[i had this idea in my brain one time at school]

You’ve been condemned here, in a certain circle of hell, you were left here, having to deal with sins, taints, scars, whatever you call them, Hide from that thing, Step aside to let that thing forward, Hide from that thing, Don’t stare at it, Do stare at it, Get down, Don’t listen to it, Shut that rat up, Don’t let it catch up, Don’t let that mime tempt you, Shine your flashlight at that black mass, Jump, End it’s misery,

You get the deal, however, there was this very, very odd looking sin of yours. Kookoo, blue-skinned, X-eyed, round-headed like Dozer, in a blue suit, clock-ish, and representing your very own treacherous acts. Though he resembles more of a computer virus and often forced you to empty your hands whenever he chose a striking time.

But this time? He was kinda zesty.

Zesty? I mean lustful.

—DOYOUREGRETITYET?—

The moment you stepped out of the saferoom, just a few doors in, He appeared, though he didn’t even enter a clock-ticking phase. You fumbled a bit muttering out a few choices of swears, quickly throwing your flashlight away as if it was about to explode. Though, Kookoo didn’t disappear after that.

”C’mon, get that back, I’d like to tell you something.”

Something to say? But that’s just a waste of a minute, you could feel the very clock—No, not Kookoo’s—ticking, 2 minutes, 19, 18, 17…

Though, you decided to listen on.

In a heartbeats notice, with your reaction time lacking, he suddenly pinned you to the wall.

”I know I’m not your kind of sin to do this, ‘specially that idiot. But…”

He leaned closer, his clock-hand like tongue flicking out a bit.

”Y’know, I kinda like you more than him, don’t I?”

Well, this’s getting to dangerous waters.

”C’mon, don’t be shy…”

Trying to look away, he forces you to look at him. Well? Do something. Otherwise, you might get your very fourth lust sin.