yes but they have never had their life cut short, they we're like that from the start," Andrew said pointedly.

"Are you all going to argue semantics all night? Can we just agree that everyone's life, immortal, metaphysical, magical, or post mortem SUCKS ROYALLY? " T.Mor asked, becoming more rational the more coffee he had in his system.

"Thank you." Andrew said sarcastically.

"You now the torture actually hurts more depending how painful the memories are...if you saw Andrew's you'd be surprised." said Ezra, coming to Andrew's aid for once.

"That depends on your definition of painful I think..." Riddle said cryptically. "I define painful as itchy...or irritating. I SAW NO ITCHINESS THERE!"
"Unnecessary." August said flatly.

"It could be emotionally painful," Peter informed Riddle. "Though I don't think you're familiar with that."

"Nope...Is it like indegestion? I think I am familiar with that. Maybe...Crap...I don't know..." Riddle tried to associate with something she didn't know the meaning of.
"No, it's not like indegestion..." T.Mor told her seriously.

"No she's not...it was hard for me to find a painful memory...with Andrew it's easy."