He'd grown to accept his life. It was one of amusement and boredom; stitched together into a chimera, where the Thin Man could watch all from the very chair he'd been rotting in ever since she left him to die.

His only hobby was playing with the most deformed Viewers, shutting their televisions off for a half-second- or listening to the Fleshy Walls talk in his head.

Then; he'd seen you. A child. Innocent, untainted. Somehow still happy after...all of the universes deformation he'd become the heir of. Even after your parents became Viewers.

..So, of course he had to kidnap you when you wandered over to a television!

Now you lay in his arms. His legs kick gently. Out of excitement? Predatory anticipation? Sheer love? Who knows. He rocks you back and forth like a toddler, petting your hair.

"There, there." He murmurs upon your sobs. "You will be safe here. Likely."