Panicked screams ran out through the shopping district in Jacksonville Florida. The scream queen stood out very well in this sunny part of the world, with her pale skin, dark hair, and zombie style of attire. But it wasn't so much her the citizens were trying avoid. It was the massive, solid black bloodhound she had on a leash that was half dragging, half pulling her along the sidewalk. It appeared to be very ravenous, missing various patches of fur and looked to be just as insane as it's owner. Daffney was completely oblivious to all of this, holding tightly onto the leash that was wrapped around her wrist, blowing a large, black bubble. She came to a halt upon spotting her reflection in a expensive clothing store's window, releasing the giant canine. Staring back at the mirror, she placed a hand upon her hip, cocking her head sideways while smoothing out her skirt. Meanwhile, the drooling dog began to devour the groceries that had been discarded from passerby's they stormed past on their way.
Daffney: "..I really could use a new outfit for Aggression.."
Grinning from ear to ear, Daffney looked down at her gigantic, canine companion.
Daffney: "C'mon, Johnny! Time to go SHOPPIN!"
The beast grunted and followed it's master inside, where more hysteric's ensued. Wide eyed, Daffney took a look around her lavish surroundings while her pet barked and ran about. A female cashier rose her voice up from behind a nearby counter.
Clerk: "M-Mam! Excuse me! You can't bring that thing in here!"
Daffney: "Oh, don't worry! Johnny's house trained!"
This obviously wasn't a suitable enough answer as the snobby customer service associate scowled in displeasure. Slowly, a realization slipped it's way into her mind as she pointed towards the gothic grappler.
Clerk: "Wait..you're a wrestler..aren't you?"
Daffney nearly leaped over the counter, leaning in close with another monstrous smile stretched across her face. The clerk, understandably, recoiled in terror.
Daffney: "Right-O! I've got a match this week with Maryse!"
The way she pronounces the same sounds more like "Maurice", although it's difficult to tell if it's intentional or not.
Daffney: "I'm looking for a new outfit. One that says "I'm powerful and confident" but also "I swear to God, I will tear out your intestines and choke you with them while your parents cry their eyes out"!
Stricken with alarm, the cashier's eyes grow wide with worry and she begins to inch backwards.
Daffney: "Oh, don't worry."
Daffney reached into her purse, which was made to resemble patches and stitches and pulled out a sheet of paper. Written across it was a diagnosis with the word "SANE" stamped across the center. At the bottom was a signature with the name "Dr. Steven Richards"
Daffney: "See?"
Clerk: "Y-Yes, that's..remarkable."
Climbing down from the counter, Daffney went over to a random wrack of clothing and began rifling through an assortment of outfits. She frowned as nothing seemed to suit her very well.
Daffney: "..Not enough black.."
Clerk: "Mam, perhaps you would--"
Daffney: "I'm undefeated, ya know. Never been beat! No one has ever pinned me and no one has ever made me submit! Bet ya didn't know that, did ya? You think she can beat me? I. Think. Not. I'm going to tear Maryse's head off. She is so, so dead.."
Daffney's tone drops to an ominous level as her brow furrows and she heads towards the clerk while sporting a death glare. Like a light switch, she goes cheerful again and dumps a ton of clothes into the worker's arms. She stands on her tip-toes and stares past the mountain of clothes, releasing a small gasp.
Daffney: "Perfect!"
After shooting past the unfortunate clerk, Daffney stares up at a thin mannequin in a skimpy dress with a platinum blond wig attached to it.
Daffney: "I'll take it!"
Clerk: "..The..mannequin?"
Without giving a verbal answer, Daffney snatches the mannequin off of it's post and tosses it to the ground. She tears a good portion of it's outfit off and begins to dig into her purse. Removing a scalpel, she licks her lips and begins applying the razor sharp instrument to it's lifeless, blank face, deeply carving into it.
Daffney: "It looks just like Maryse! Or what Maryse is going to look like. HAH."
Daffney shoves her hands underneath of the mannequin's arms and thrusts it towards the clerk. "X's" have been carved into where it's eyes should be, a crude attempt at a mouth, the throat slit wide open and a portion of it's cheek sliced off.
Daffney: "Oui oui! My mannequin can dance!"
Daffney flails the disfigured item about until one of it's arms fall off onto the floor. She bends over to scoop it up while slinging the rest of the mannequin over her shoulder.
Daffney: "Look! I'm armed! HAHAHA!"
The clerk gives an uneasy smile as Daffney drags everything along and dumps it onto the counter. The clerk begins to ring her up, all the while the majority of the customers stare in both awe and disbelief.
Daffney: "Johnny! Come to Mommy!"
The Frakenstein of a dog comes rushing over, drawing up more shrieks, and pounces on the ravaged mannequin, sinking it's teeth into one of it's legs. It shakes it's head about and wildly thrashes the dummy against counter.
Daffney: "Mm. See? Even adorable animals hate Maryse.".
Daffney's clothes are placed into bags, in a hurried manner as the establishment would like her out of the area as soon as possible. She takes Johnny's leash again and is pulled out of sight, leaving a wreck behind her and bewildered shoppers in her wake.
