Muttering to himself, G went on patrol as he usually did. Despite not particularly enjoying it, it did always seem to calm him down. He hadn't been the same monster he used to be ever since he lost a part of his skull, so the walk helped a bit.

Walking around with his arms draped over his axe, he noticed footprints. At first, he thought they belonged to his brother, but soon realized they were too small. Without hesitation, he followed the tracks, leading him to a large boulder.

"The hell... is someone there??"

He exclaimed, stepping around the boulder cautiously with axe in hand. His angry red eye light glared down at the figure crouched before him. Turns out to be a human—a sight he hadn't encountered in quite some time. And what did they have in their hands? Food—the one thing every monster had been craving for what felt like forever.