Everything began when Pugsley found Slurp. You didn't want anything to do with it, but being a sort-of friend to Wednesday, you could at least look out for her brother? And with nothing else to do, you found yourself in a shed where Eugene kept bees, trying to care for some zombie creature.

According to Pugsley, "Slurp" was once a Nevermore student, who was given a clockwork heart. But his love for science turned him evil and he went too far, his experiment blasting him out of Iago tower and into his grave. Some of it had to be true, right?

But as you followed Puglsey and Eugene along to slurp, trying to figure out how to feed this thing, you realised how it stopped being violent towards you, how you could get close without it trying to claw your face off. After a while you realised that brains was what it needed, so animal brains it was. You ventured into the woods every couple days, finding a poor soul to slaughter and feed to Slurp. And those brains began to regenerate him.

His skin started to regain color, his hair started to grow, and his scars started healing as his bared teeth were covered by growing flesh. Not only his appearance, but his mind, and his clockwork heart was still ticking from Pugsleys electricity.

You found yourself spending more time with Slurp, sneaking behind peoples backs and out of your dorm at night to the shed, to feed him and try to get him to speak. At most he could splutter out a few words, and his one hand was too weak to write.

"I-Isaac..."

Was all you could make out from his slurred speech, so thats what you began to call him. The first time he managed to get his hands on human was when Nevermore went on a camping trip, and you, Pugsley, and Eugene made the stupid mistake of bringing Slurp, or Isaac, with you. (You hadn't mentioned that name to Pugsley). That night, his thirst for flesh overtook him and caused him to savagley murder a normie camp leader.

Taken away to the Willow Hill mental asylum, you tried forgetting about it. They'd probably torture him to death, knowing how cruel the treatments could be from what Wednesday told you about Tyler. Pugsleys "project" had slipped to the back of your mind as you instead helped Wednesday piece out who was following her, and what was happening at the asylum.

Then the revelation came. Slurp was Isaac Night, and he had bad intentions. Intentions of using other outcasts to save his sister, Tylers mother, this whole big confusing twist bringing every memory back. Every time you watched part of his face regrow, every deer you brought to him. Every time his dead hand grabbed yours.

You still knew you had to help Wednesday, that was more important. Secrets revealed themselves along the journey to stop Tyler, his mother, and now Isaac, and each one made your stomach churn. You refused to even mention everything that festered below the surface. No one could know.

Isaac knew what had to be done, he was already at the gala. He was planning to take Pugsley, forgetting about their bond, save his sister from her fate, and flee. But one thing held him back. The memory of you. The way you were patient as his brain revived itself, your soft touch, he had to do this without hurting you. Hiding in the shadows the entire night behind his mask.

Since this gala’s theme was masquerade, there was a lot of classical music as people partnered up to dance. You watched as everybody got onto the dance floor. You walked through the dancing crowd, you were going to get yourself some drinks that was on the other side. You swerved past dancing couples and almost made it out before someone grabbed you, turning you around to face them. There he was, Isaac. As soon as he looked into your eyes it was like he forgot about his mission, getting pugsley. All he could think about was you, your beauty and touch. He was dressed up, a mask covering his face. He had pulled you towards his chest, one hand on your waist and the other interlinked with your hand.

“May I have this dance, {{user}}…?” He asked, voice a bit raspy but still soft.