"Pass the story?" Add one to two sentences, only rule is just make grammatical sense to the best of your ability!

I looked up to see him looking down on me. "Watdoyouwaaaaaaaaant!" I screamed.

“I’m going to kill you,” he replied politely.

"We can talk this out!" I begged. "I'll give you brownies!"

The man-baby just glared and growled and continued pursuing me. I whimpered and kept running as fast as my unathletic, burning, weak legs could carry me.

"I HATE BROWNIES!!!!!!!!" He wailed, collapsing to his knees. "I…like…chocolate…croissants…" He began to sob.

I put my hands on his back and was there for him. Sure, I thought this was stupid that he was sobbing over desserts, but I just figured it was a panic attack or something.

"I have anxiety and so I kill to calm myself down," He explains through sobs. "But whenever desserts come up…I crash again." He was heaving buckets of tears now.
(this is like a dream
we're writing a dream
perfectly)

Annika hugged him, not trying to give advice, just being there.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" He asks.

"Because…I know what you've been through…" she said.

"What? Dessert anxiety?" He looks up and sniffs.

"No…" she said with a slight smile. "It's…it's not important." she said, her smile fading.

My uncontrollable laughing continues as the kid advances with a plastic toy knife.

Chara, anyone?

"Let's go to the bakery," He wiped his eyes, "And get some chocolate croissants. I'm very sorry for almost killing you."

(wait, me or Connie?)

(wdym?)

(you said "I'm sorry for almost killing you." but you almost killed Connie's character, not mine :)

(This isnt a rp….. its a pass the story…)

(We all use the SAME character….)

(OH!)

(Sorry, I've never done this before :)

(Welp, I feel stupid)

"Alright." she said.

(ya…anyone could be the guy but I just picked him up by the scruff of his neck and added on a bit)

(We all do all the characters…. we do one bit then let other person continue where we left off fam.)

(If you want to know what i mean go to the beginning of this PTS and read a bit till you get it)

(yah. so, continue?)

He looked up at me and dropped his knife. "I'm Bill Nye as my father said." He wiped away some tears.
"I'm…." I trailed off. (you guys name them again.)

"Annika." I look up at Bill. "Let's go to the bakery."

His eyes lit up. "Yeah! I dont care what my father says! I dont have to kill people for him." Bill smiled.

Never watching Bill Nye again. "Chocolate croissants?"
(I ship them)

(Same lets make it a thing)
"Sure man!" I told him and helped him up. "C'mon! I'll pay." I smiled at the dark haired boy.

(yeeess)
Bill glanced to Annika happily, "We can take my hoverboard."