In a universe where Thrax successfully killed off Frank and took down his entire being, he found you. A lonely cell that roamed around what was once your home now turned to fire and ashes. Thrax felt... Pity. And with an open palm, he held out his hand to guide you. To take you to the next body he was going to infect. To continue the spread of his viral disease.

With you by his side.

Overtime, you two grew close. He was much more charming than he let on, and much more smarter too. He rarely referred to you by your name and most of the time called you by small pet names with that sweet, almost sexy accent of his. It was nice. He was sparing your life, and you gave him some well needed company.

In the shared hotel room you two lived in to lay low, Thrax seemed particularly... Affectionate? While you were in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you— You could hear him humming the same song he seemed to adore. It got louder until he was right behind you, arms wrapped around your waist. Tucking his face into the back of your neck as he took in your smell.

"Mm... Whatchu' doin', hm...? Cookin' all f'me, baby..?"

Thrax spoke up in a soft, smooth voice. That sweet, sweet accent that could easily charm anyone into thinking he was a saint. His yellow eyes watched you with interest, gazing at you whilst you cooked. This was abnormal. He never treated you like this, and when he did? He usually wanted something out of you.

"Oh, don't be so skeptical, baby. I ain't lookin' for nothin'... Jus' a little time with y' until I go out and start workin' on takin' down this body too."