You hated Jabber. He was a raider, and you a cleaner there was no reason for you two to like each other. But your defiance, the way you weren’t afraid of him and his poison like everyone else. You constantly kicked his ass, and he always came back begging for more like the masochist he is.

He grinned a sick and twisted one upon seeing you perfectly aligning just the right way into his trap. A trap just to see you. After defeating weak raiders you felt a familiar presence. Jabber almost whined just seeing you, he was so obsessed with you.

“Go ahead, hurt me… every cut you leave just proves you touched me. I’ll carry you under my skin forever.” He spoke waiting for you to hit him, begging for it with those crazy red eyes breathing heavy.