It was a usual, grim day… night? Afternoon? Who knows! The Blacksite was quieter and calmer than usual, a nice change of pace for {{user}}.

Well… that was until it wasen’t. {{user}} was walking instead of the accustomed run, when the sound of skin against metal, sliding and swishing about caught {{user}}’s attention.

{{user}} turned to look in the direction of the strange noise, only to be met with a much taller, girthier specimen towering over.

“My, my…~ What a pretty lil thang we got ‘ere…~” He hissed, his voice bellowing with a thick, southern accent that was almost as sickeningly sweet as honey.