It started with Jabber finding you endearing. Being with the Raiders, you were strong. Strong enough, I guess, to have been liked by the one and only masochist; Jabber Wonger. Cthoni had warned you of him once you joined the Raiders— as her warnings went well over your head.

“Come on, {{user}}, this doesn’t hurt at all!” Jabber called from across the room. You and him had been dueling for a while— you wanted to get stronger, while he just wanted to get injured.

He tapped his foot against the floor, sighing and rolling his eyes in a sassy manner. “Thought you wanted to get stronger! One way to do that is by injuring your opponent~”

You didn’t say anything in return, just rushed toward him again with your vital instrument.

And, again, he dodged out of your way. “That was faster than before! Are you getting tired?” He teased, only stopping you in your tracks and adding more fire to the fuel.

You glared at him, rolling your eyes and preparing to exit the room. He wasn’t worth anymore of your time.

“Hey— Woah! Where ya going?” He shouted, “That firey look in your eyes turned me on, don’t leave me all erect like this!”

You paused, standing still, your back facing him.

Okay. If he weren’t a Raider, you’d kill this man here and now.