The first one that's actually worth putting on here.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You and the stranger both like parentlock.

Stranger: Dad, I know it's been four years, but.. -AMM

You: What. -SM

Stranger: I'm home? -AMM

You: What do you mean 'home'? -SM

Stranger: At the flat -AMM

You: I hold no claim over that flat anymore. -SM

Stranger: The new one -AMM

You: Unless you're in Albania, I have no idea what you're talking about. -SM

Stranger: Hi Daddy -AMM

You: Sebastian set down his phone on the counter. He slowly walked down the hall of his flat and opened the door.

Stranger: Alex waved, tucking her hair behind her ear. She looks a mess, bags under her eyes, and a few bruises on her neck. Her hair's in a loose ponytail, but her clothes don't match - she hadn't been able to find anything respectable in her closet.

You: Sebastian held the door with his hand. "You're not welcome here." He said, however he was doing nothing at all to prevent her from entering if she tried.

Stranger: "Whatever. Where's Dad? Can you get me something to drink?"

You: Sebastian turned and shut the door as Alex walked into the flat. "Your father's dead."

Stranger: She freezes, looking at him with wide eyes. "You're lying."

You: Sebastian walked past her into the kitched. "No reason to. It was by your own hand."

Stranger: "I - What happened to Daddy?" Alex's voice cracks.

You: "Don't call him that." Sebastian snapped. "You have no right to. After all you're the one that handed him over."

Stranger: "I DIDN'T!"

You: "REALLY?! Last time I checked you're the one that told that wise ass boyfriend of yours Hamish that your dad was trying to lay low. You're the one that told the son of Sherlock Holmes where he was!"

Stranger: "I didn't - I didn't mean - I didn't mean to hurt Dad. I trusted him."

You: Sebastian laughed. "Well fat lot of good that did us all. Now your father's dead and I'm hiding out here. Are you happy now?"

Stranger: "I'm sorry, Dad, I'm so fucking sorry."

You: "Don't tell me how sorry you are. The only reason I haven't kicked you out yet is because I'm deciding whether I'm going to kill you myself." Sebastian said.

Stranger: "I didn't mean to, you know I didn't!" she cries.

You: Sebastian turned away from her. The way he acted you'd think it wasn't his daughter. That he hadn't spend sixteen years raising her before she ran away. "You bought your ticked out of this family long ago. Don't expect any sympathy from me."

Stranger: "I wouldn't do it again, if it counts for anything. Never. Dad, I was 16."'

Stranger: "16!"

You: Sebastian turned around and grabbed his daughter by the arm. "Stop it! You're father would be ashamed of you. Making excuses. Cry all you want, it won't affect me. The only person I still care about is dead and his murderer is standing in my kitchen." Sebastian shoved her.

Stranger: "I didn't - I didn't - I didn't want to kill Daddy." she swallows, stumbling backwards. "I didn't."

You: Sebastian rested his hand on the pistol he kept on his pant side. "Get out."

Stranger: "I'm dying, anyway."

You: Sebastian stopped. "What did you say?"

Stranger: "I'm dying, Dad."

You: "How?

You: "

Stranger: "HIV." she shrugs.

You: Any look of concern left Sebastian's face. "Figures. Slut. You pick it up from that boyfriend of yours? The one you sold your father out to?"

Stranger: "I hope you're aware he left me the second I told me. I lived on the streets in New York for /four/ years, Dad."

You: "Good. You deserve it after what you did to Ji- your father. You deserve to die a traitor's death."

Stranger: She crosses her arms, looking at him sadly.

You: Sebastian stared coldly back at her. His hand ran across his pistol. "There's only one thing you're going to get from me. A way out."

Stranger: "Then do it, Dad, please."

You: Sebastian stared his daughter in the eye. "You don't deserve it. You don't deserve the easy way out. You deserve to suffer everyday. Getting sicker and sicker. Becoming so weak. Dying so poor and feeble." His hand never left his pistol.

Stranger: "I.. yeah. I know. Nothing but a filthy whore."

You: Sebastian pulled her in and kissed her on the forehead. "No you're not. You're my daughter. And I love you." Sebastian said as a tear ran down his cheek.

Stranger: "I love you too, Daddy." she sniffles, pressing her head against his chest.

You: Sebastian removed the gun from it's holster. He reached to cup his daughter's face. "Are you sure?"

Stranger: "Are you?" she looks up at him, eyes red.

You: "I'm only going to do it if you want me to, baby girl."

Stranger: "H-Hold me first." she sighs.

You: Sebastian pulled his daughter into a hug, the gun still in his hand.

Stranger: She starts to cry softly, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

You: Sebastian patted the back of her hair. When he pulled her back he had tears in his eyes. "I love you Alexandria."

Stranger: "I love you too, Dad."

You: Sebastian took a deep breath and put the barrel against her temple.

Stranger: "Are you sure you can do this?"

You: Before she had finished the question Sebastian pulled the trigger.

Stranger: She drops to the ground, heartbeat stopping.

You: Sebastian knelt down and closed her eyelids. He kissed her forehead. They would find them like this. Together. He put the barrel in his mouth and pulled.

Stranger: (oh my fucking God I'm crying)

Stranger: (I'm curled up in my room crying hoping my Mom won't walk in and ask me why)

Stranger: (WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE)

You: (aww don't cry!)

Stranger: (feels D:)

You: (aw! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry!)

Stranger: (It's okay I actually burst into tears halfway through Thor last night so it's safe to say I'm a little emotional this week :D)

Stranger: (You're amazing, though, may I ask, do you have a Tumblr?)

You: (AW! LOKI FEELS!)

You: (yes'm http://thediabeticgriffin.tumblr.com/)

Stranger: (I KNOW! I'M JUST SITTING THERE GOING 'AWWW COME HERE MY LITTLE ICE PRINCESS')

Stranger: (Yay! I'm watercolorexpectations)

You: (okay cool, i just followed you. And Loki is totally the star of that movie. It should be called "Loki .... and that time Thor messed everything up")

Stranger: (And I followed you ^^. Yes exactly. Exactly.)

You: (yay. I actually started tagging a bunch of stuff "Loki (2013)" because he deserves his own movie)

Stranger: (Ooooh that's beautiful)

Stranger: (He does)

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