which nine millimeter character are you *SPOILERS ABOUND*

A dead body is rumored to be in the woods surrounding your town. What do you do?

what dead body???? there's a dead body???

you look for the dead body

Your ears are closed.

nobody ever fucking tells you anything

can't answer, you're the dead body.

there is no dead body, you're the only one with brains in this place

One of your family members is campaigning for an election. Do you help?

only if they share the same politics

eh, they hired people to do that

hell yeah, they're family!

wait,,,,,they're FAMILY???

they won't let you

yo who the fuck is dumb enough to be a politician

Your friend is in mortal danger and they need help. What do you do?

Save your friend.

Hubris is the fatal flaw of heroes and you're not a hero.

you're not a doctor but you're first aid certified!

You're in worse danger lmfaooooooo

you're not even around to know

Chances are, you won't know unless they tell you. They won't tell you, huh.

Your friend is actually a demon who needs to consume humans to live. What the FUCK do you do?

*takes out knife* not your friend.

*calls 911* not your friend.

Depends, is this a recent development?

You set up a blood drive.

EAT THE RICH. EAT THE RICH.

Your ears are closed. Your eyes are closed.

There's a voice in your head. What do you do?

It's just the Mental Illness™.

It's your voice, wtf?? This isn't a problem.

It's the voice of a TV show character you really like, but it's really weird so you're just gonna binge watch another show.

You live on edge. Constantly.

You're having a pretty shitty day. What's your coping mechanism?

Run from your problems.

Beat the shit out of your friends [in a team sport way]

Accuse people of murder.

Take a nap. You're restarting.

Healthy creating.

Coping mechanism??? Life is a coffee grinder and you are Beans.

Bully yourself into thinking positively.

You're walking home when something comes at you. You reach into your pockets and take out:

Keys! stab stab

pens, hair-ties, random receipts. none of which belongs to you.

A swiss army knife!

Your phone.

Nothing. You may be small. You may be weaponless. But you have unadulterated rage. That will have to be enough.

Nothing. You're fucking huge though, so this shouldn't be an issue.

NOTHING BECAUSE YOU ARE /RUNNING AWAY/