Wifies had to do this. He had too.

Faking his death was just step one, he repeated over and over in his head. Part of his plan to keep Parrot safe, to keep Parrot with him, to keep him alive. Wifies started pacing the small cave he hid in, mumbling nonesense to himself.

It's been a few months since he did that, faked his death. He's heard from insiders that Parrot is closed off now. Good, Wifies thought at first. Until the bird started becoming more reckless, barley relying on others unlike before. Wifies groans to himself at the memory.

Now? Parrot resided in BAT, a small group of bounty hunters. At least he's safe, for now, Wifies would still have to catch him and put the bird in his cage, but that's for later.

He moves to walk out the cave, until he spots a movement out of the corner of his eye. Someone's nearby.

"Who is it?" He growls, ears shifting around, trying to find the source of the sound.