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[hr][sub][right][color=gray]	INTERRACTIONS: CADBURY - [@Stern Algorithm][/color][/right][/sub][hr]

	Morgan was fast asleep just minutes prior to Cadbury's burst into his room. The day before had been a pretty important one for the young man. London's Fashion week was just weeks away, and Morgan had yet to find suitable outfits for every day of the week. He had been invited to attend by Herny Holland and his husband and oh my gosh, was Morgan exited to finally be recognized by someone from the fashion industry and by someone who's fashion he liked, which was why he was still asleep at almost eleven in the morning. The day before he had spent all of his night trying to plan outfits and eating candy, which in result kept him up till five in the morning. It wouldn't have been a problem for Morgan if it hadn't been for Cadbury. 

	And so Morgan found himself in the middle of Madison Square Garden in his pink bunny pajamas. Luckily his Alexander Wang [i]Attice Soft Mini Fanny Pack[/i] was strapped across his chest and the old leather-bound grimoire on his hand. Morgan stood there for a second or two trying to adjust to the sudden brightness of the world around him. He remembered falling asleep around five in the morning at home, so the concept of time seemed so alien to Morgan right now. It had been morning then, and now it was morning all over again?

	[color=F08080]"Cadbury?"[/color] Morgan yawned and continued to look around, still trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. [color=F08080]"Where the fuck are we?"[/color] There was no time for his cute companion to answer Morgan, though. Screams erupted around them, and people ran frantically. Morgan's eyes snapped open to the sudden sense of death all around. He could feel the gooey and slimy feeling of souls just being ripped away from their bodies left and right. He could hear people's screams cut short just as their lives ended by the hands of what seemed to be their own shadows. 

	[color=F08080]"Fuuuuuuuuu... ck."[/color] Morgan took one quick look at Cadbury before opening the spell book on his hands as quickly as he could. [color=F08080]"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What the hell is this?! Why didn't you warn me? You could have at least let me change out my pajamas!"[/color] Morgan continued to complain as he flipped through the pages of his book. First, he needed to know what the hell was happening and why. And how. Though the why was something Morgan would rather find out now than later, the how would be left for later. 

	Morgan closed his eyes momentarily and began casting [color=E0FFFF][i]Omen Reading[/i][/color], within seconds, he saw the first few seconds of what had transpired. The whole thing started close to Liberty Island, where the source of this madness was most likely still. It didn't matter right now, though, as Morgan noticed, shadows approaching him and Cadbury with speed.

	Morgan tugged Cadbury's teal cupcake wrapper and motioned the little bunny to follow him as he took off running. Gosh, how he hated running. Even more so without shoes! How he wished Cadbury had woken him up. As soon as this whole thing was over, he was going to give than chocolate bunny a piece of his ear: Cadbury and their stupid game. 

	Oh, Morgan could [i]kill[/i] for some breakfast right now. Anything. 

	Oh, right.

	Morgan came to a halt to dish out a jolly rancher from his fanny pack and popped it into his mouth. The sudden sweetness almost made him forget about the dying people around him. Right. Cadbury had brought him here to start their little game of theirs and win. He also almost forgot about the shadows chasing them. Morgan turned just in time to extend his hand and summon a barrier of undead to protect him and Cadbury from the incoming attacks of the shadow things. 

	People? Demons? There was so much death around him that he couldn't tell if these shadows were undead or ghost or demons. Or anything. The sense of death was just so overwhelming and almost disgusting. Almost. 

	[color=F08080]"We need to find someone, anyone still alive."[/color] Morgan put both hands up as more shadows began to surround them. The wall of undead would only hold for a limited time, and Morgan was not ready to fight so many in one go. His only option was to summon a wave of his minions to wipe out the surrounding area. Morgan needed time and help. So with the wall still around them, Morgan pushed forward down one of the bloodied and body covered paths of Central Park. Morgan was used to death. The smell and color of blood was not something he was unfamiliar to him, but he had never seen death to this scale. It made his stomach turn despite the jelly rancher in his mouth. 

	[color=F08080]"I wish I was back in Paris in my big bed with all of my stuffed animals getting ready for fashion week. Dummy Cadbury, couldn't your game wait a few more weeks?"[/color] Morgan whined just before of the shadows forced itself through the protective wall of the undead. The shadow, covered in blood, wasted no time and pushed its black hand into Morgan's shoulder. The young man only managed to dodge in time for the attack to brush his shoulder and into the pajamas and his skin. 

	Morgan gasped loudly and looked between the torn fabric and the already attacking shadow. [color=F08080]"No! My silk pajamas! These were five hundred dollars you cock!"[/color] His hand glowed a bright shade of pink before a knife of crystalized blood appeared; it almost looked like it was made out of ruby, on his hand and cut down the shadow. [color=F08080]"I am so mad. No breakfast. No clothes. No fashions week."[/color] He wanted to get enough cute and fashionable outfits before this game of Cadbury's even started. Now he was going to be forced to fight on his jammies — not the greatest first impression.