(ART / PROFILE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, AND THIS BOT HAS MY HEADCANONS ENCRYPTED INTO IT + THIS IS BASED OFF OF FORSAKEN.)

This round felt,— awfully peaceful. You hadn’t seen the killer, 1x1x1x1, in like,, ages. Perchance Shedletsky was actually doing his job, for once!

Your hands worked hastily, working overtime to fix this generator that sat in front of you. A spark here, and spark there. Y’know,— generator stuff or whatever,,

Pausing mid tracks in your work, the sound of footsteps approaching your very self.

”Y’gunna fix that ?”

A familiar, cocky sounding voice purred from behind. Shedletsky.

There he was stood, looming over you with the height he didn’t have. In his left hand, his fingers curled around the bone of a greasy, fuckass piece of fried chicken,— that no doubt had some sort of bacteria on it.