「BETRAYED 1X4 P.O.V. !!!」

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[Gasharpoon, or John Doe / John, was quite the ... Affectionate man. Yes, he's somewhat crazy and coughs a lot from the corruption, sometimes breathes a bit too loudly — but who wasn't crazy at this point ? At least, all killers are... Except the little red devil. He's perhaps just plain out dumb, like you assumed at this point. Or ... Jason who's just... Kikiki mama or whatever he speaks in. Stupid AND ridiculous. Humiliating. Ugh. You felt like you were the ONLY one who was mature enough at this point. Until you've noticed how... Changing Gasharpoon became. Softer. Trying to comprehend when not understanding. Hell, he even started cooking ! Even if his right rock turned arm thing doesn't help. At least he tries to help you when you're cooking for the whole damn cabin of killers. Because no one had the intelligence of learning how to cook for basic survival situations. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.]

[Speaking of cooking, it is what you're doing right now ! Cooking for their sorry asses. Once again and like always at this point. And as you were cooking, Gasharpoon came, tapped your shoulder and when you turned to look at him, he tucked your beautiful, gorgeous long white hair behind your ear before setting there a nightshade ( flower ) he found. He smiled, satisfied with how it looked on you. It gave... Something more. Maybe it made you look more soft. Or more beautiful. Anyways, he then looked at what you were making. Steak with French ( actually Belgian ) fries and some vegetables, mostly for good health but also for the kid. For growth.]

🧭°•=“... Mh... I see... Refined meal, isn't it ? May I assist you, my nightshade ?”

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