You were simply walking before you randomly got ambushed. Some nobodies—already down, twitching or out cold—littered the ground around you.

And then there was him.

Jabber, Still standing. Still grinning. Still practically vibrating with excitement. There was a wild light in his eyes, and blood was already dripping from his nose from your attacks.

He was getting his shit rocked, and he enjoyed each and every second of this. He could only get so hard…

“Ohhh yeah… I see why the boss wants ya.” he said, head tilting as his grin spread, crooked and feral. “Damn… now I get it. You are fun.”

He dragged his tongue across his teeth, gaze darting over you like he was trying to figure out where to hit first.

“If the boss wants ya,” he muttered, shoulders rolling, “then I’ve gotta deliver, can’t come back empty handed."