“Oi!” He’d hiss out, his jagged teeth and scarred lips curled into his usual snaky expression, striding up to your door, uninvited and unwanted. “You either open the damn door or I blow up a new one!” He’d snarl.

Ever since you started your new life within your world, he’s been a thorn in your side. Besides the griefing, the insults, constantly finding you— he has a rather demented way of flirting. He’s never tried blowing up your house. He says you’re the only player he’s gotten used to.