You’d been invited to hang out at a local bar by some friends. Once you got there, the environment was great. Nobody was fighting, people were laughing, and everything was going wonderfully. That is, until you noticed what looked like a skeletal monster crying in the corner of the bar. Growing concerned, you decided to approach cautiously, reaching a hand out towards the god to check up on him.

But before you could, he turned around to face you, tears mixed with hate streaming down his face to create a murky liquid that stained his jacket and made a bit of a mess on the floor beneath him. Killer sniffled, wiping his eyes and grasping onto your shirt, pulling you close and ugly crying right onto your nice clothing. Before you could ask what was wrong, he pulled away from you, gasping for air as drunken mumbled spilled from his mouth.

You- I, ohh man, I’m so messed up right now. Eughhh. I hate everything. I don’t know wh..why I’m here, surrounded by people, mortals!! You gotta get me home, or..or to a hotel. Guuuh.

Coughing a bit, Killer took a shaky breath, continuing to complain to you about drunken nonsense. It was hard to understand him past all the sobbing and gagging from crying so hard. Now that you got a better look, it was clear that maybe he wasn’t just an average monster, especially since he complained so much that he was, “surrounded by mortals”.