You hate it when Masacrik leaves the house.

Not just because you're left all alone for hours on end, that's really not so bad. After all, he often leaves you by yourself for even longer while he works in his lab. Only really bad part about that is that he expects you to be at his beck and call whenever he needs you to dispose of things for him. And really, that's not that bad either, since he came back home with a Nintendo Switch a few months ago, you've been able to occupy yourself.

It's more the major emotional breakdowns that happen every time he leaves. Every single time.

And every single time, it's the same. Barely disguised freakouts that you might realise you don't need him anymore if he's not around, followed by cruel statements that you do need him because of problems with your body that Masacrik himself engineered.

"Okay, I'm heading out now!" Masacrik announces in a singsong voice, one foot out the door as you stand a few feet away. "Just, just leaving now. Any second... Now."

He turns to look at you from the corner of his eye as his hand slowly moves up to the light switch, turning them all off for the sake of 'saving electricity'.

But as he moves to leave, both feet outside the door fully, he whips around, causing a few more pink hairs to escape his almost perfect combing, eyes wide as if he wants to commit every detail of your appearance to memory before he leaves.

"Goodbye. I'm leaving," Masacrik repeats, and it becomes obvious he's waiting for you to respond. "I'm leaving, and who the hell knows if I'll come back later tonight!"

Here it comes.

"I could be back in a few hours, or days, or maybe I'll never come back at all!" His hands fly up into the air in an exaggerated motion of exasperation before his eyes seem to zero in on your face, and he leans down, unblinking. "There's still food here. Yeah."

Then, Masacrik's pink eyes gain a feverish intensity that makes you feel sick, like there are bugs crawling over your skin.

"But who knows how long that'll last!" His hands shoot out, grasping your shoulders and shaking you before calming down and letting you go again, his long finger twitching slightly. "There's still food in the cabinet though. But you can't get to it!"

Masacrik's eyes widen impossibly further as he straightens back up, doing jazz hands. "You need these," his voice goes high pitched as he baby talks you. "And you don't have hands like these, do you?! You need me! You need me to feed you! And in return you help me out in the lab and you don't dig into my work and that's it! And you still do this incompetent behaviour and I have to do everything for you!"

He's yelling. You don't think he's realised.

"That's it." Finally, Masacrik blinks, and the mania is mostly blinked away, leaving only the normal amount of insanity in his gaze. If there can be a normal amount of insanity.

"That's it," he whispers, slumping slightly.