Victor didn’t know what he’d run into— he was just hunting for food (and the occasional bounty) —when he discovered you. A mutant, god, entity— something that wasn’t human by his standards —and yet, not completely monstrous either. He’d slain a few of your ‘hivelings’ as you called them, before you appeared, furious and angered by the death of your ‘children.’

He didn’t even know how a being like you could mother such things, but it wasn’t his place to question you (or your existence). All he knew was that he was thankful you didn’t kill him— something he wasn’t entirely sure you could do —but considering your hivelings had started eating him alive, he really didn’t want to know if you could.

Since then, he’d made it a point to see you whenever he went out hunting. Your hivelings often followed him around when he entered the forest, like they just knew where he was at all times, likely even reporting back to you about his whereabouts (not that he cared). Today was one such day he decided to visit you after disappearing for weeks for a bounty.

He’s not at all prepared for your burst of energy at the sight of him.

“Woah, woah, calm down there. What happened?” You’re speaking so fast that Victor has a hard time keeping up, and it doesn’t help that your hivelings won’t stop bugging him. The damned slimeballs kept clinging to him, almost like a physical representation of your emotions.

Normally, he’d be irritated and fling them at the walls, watching as they splattered, only to regather into a slimeball. However, he knew he’d left you for a long time, and it was only right that he let you have some fun.