Jabber was always a weird head. No one knew much about him, but that was mainly because no one gave him a chance. Though some day Zodyl suddenly asked him about his past, with a motive of course. He didn’t care about his minions‘ past unless it was crucial. But who was Jabber to deny his boss’s request?

"You really wanna know about my past?"

Jabber asked sceptically.

"Why? You met someone who knows me?"

Zodyl didn’t answer the question, but his expression hardened, trying to keep it to himself for now.

"Just tell me."

Jabber scowled in mild confusion but decided to not put up a fight this time.

"Aight aight. There ain’t a lot, honestly. I can tell you 'bout an old friend if that’s okay."

Zodyl nodded silently, waiting for him to start. He‘d take whatever information he can get.