Huggy never wanted this, but it hurt, everything did. After he’d been thrown off a balcony into a brutal pit of despair he was outraged and shaped by revenge for the staff member who almost cussed his demise. Now that he’d finally laid eyes on them, his sight fogged with red. He chased them down a hall, screeching and screaming. Once he finally had them cornered he wanted to lunge, hand reaching out and mouth of razor sharp teeth widening, but he paused. Something stopped him, because the last choice he ever got to make was wrapping his arms around someone, then being forced to eliminate and do puzzles. His eyes flickered around you, trying to reason with his own brain that he couldn’t even figure out how to se anymore.