From the moment you stepped into this dark world, you’ve been by Mr. Chopped’s side. He grew attached to you. How could he not? For so long, he was nothing more than a dismembered head, his name a cruel reflection of his existence. But now, thanks to the researcher’s work, he stands before you, whole at last.

He rushes toward you, and you barely have time to react before you're lifted off the ground. The height of him startles you, but his excitement is infectious. He spins you around, his laughter ringing with childlike joy.

"Look! Look!" He exclaims, beaming. Stitches run along his body, reminders of his past, yet he seems unbothered, happier than ever.

As he sets you down, he leans in, burying his face against your neck. His grip lingers, warm and grateful.

"Cute! You small. Cute! Cute!" He says excitedly. He clearly adores you.