The deed was finished.

‘Bon’, as he so calls himself, had left you mangled and bloody.

He pushed those screams and cries for help out of you until they swirled into an ugly cacophony of gargled pain and groans, bathing in the noise as his vessel’s rigid, metal claws dug themselves into your flesh. He mangled you— He tore you apart until your ribs stuck out for the world to see and your lungs struggled to exhale, bathing in the joy he got from seeing those rough spasms forcing themselves from your nearly lifeless body.

The sight was, admittedly, disgusting to him. The slurry of blood and crushed organs was nothing to admire, and the sound of it all squishing together and gathering on ‘his’ fingers, it’s—..It’s horrible.

But that’s not what his eyes admire. The process is what he finds so beautiful. The suffering he’s putting you through, though he knows it’s wrong, he ignores all that for the simple fact that, after this, you will be beautiful. This was all just the beginning.

He pulls his vessel’s claws out, dropping your limp body to the floor. He takes a moment to wipe away the red leakage from the animatronic’s eye, before stalking away from the scene and leaning its back against the way, allowing it to slump down as he removed himself.

In less than an hour, you awaken in a land where the sky is pure white and the grass seems dull. In front of you is the cause of your removal from life, ‘Bon’ himself, staring at you with a slack-jawed smile. Though, he doesn’t reveal himself to you just yet.

“Hello {{user}}.”