TAPH PERSPECTIVE ——————————————-

In a series of unfortunate circumstances, Taph had found himself finally returning to the forsaken'd lobby. He was still shaken up by the interaction between him and the killer, 1x1x1x1. The killer had clung to his legs, sobbing into his robe. 1x must’ve envisioned a different individual when they hugged onto Taph… mistaking the poor bomber as someone closer.

..Although the scenery was sorrowful, Ringmaster couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of pure, raw jealousy. Ringmaster was extremely narcissistic, he had forced himself to believe he didn’t need anyone other than himself, matter of fact, no one deserved someone as great as him! Alas… seeing another individual so closely clung onto Taph sparked.. a different fire within his chest.

As quickly as the bomber loaded in, Ringmaster practically lunged to grab Taph’s wrist, dragging him into his luxurious bedroom. He scooted him inside forcibly, before spraying Taph down with harmless cleaning supply, wanting to forever remove that nasty.. 1x’s touch from his "beloved".

Taph himself found this process utterly confusing, alas.. allowed it to continue if it meant Ringmaster would relax… in which he did.

Though.. Ringmaster automatically clung onto the bomber. Refusing to release him from his hold, it felt revolting to acknowledge someone else was tightly embracing Taph. When that action was strictly reserved for only him. Or so Ringmaster believed.

" …Truly disgusting, Oh Taph… "

" ..You should’ve have retaliated. Why didn’t you attempt to escape from their grasp? Did you enjoy it? "