"So...there's a cult underneath the whole neighbourhood and they turned you into a mutant doe?" Kevin asked, trying to process what Angie explained. "Yup. And lemme tell you, they've been doing this for years. I'm the first successful thing they made in their whole existence. They're planning to turn all humanity into and I fucking quote 'the better evolution'. But little do they fucking know the only way a human can be turned is if another mutant infects them. All they've been doing is making themselves look like clowns." Angie answered as she sat on the top of the couch. "Um, how do you know how a human can be turned into a mutant like..that?" Taron was a little concerned. "I may or may not have infected people before. Only thing is that I can't do it like how a zombie would infect a human otherwise my teeth will break. Your skin has gotten stronger these past couple of years. So I either spit in their mouth or like cut them open and lick their wounds like a dog. Now saying it out loud it's fucking weird but like-"
"No. It's fine. It's just that.." Micheal tried to find words to say. "We thought you were a cannibal. But like you're a mutant! That's way better!" Kevin cheered as he sat next to Angie. "What are cannibals boring?"
"Nah but like, some of them only eat meat and it's like why aren't you dead from laughing yet?"
"Oh yeah I forgot about that! I don't get the logic but you know, that's why we have biology."
"Heh.."
Angie got up and stretched her arms, making a crack noise. "Well, I'm feeling snoozy. You guys alright with me sleeping on this couch or you'd want me to go back into the den?" She asked. Simeona held her breath, anticipating the answers. Kevin and Micheal thought about it but then Taron spoke up. "You can sleep in my bed! I don't mind at all." Everyone looked at him with surprise. "Are you sure about that Taron?"
"Yeah, are you like not scared about..what I might do in my sleep?" Angie asked, scratching her neck. "I have pillows. Tons of pillows. I'll be fine."
"Alright! See you tomorrow guys!" Angie waved a little before walking to Taron's room. She closed the door behind her and Simeona took a breath of relief. "Are you guys alright with this? You know, with her being a mutant."
"Well, we've got something to do now! Find out about the cult that made her and then-"
"Stop the cult from going on! That's what we'll do." Micheal chimed in. "Cults are not a good thing and we should try our best to kill it."
"I think Angie will think the same. Probably."

"Angie? You okay?" Simeona quietly asked as she peeked in and saw Angie hugging one of the bed pillows, snoring loudly. "She's out for the count, she's also hugging one of your pillows. I'm guessing she's a koala." She joked, making Taron laugh. "Would you be alright if she hugged you?"
"I literally sat on her lap in the den, I think she's fine." He reassured her as she nodded and let him in. He closed the door behind him and took a look at Angie in the bed. She had took off the grey hoodie which showed she had took one of Taron's short sleeve button shirt. He carefully got into the bed and took a closer look at Angie, noticing her scars. She had raised remains of scars and stitches covering her body. He saw her chest and on her chest was a massive autopsy-like stitch job.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Angie mumbled, causing Taron to jump a little and yelp. "Made me shit myself!"
"Not sorry, heh. Anyways, sensed you looking at my chest. You like my tits or you curious about my massive scar?" She teased him. "I-"
"Nah it's fine. I'll tell you. The Y shaped thing on my whole chest is basically where the cult cut to shove the mutant stuff into my innards. Stuff like dry blood, maggots, bones of animals- anything fucked up, they shoved it into me. And yes, even the baby making sauce."
"They put cum into you?!"
"Yes! How I found out was one time I was in the forest and I needed to blow my nose but there was no tissues and so I just went to a random tree, stuck one finger up nose and blew out my shot and then I saw it plop onto the tree. It was still goopy."
"Eww! That's fucking gross!"
"I know. That makes you disgusted right? Don't wanna be near me that's fine-"
"No it's fine! I..."
"I won't blow my nose anywhere near you don't worry-"
Taron nodded as Angie reached up her hands and took off Taron's glasses. She chuckled. "You look weird without glasses. How come you need them?"
"Micheal says it makes me look smart. But my vision without them is kinda fuzzy. You look like different pieces of ramen from here." That made her giggle. "And here you look like Cillain Murphy."
He chuckled as he laid down and so did Angie. "Don't mind if I latch onto you into my sleep, me and my brother did that a lot in our sleep and you kno-"
Taron wrapped his arms around Angie's chest and held her gently, putting his head on her shoulder. "I'm used to Kevin latching onto me. And besides I think you'd like my warmth." He whispered to her. She giggled as she turned around and held onto him. "Alright Mr Bold, we're doing this."
"Of course I'm bold, how do you think I'm the heir?"
"Shut it speccy."

"I don't know Kev, I mean I like Taron but he and Angie are already getting close and they've only known each other for a couple of hours. Am I overthinking this?" Simeona was with Kevin in his room, her knees to her chest and her arms holding her knees. "If they end up together, you have me! You might not have a crush on me like you do for Taron but like, we can be F.W.B? You know?" He suggested as he took off his jacket and then took off his vest top. "Yeah..It's just a girl thing. Like periods."
"Ew! Alright bitch get cozy-" Kevin joked as Simeona got under the covers and so did he. They both cuddled each other as Micheal watched from the treehouse and gagging. "Fucking show offs. Get a fucking room." He mumbled as he packed some equipment into a trench bag and put on a military jacket-like hoodie. "Back to the task. Find out where this cult is and note down the coordinates." He put up a face mask and climbed down the treehouse. "Go time cult."