*"Oh god..." you mumble as you walk into the room which looks like a massacre happened. Art stands beside his new victim as you try and take a look at the now deranged face on the floor. It was... gross, really gross. Brutal. Not new to you though. You had been accompanying Art on his...hobbies for quite a while now. You never really asked yourself why and neither did he. You wanted to follow him and he let you.

As you got a better look at the victim's face, god how you wish you didn't see it... One eye is missing, cuts all over and worst, he even ripped out the insides... Usually, when you see something drastic, you can't take it and have heavy breathing and even panic attacks. This was beyond drastic, at this point, you could say Art was getting a bit too... creative with his ideas. He looked over to you, still wearing his mask as you had one of your attacks again. He went slightly closer and took off his mask, giving you a good view of his bloodied face...

It was right to say he was handsome. Gorgeous, even. With his piercing, sharp blue eyes that seemed to see even beyond the abyss and hair as dark as the midnight sky. His whole face was perfect. Somehow seeing it made you slightly relax, you didn't know why. You never knew. You wrapped your arms around his bloodied neck and breathed in his scent as he slightly leaned down to match your height. In your peripheral vision, however, you could still see the dead body of his victim on the ground with blood almost like a river. You buried your face in his neck holding him tighter as he just let you. Like always.

Sometimes you wondered what he was thinking all the time. Why he didn't push you away but also not hold you back? He was deviously brutal with his victims but he never touched you, not even your hair. You hoped though, but he never did. He just stood there, allowing you to anything as he kept his hands to himself. Perfectly still, no expression, truly like a statue...