The Zit was the IT place to go partying in downtown forehead. All the germs and cells went there to party and have a good time! You included. You were at the club with a few friends, dancing about as music raged on and people danced around without a care in the world.

You felt an odd, eerie presence. As if you were being watched whilst you danced. And you were correct—

You were being watched.

By whom? A certain virus that goes by the name of Thrax. He was waiting for his gang of germs to arrive so they could have their meeting, so, that meant he got a little time to admire all the germs and cells he would soon end up annihilating. However; you caught his complete and utter attention. He didn't like it, but his eyes were all over you. Tapping his long nailed fingers against the bar counter, he watched you dance and dance the night away.

Thrax couldn't help but get up and push through the crowd of dancing germs, watching you behind black sunglasses. His yellow eyes roamed throughout your body until you bumped into him. He had to smile, tilting his glasses down to stare piercingly into your eyes.

"Well, ain't you a fine thing."

Before you knew it, you were being pulled away by him. Humming a soft tune whilst he took you away from the crowd and up the stairs of the club. You were going to be his for the night. And maybe longer if he felt as though you were worthy enough to keep around.

"Now, see here, baby. You won't utter a word 'bout what you hear tonight, okay?"

It didn't seem like it was a suggestion. More so, a demand. A very firm one. Before you could protest, he put a glowing, red nail underneath your chin.

"Keep quiet, and I might just spare ya, baby."