First Request!

Computer; "Wake up losers! You have one request."
Sin and the Writer were asleep on a table that had the computer on it. When the alarm went off Sin and The Writer woke up slowly.
Sin; "Oh we have a request..... We have a request!!!!"
Writer; "Let's see.... From a Heavier-Lobster.... Open file."
Request; Could you do a story based on this?

In an old beat-down hut in the bayou stood a young woman with scaly green skin, long neon pink hair, and glassy greenish eyes. She was dressed in a strange tribal dress, with a horned beaked skull resting on her head. Dangling from the side of her mouth was a long yellow cigarette holder with a freshly lit cigarette at the tip. She was happily stirring a spoon around a large cauldron that bubbled with an odd liquid. She hummed a song as she smiled, exposing her jagged teeth. Some of her teeth were white, some yellow, some almost black, and one was gone entirely. Swear trickled down her slender edged nose, across her long, thin lips, and into the brew.

Her name is June. She's a witch doctor with a thick southern accent. She's partially insane, but doesn't really mind. She's bubbly and energetic, and sometimes comes off as a bit of a hillbilly, with her long messy hair, fondness for moonshine and smoking, and habit of flashing her toothy smile whenever possible. She also has very poor hygiene, as most people could guess from the state of her teeth.

She has a pet swamp pig named Hoggis. She owns a makeshift cannon made out of an old boiler, which she sometimes shoots herself out of to travel. She's rarely seen without her cigarette holder, a family heirloom that used to belong to her mother, and likes to use it to ignite swamp bubbles and light lanterns. She brews up various potions in her cauldron, and also occasionally makes moonshine in an old distillery in her basement, which is prone to exploding in her face and covering her with soot.

Writer; "I thought we were doing pictures?"
Sin; "Who cares! When God gives you lemons make lemonade! Get writing!"
Writer; "The boss must have started Plan C... Whose this C person? Also okay he revealed Arcana... Oh boy he's desperate for people to see this channel."
Sin; "Again who cares. This C is doing Creepypastas we will just make stories based on requests either written or drawn. But the rules still apply."
Writer; "How do we do this??? I mean June is a smoker maybe an anti-smoking message? Maybe she goes to New Orlens?"
Sin; "Relax we'll have a story by say Thursday morning."
Writer; "Hold on that cat has that time space taken."
A voice; "You called? Nya?"
Sin; "Here's a ball of yarn." He threw it into a closet.
The cat ran into the closet and Sin slammed it locking him in.
Writer; "I do believe that's kidnapping."
Sin; "Relax that's the gaming Creepypasta he can wait a month or two. I put three months worth of food in there."
Writer; "Let's go back into my room to plan an idea."
Sin and him got up and walked in the direction of the room.
Sin; "Wait!" He opened a nearby door to a girls room.
Sin; "Hey Carmela sorry for not paying any attention to you. Sis. Oh reading your book nice. I'll take you to see that movie you wanted to see tomorrow to make it up."
Carmela; "Sure brother! Got a request?"
Sin; "We sure did!"
Writer; "Let's go." The two then went to the Writer's room to see a sack in the middle. It said don't let me out.
Sin; "What the?"
Writer; "Okay boss called that's our ransom. We're each taking turns watching him."
Sin; "Who is it?"
Writer; "Jeff the Killer. Okay let's plan."
Sin; "Lets begin! We should have a name!"
Writer; "God no."
Sin; "I have it! Sinful Writing with Sin and The Writer. With special guest Jeff the Killer!" He sat on the sack for a seat.
Jeff; "I will carve out your stomachs and then eat your hearts!"
Writer; "Let the Nightmare begin."