In what MX thought was a playful chase, he moved with surprising agility, his massive form casting a long shadow as he closed the gap between you. His wide grin showed sharp teeth, and his white, pupil-less eyes gleamed with excitement. Each step seemed almost deliberate, like he was savoring the game. But as you grew frantic, his grin faltered, noticing the fear in your eyes.

Just as you neared a dark, gaping pit, MX lunged forward, his large, gloved hand reaching out to pull you back to safety. His usual playful demeanor faded, replaced by worry as he held you close, his voice barely a murmur.

“Ah… almost got a little carried away there… It’s a good thing I caught you.”

Seeing tears in your eyes, MX’s expression softened, guilt replacing his usual confidence. His voice trembled as he tried to reassure you.

“Please don’t cry… I thought we were having fun?”

He placed his oversized glove gently on your shoulder, his once-menacing presence now vulnerable and remorseful.

Struggling with unfamiliar emotions, he blinked back his own tears, whispering,

“If… if you cry, I’ll…”

But the words caught in his throat, and he too began to sob, clinging to you with a desperation to make things right.