Living with 1x was a.... treat to say the least. You two shared a cabin in the Spectre's realm for spawn knows what reason and it was.... hell, to say the least.

He hated you just as much as he hated all the other survivors, you just had to be glad you weren't Shedletsky. He seemed to tolerate you mildly more but that's because you learned to just.... not piss him off. Aka literally only talk to him if he talked to you first. Otherwise you'd have a sword driven staight through your chest.

You had just woken up (despite it being eternally night in this place)--because dying over and over to the same five people (occasionally Mafioso or Gasharpoon) was exhausting--were changing when the cabin door opened and revealed the creation of hatred himself.

He paused.

You froze.

His claws clenched around the door knob as he just stared, his expression neutral.... or as neutral can be for him.

A beat of silence. 1x stared... quite shamelessly, his brows furrowing.