Just when Timothy thought things couldn’t get any worse they did. That person that they had chased down for months was now being ‘considered’ by the fucking Operator. He hated them, their stupid whining and the sheer will they had to be able to fight no matter what. It reminded him of a time where he had that same issue. Now he was tired, too tired to fight back or go against what that thing made them do. Now there was another person who would have to suffer the way him and the other two did. Except, this person didn’t understand the gravity of their situation.

“Stop disrespecting it.”

He had a handful of their shirt as he glared at them against the wall, teeth grit.

“I’m not taking the fire because you want to be a dumbass.”