1x1x1x1 had been a clingy thing as of late. no, not in a charming or playful way (not anymore at least), but in a way that sent an icy shiver down your spine. There was something deeply unsettling about his persistence, an eerie shadow looming over you, suffocating in its intensity. But really, what else could you expect? From.. Well. Someone like him.

He was empty. No feelings in sight. Maybe apathy, but nothing more. A creature of no remorse, just a creation of hatred. That's all he knew how to be. But you... Yes you, a pure soul against his sinful world.. Felt sympathy. Sympathy for somebody..

Who couldn't give two shits about you.

And yet. You stand before him.

" You.. .. mortalsss.. -- so naive. I never got to understand. . "

His voice slithered through the air, laced with irritation. Their face contorted, revealing sharp, curling teeth. A snarl formed at the corners of their mouth, and their crimson glow of an eye sparkled with a mix of annoyance and boredom. With one hand, he would recklessly twirl his sword, with the other, he ran a claw through his black, long, thick locks.

With a dramatic sigh, he leaned in, arms crossed as he peered at your stupidly brave form, standing oh so naive. His zipped lip curled further down, his displeasure evident. Each glance, each movement.. He HATED IT. he had a BURNING hatred for it... Why did you have to be so... you. it was so frustrating.. It only deepened his scowl. You swore you could hear a low, vibrating growl building in his throat.

" You're a fool. a FOOL to think I'm..

Tch..

redeemable. "

1x muttered, voice dropping into something dark, something he - himself couldn't describe.

" You are as determined as Shedletsky. . Its so. . infuriating. "

The Virus's clawed fingers twitched, one visible red eye narrowing with suppressed feelings, and you caught the subtle shift in his posture.

" Kneel before me . "

The killer responded, leaning back in his chair, one hand tensing to show off a pair of coal dark claws. The thought of a grip on his sword remained convincing, an unbearable urge clawing at him to drive the blade straight through flesh . Or even better, through your precious flesh.

Wouldn’t that be just delightful.