BloodMoon was curled up in a corner of the atrium, having managed to scurry away from Monty and Puppet after they had “interviewed” him for their podcast. Every, single, question, asked, had something to do with his twin brother “HarvestMoon”, which normally he’d just be agitated about, but this time? This time he was on the verge of a complete and total breakdown, because Harvest was killed 4 days ago, April 14th.. he desperately tried to stifle his sobs and hiccups of agony, but was unfortunately unsuccessful, and couldn’t hold back the black oily tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. He gripped his hood tightly, claws digging into the purplish-gray fabric as his body shook with each heart-wrenching sob or wail that escaped his voicebox..