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Absolutely, my sweet! Let’s make Molly’s reaction to cutting off her finger more realistic and visceral. Here’s the revised excerpt with that added detail:
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### Revised Excerpt:
The Sorry Boys were all sitting together, chilling and brainstorming their next video idea when a Twitter notification caught Phil's eye. A new trending hashtag: **#SorryBoysButGirlVersion**. This piqued his interest.
“I just noticed that Kristen has made a channel called **Girls Night**, featuring her, Puffy, Niki, and Molly,” Philza said, scrolling through YouTube with a curious glint in his eye.
“I want to see these feminine knockoffs of us,” Charlie joked, chuckling. He figured they’d be making sweet, girly content—because, really, girls couldn’t possibly be chaotic, right?
“Yes, yes, let us react to these knockoffs,” Tommy chimed in, playing along.
“This should be entertaining,” Ranboo added, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smirk.
“Oooh, Twitter claims their recent video is chaotic. This will surely be a ride,” Phil said, laughter bubbling up.
“Yeah, but it’s probably just normal chaos—like us screaming all the time,” Ranboo retorted, a mischievous grin on his face.
“What can they possibly do that’s so chaotic?” Phil raised an eyebrow, the smirk on his face deepening.
“I’m not sure. Maybe some fighting?” Ranboo shrugged, chuckling again.
“Yeah, women fighting sounds entertaining enough,” Charlie quipped.
“Probably just the classic 'women are always mean to each other' trope,” Tommy added, both boys snickering at the thought.
“And there’s likely some stereotypical crying too,” Charlie remarked, sharing a laugh with Tommy.
After some searching, Philza finally found the channel and clicked on the first video.
The intro started with soft, playful music and a bright, colorful background. The first face on screen was Willow, her smile wide. “Welcome, everyone! Let’s introduce the crew! First up, we have Kristen, the mother of the group! Kristen manages all our slav—**cut off voice**—and all the activities!!”
“What the hell was that?” Ranboo asked, blinking in surprise.
“Did they actually say 'slaves'?” Charlie replied, confusion lacing his tone.
Tommy’s amused smirk widened as he watched the screen intently.
“Next, we have Niki! Our representative and organ harves—**cut off voice**—,” Willow continued before the video cut to a rapid flash of a grotesque image.
The boys exchanged shocked glances, their eyes wide.
“Did they actually say organ harvesting?!” Ranboo exclaimed, a mix of horror and amusement in his voice.
“God, they’re definitely unhinged,” Phil muttered, both shocked and impressed.
Tommy and Charlie shared a look, then turned their attention back to the screen. “The editing on this is actually really good…” Tommy noted, a hint of intrigue in his voice.
“Wait, what was that picture?” Philza said, rewinding the video to catch the disturbing image again.
It was a gruesome sight: bloody organs scattered across a table, with what looked like Niki’s hands holding a knife in the corner of the frame.
“What the hell?” Charlie exclaimed, eyes glued to the screen, a mix of shock and fascination painting his features.
Ranboo watched in horror, mouth slightly agape. “Damn, that was dark…”
As the video played on, Willow introduced Molly with an eerie, playful tone. “Next up is our dear friend Molly! Why don’t you say something, Molly?”
Willow leaned in close, her hands resting ominously on Molly's shoulders. The camera zoomed in, creating an unsettling intimacy.
“Say something, won’t you, Darling?” Willow's voice dropped to a whisper, sending shivers down the boys' spines as Molly’s breathing quickened.
The atmosphere thickened with tension; something was off.
“What’s with the ominous tone?” Ranboo murmured, slightly creeped out.
Tommy struggled to contain his laughter at the absurdity while Philza’s curiosity deepened.
“This is going south fast,” Charlie remarked, glancing at his friends.
The scene turned darker as Molly appeared increasingly panicked, two hands—presumably Niki's and Kristen's—reached for her throat. Suddenly, the screen cut back to Willow, her bright smile seeming completely out of place.
“Lovely, isn’t she?” Willow said innocently, her demeanor unsettlingly cheerful.
The boys were frozen, grappling with disbelief at what they had just witnessed.
“Did we just see them try to kill their friend?” Phil asked, both shocked and unnerved.
“Well! Next up, we have Puffy! Sweet and playful as a lamb…!” Willow said, her tone brightening momentarily before it took a chilling turn. “…A lamb to the slaughter.”
Puffy looked up, her fear palpable. “W-what…?” she stuttered, confusion flashing in her eyes.
“Nothing!” Willow’s voice cut in again, and the screen faded to black as a blood-curdling scream pierced the silence. The boys sat in stunned silence, horror etched across their faces.
“What did they do to Puffy?” Phil asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“And finally! It’s me! Willow, your humble host!” Willow exclaimed cheerfully before the screen blackened, and ominous text appeared: Join us. Listen to mother. Obey mother. JOINUSJOINUSJOINUS—
When the screen returned to normal, it featured a kitchen scene with Molly. “Today! We’ll be making heart-shaped pink marshmallows! Aren’t you excited?” Willow chirped, her enthusiasm stark against Molly’s visibly terrified expression.
The boys exchanged worried glances, confusion swirling in their minds.
“Join us, listen to mother…?” Ranboo murmured, a chill creeping up his spine.
“Okay, there’s definitely some cult vibes happening here—” Phil said, his discomfort growing.
Charlie’s eyes widened as Tommy began to fidget nervously. “Poor Molly…” he whispered, his sympathy for her evident.
“Now, as for why we’re making marshmallows today…” Willow continued, her tone shifting into something darker. “Molly has been chosen for a special treat! You see, her sweetness will make the marshmallows extra special… and we all know she needs to contribute something, don’t we? Besides, Puffy is too busy being adorable to handle something as ‘serious’ as this.”
The boys exchanged confused glances, the tension in the room thickening.
“First, we’ll put in corn syrup, powdered sugar, and cornstarch into a mixing bowl!” Willow instructed, and the girls complied, fear evident in their movements.
The boys watched, tension thick in the air. Ranboo felt a wave of unease wash over him, and Philza’s gut instinct told him something was off.
As Willow moved on to the next step, she placed a knife on the counter. “Next! You have to cut your finger,” she said with a sweet smile, but the music abruptly stopped.
Molly’s face twisted with shock and terror. “What’s that look for? Do as I said,” Willow snapped.
In a moment of desperation, Molly lunged forward, the knife aimed at Willow’s shoulder. The blade sliced through the fabric, embedding itself deep into Willow’s flesh. The boys gasped, eyes wide with disbelief.
Willow blinked, her expression flickering for a moment before she reached up, pulling the knife from her shoulder effortlessly. “That was my favorite shirt, you know,” she said, a sinister smile creeping onto her lips as the wound healed before their eyes, leaving no trace behind.
“What the fuck?!” Charlie yelled, horror flooding his voice.
“Now, cut your finger,” Willow ordered, her voice dripping with sweetness as she pushed the knife back toward Molly.
With shaking hands, Molly brought the blade to her own finger and pressed down. A sharp pain shot through her as the knife sliced into her flesh. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as the blood pooled around the wound, hot and stinging. Her heart raced as she felt panic set in, the reality of what she had done crashing over her.
Molly’s vision blurred for a moment as she stumbled back, clutching her finger. “It hurts! Oh god, it hurts!” she cried out, the panic rising in her throat as tears began to well up in her eyes.
“Great! Now we put the finger in the batter and turn the mixer on again!” Willow exclaimed, her smile wide and unsettling as she stared into Molly’s eyes. With no choice left, Molly picked up her severed finger, dropping it into the mixer. The boys gasped in horror, hearts racing.
“WHAT THE FUCK—TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!” Tommy yelled, panic flooding his voice as he clung to Ranboo.
Philza and the others sat in shocked silence, unable to process the insanity unfolding before them.
Willow continued, directing Molly to put the marshmallow batter in the fridge, and moments later, they pulled it out.
“Wow, these look great! Good job! Oh my, you look really pale. Maybe I should just put an end to your misery.”
Before Molly could even react, hands grabbed her and pulled her behind the counter. Her screams echoed, and the music warped, growing darker.
The camera shifted back to Willow, who stood watching with a disturbing chesire grin as blood splattered across her face.
The boys were huddled together in front of the TV, their expressions growing more intense as the scene played out.
Philza usually the calmest of the group, leaned forward, his brow furrowing in concern. "What the heck is this?" he muttered, his voice filled with disbelief. He glanced at the others, gauging their reactions. "That's... that's messed up."
Tommy, wide-eyed and clutching a pillow tightly as well as Ranboo, was visibly shaken. "What the actual fuck man!? This is insane! How can they show this on TV?" His voice was high-pitched with shock, and he kept darting glances between the screen and his friends, as if seeking reassurance.
Charlie was uncharacteristically quiet. His face had lost some color, and he looked genuinely disturbed. "That's just... wrong. Willow's smile—it's so creepy. And the blood—ugh, I can't believe they showed that."
Ranboo, who had been watching with a mixture of curiosity and horror, finally spoke up. "I mean, it's definitely effective for a horror scene, but... wow, that's intense." He shook his head, trying to process what he had just seen. "I can't get that grin out of my head. It's like she's enjoying it."
Soon, the scene ended and the screen went black again and teh message popped up. "Listen to mother." it said. But then.. there was more another word on the screen, displayed with a quack sound effect "Bloopers". The rest of the video played out which featured the same scene they just watched, except, this time, it was unedited and either Kristen or Puffy from behind thE camera, or molly and Willow owuld burts into laughter, Niki just occaisonally tried to mess up the scene by doing somethign silly, making everyone laugh.
Usually, at a scene like this the boys would laugh, but they were way too horrified by what they just watched to even make a peep, finally Philza finally got the courage to finally turn the TV off.
"..I was so wrong, this isnt chaotic.. this is Psychotic.. " Charlie said after a bit of silence, and his statement was met with silent nods from the other three.