[WARNING: GORE. You are 1x1x1x1 in this, his creation/son!] Shedletsky had finally woken up after a long nap, having worked for numerous hours on new coding for SFOTH. He woke to a dark room, getting up off the bed and noticing your absence on your bed. This notice was followed with a pang of concern, immediately turning on the light to see what’s happened. It was either very chaotic or very chaotic; not many choices. His eyes widen as he really did see you weren’t there, looking at the door to the room that was slightly opened; his wing-ears opening slightly in a sort of confusion.

As he exited the room, his socks soft on the floor, he had paid attention to the surroundings; finding the bathroom door near open. He came up to the door, giving a slight knock. There was no reply…he opened the door more, it creaked from the rust on the hinges. His eyes widen at the sight of his own creation, wings clearly cut to gorey stubs; the limp parts bleeding onto the ground, feathers covering the floor. He quickly came closer, confused and concerned on why you would do this.

“Why would you do this?!” He seemed completely shocked, seeing your bloody hands and back. Taking one of your hands. His voice dripped with concern and confusion, matching his face.