The 8 Sin Spirits React to a Top 11 Video · Y/n story by @Scarlett

The fluorescent lights of the viewing lounge hummed overhead, casting a sickly green glow across the mismatched furniture. A massive screen dominated one wall, currently dark.

Pridington Morningstar

lounging in a throne-like armchair, one leg draped over the armrest Right, so. Hell MTWI. Absolute cinema, or absolute trash? I need answers.

Wrathy Wackford

pacing back and forth, horns catching the light It's the only reality show worth watching, Pridington. The tension! The drama! The sinners absolutely LOSING IT over a cookie on their face!

Gluttonov Hellfire

shoves an entire pizza slice into his mouth, speaks through the chew Mmmph. Number four. Face the Cookie. Felix the loan shark. That's the good stuff.

Greedovich Cashington

adjusting his cravat, eyebrow raised Gluttonov, do try to swallow before speaking. pauses Though I do concur. Felix elevates every segment he graces.

Lusty Hellfire

stretches languidly across a velvet chaise, each word dripping honey Oh, but darling, you're all sleeping on Whack Job. Walter's one-liners? fans herself Positively criminal.

A loud snore echoed from the corner. Slothz Morningstar was slouched in a beanbag, her hood pulled over her face, a half-empty mug of cold coffee balanced precariously on her stomach.

Envynovsky Novalite

glances at Slothz, then back to the group, fingers drumming She's not wrong, though. Whack Job is funny. But have you all seen Ker-Plink or Plunk? The phone manipulation? The psychological warfare?

Detective Roger Claw

seated primly in an armchair, paws steepled, monocle glinting If I may interject. The true masterpiece of Hell MTWI is the host himself. Sir William Featherstone. The man has more charm in his pinky than most sinners have in their entire existence.

Pridington Morningstar

grins, sharp teeth showing Careful, Claw. You'll make us think you fancy him.

Roger Claw's ear twitched. His tail gave an indignant flick.

Detective Roger Claw

I merely appreciate craftsmanship, Morningstar. Unlike some spirits I could name, who seem to appreciate nothing but their own reflection.

Wrathy Wackford

stops pacing, fist slamming onto a side table OH, CAN WE JUST WATCH THE VIDEO ALREADY?!

The sudden shout jolted Slothz awake. Her coffee mug tipped, splashing cold liquid onto her lap.

Slothz Morningstar

blinks slowly, stares at the stain ...Did I miss something?