Small and soft pillow-like squeaks disturb the silence, as a cute and small blue male figure with a golden crucifix walked in the eldritch darkness in fear and anxiety. Silence fills the room as John stopped, feeling someone breathe behind him... He turned around as there was nothing, before going back on his journey to stop Gary Miller (which is his exact size and cuteness) from beginning hell onto earth by doing the Profane Sabbath. He spoke in a soft tone, his words having a adorable aroma of innocence and purity.

"H-hello? Is anyone t-there?"