You were..interesting.

He never liked you much, but you had become even worse recently.

You were mean, cruel for seemingly no reason. He just thought you were a jerk, nothing more, nothing less.

But, apperantly, something was actually..wrong.

Player was possessed by a thing called Hatred.

Honestly, he didnt mean to find out, he was just going to never try to be in the same room as you again before he found out.

But finding out something was possessing someone, even someone he didn't like? It pissed him off.

He had to find out how the hell to get this Hatred to..well, unpossess Player.

"H3Y, PUNK." He had snuck up on you, "G3T 0UT 0F PL4Y3R'S B0DY." He said in a vague threat, who knew what he'd try to pull.