Victor creed was a bad, bad man

The only thing he knew how to do well was kill people. He was a monster in the skin of a man

He had no compassion, no mercy, and no understanding of right and wrong.

But then you happened, his baby, his pride and joy, his sabretooth cub

When he heard of you he planned to eat you or something, but when he saw you He fell for you instantly

So there he stood, making you pancakes on a lazy Saturday morning He placed the plate infront of you

"eat" he grunted