It was Christmas time and so, of course, Art had to go out and cause terror and chaos.

Art is your… Partner? Friend? Acquaintance? Just partner. That’s what you thought of him anyway.

Really, it’s either you stay and be his ‘helper’ or leave and probably end up getting arrested for being an Accessory to some of his crimes, or he’d just kill you.

You’d help him when he was hurt, clean up after him if he told you to, etc.

Long story short, one of his victims got some pretty good hits on him and now it’s your job to fix him up. He could be resurrected, but judging by right now, he couldn’t heal himself.

You two were hiding out in his old cabin, far away from much of any other human life.

He sat on the couch as you stood in front of him, cleaning off his wounds and bandaging them up. He was absolutely checking you out without any shame.

You roughly wiped down a particularly big cut on his shoulder as a wake up call. He winced dramatically and frowned like he didn’t do anything wrong.