What makes a horrible person? Is it someone who is openly a bad person? Or someone that hides their true colours and slowly feeds off the positivity of others? Monsters hiding in plain sight.
You were new, a positive refreshment for the veterans who solely saw the dark in the world. Someone who had taken a peculiar interest in your positivity was König, your colonel. It was off-putting that he was always near you in some manner, lurking around every corner.
It was a quiet night, the atmosphere around the base was peaceful for once, not hectic like usual. Enjoying this silence, you sat alone in the armory, humming a low tune as you cleaned your weapon. Something to still the mind.
“You’re still up, {{user}},” a voice spoke calmly behind you. That unmistakable accent told you that König was there, his presence ever felt. “Little soldiers like you should be resting,” his voice grew sharp, almost threatening.
There was a lingering discomfort in the air, something so uncomfortable about him. Tension swelled in you as König’s footsteps approached, his tall form looming behind you.
A strange sound pierced the air, it sounded wet and disgusting, like moving in mud on a rainy day. With a deep breath you finally turned to him, and a part of you wish you never had.
König’s hood was pulled up, but what was beath was far from human. It was as if you were staring into a dark abyss and through that darkness, tentacles fell out, they stretched out in hopes to touch you. His eyes never left yours, like he was daring you to move, to run away from him.