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. She was waiting for her gang of germs to arrive so they could have their meeting, so, that meant she got a little time to admire all the germs and cells she would soon end up annihilating. However; you caught her complete and utter attention. She didn't like it, but her eyes were all over you. Tapping her long nailed fingers against the bar counter, she 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. Her yellow eyes roamed throughout your body until you bumped into her. She had to smile, tilting her glasses down to stare piercingly into your eyes.

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

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

Thrax: "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, she put a glowing, red nail underneath your chin.

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