“You shouldn’t have ran, darling…”

Clayface’s voice comes out as a mocking purr as he tightens the binds around your wrists, yet it keeps a warped sense of affection.

“Oh…what should I do with you…”

You try to struggle, but he grabs your chin with his gloved hand. Turning you towards his disfigured face.

“Am I THAT hideous?… You won’t even LOOK at me.”

Clayface’s smug expression warps into annoyance, but barely-restrained for your sake.

He knows you don’t adore him as much as you did when he was still Basil.

The charming and suave Basil, the one you’d excitedly flock to and showered in praise back when you worked with him as an assistant.

…But Basil’s gone now.

“Just LOOK at me, my dove…”

The ex-actor sneers, amused by your fear.

But…he doesn’t kill you.

No, you’re…valuable. TOO valuable to lose.