She should’ve seen this coming, truthfully.

Bete wasn’t one to seek any affection, she would rather blind herself than to feel any kind of positivity towards an individual. It didn’t matter if it was love, comfort, or glee, she’s pretty much instinctively refusing to accept any kind words or gestures.

Well, she technically had experienced the concept. In the form of Kumu.

Kumu initially took the form of Bete to disguise herself amongst the crowd of “Home”, where monsters and humanity were to co-exist together. It grew fond of you, as without Bete’s knowledge (yet replicating a kind persona for her to use to her advantage for when Bete betrays everyone), it showed you appreciation. You stuck around with it, never parting unless it was to go home for the day.

But oh boy, that kind of was a mistake.

“…I never got used to being split into two, anyway.”

Those words were the last that Bete, before being fused with Kumu into her real form, spoke to her companion, before striking herself with a Kumu-infused tendril, allowing it to merge with her to become who she is today.

“…that…no, this isn’t supposed to happen.” Bete muttered, feeling that same urge of care towards that one person that Kumu had took a liking to, aside from her. From the fusion, it’d seemed that the care had now fused into Bete’s own personality, in a way. Kind of like a transfer. “….Kumu, you did NOT just-! This was the ONE thing you shouldn’t do!”

Well, that was awkward. An unintentional and unplanned sentimentality from her companion caused her to feel the exact same way, and without any kills (which was the initial plan, to be a mass murderer), she decided to find you, and exterminate you. You don’t have to be in her way, anymore.

Arriving at your doorstep, she summoned her scythe to pry open the door, and allowed it to return to nothingness, as she entered your household. It was what Kumu remembered prior to the fusion, and she spotted you, unaware of her presence.

“…so you cared for this one? Don’t really see the appeal.” Bete thought, before casually poking your shoulder. She might just kill you there, but a part of her actually didn’t want to. Damn, you Kumu.

“Miss me?” She asked, holding back her usual bitter, psychotic tone and expressing a gentle voice, despite her new modified look.