Mind Readers, Demons, and Gods, Oh My! (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

"I am really regretting coming here with you." She said, taking another step away from the door.

“I’m regretting coming here,” Pax admitted.

“Maybe if you just yell for him he’ll come out and we won’t have to go in?”

“Er… maybe we could just… nudge open the door a little… and if he’s doing something… we can run for it and call Death?”

“That sounds great go ahead.”

Pax shook his head. “You do it.”

“Why do I have to do it?”

“Because I’m a pussy! You do it!”

“I never realized how much I like M doing things before now.” She shook her head, taking a hesitant step towards the door and pushing the door open.

A tall male in a whitish lab coat with raging purple hair (that was somewhat gray in the roots) stood with his back to them, and was standing over what seemed to be q kichen counter. In fact, the room appeared to be a kitchen.

North stepped behind Pax and pushed him into the room. “Time to face your fears.”

Pax squeaked as he was pushed, which woke the God up of their presence. He turned to look at them over a shoulder. His wide, droopy purple eye gazed at them and his sharp pointy nose brushed his shoulder.
“What is this? Visitors?”

“Pax needs to talk to you.” North said, taking a step behind Pax into the room.

Insanity turned around. He was a looming man but his eyes held something that seemed to be happiness. Both eyes were a rich purple, and his nose beheld his handsome face wonderfully. He seemed to be too handsome. He was holding a small child, who was giggling. It was a little girl with luscious pink hair and bright pink matching ones.
“Well, what can I do for you?” He asked, his menacing tones much evaporated.

North glanced at Pax, waiting for him to say something.

Pax cleared his throat nervously. “I-um…” Was at a blank for what to say. He glanced at North for help.

"Um well we're here because of M. He's doing really badly and Pax said maybe you could help him."

Insanity shuffled around, setting the child in a coat pocket. “Right. I’ve been monitoring his health and I’m not happy with the results. It seems PJ-1657 is not doing well.”

Yeah just yeet that child in your pocket.
"Um..yeah okay, that. Is there anything you can do?"

The smol child poked her head out of Insanity’s pocket, giggling, her hair puffed out everywhere.
“Yes, I think I could do something. But I’d need PJ-1657 to be here.”
“You need his soul?” Pax asked suddenly, walking forward. “The only way we can get a soul is to ask a Demon to strip it from him! It might kill him!”

"Um..please don't kill him.." She said, a little surprised by Pax's outburst.

Insanity grinned. “Then just ask Mom to do it for you.”
“Mom? You mean-“
“Yes. I mean Grace.”

North looked between the two, not really sure what was going on, as usual.

The child in Insanity’s pocket let out a loud shout of happiness and Insanity plucked her up again.
“Or you could just smuggle Metaphorical here. That’d be much easier.”

"He wouldn't come though.."

“Hence why I used ‘smuggle’. It’s either that or a Demon takes his soul.”
Pax sighed. “Then teleport him over.”
“Oh, right, I forgot I could do that.” Insanity laughed loudly in mirth.

North nodded. "He's going to kill us.." She muttered.

Pax grinned nervously. “It’s either that or death…”
Insanity hummed in agreement and sat the child back in his pocket and snapped his fingers.
M appeared yawning, and he seemed to have been sitting up, which sent him promptly into the ground.

North winced and looked down at him.

M groaned and stirred off of the ground slowly. “Where… where am I?”