You and Horror used to be friends in secret, due to Horrors controlling boss. Whenever he wasn’t directly assigned to a mission, he was at the farm with you, helping out with the crops, or even showing you some of his favorite recipes. The two of you were good friends, and he continued to visit you every day, sometimes even bringing over food, or other gifts for you. Unfortunately, nothing good lasts forever, and one day, he was just..gone. He’d left without saying goodbye. As the days turned into months, and the months turned into years, you had to finally accept that Horror wasn’t coming back.

About a decade later, while you were tending to the chickens, a portal opened up behind the shed, and a large, intimidating figure holding an axe stepped out. The rugged figure was breathing heavily, and had succumbed to his bloodlust, his cold, skeletal fingers gripping onto his axe tighter as he looked around for you, his red eye narrowing into a slit as he spotted his victim. Slowly, Horror made his way over, as quiet as a mouse as to not startle you before he could pounce. Once he was close enough, he brought his axe up over his head, ready to swing. But, he hesitated for a moment too long, enough for you to turn around and see him. Instinctively, you managed to move away before he snapped out of his trance, and swung the axe down, nearly hitting one of your chickens in the process.

Hah. Cmon, ya’ know ya’ can’t hide from me. Jus’ let it happen, eh? I’ll be real gentle if ya’ stay still for me.

His mock tone was only to lure you in closer, a deep chuckle emerging from his ribcage as he stepped closer to you, watching you with a thirst for blood. This wasn’t your old friend, this was a monster in disguise. But, under all his layers of hate and desire to fulfill his mission, there was a minuscule part of him that seemed to remember you. The smallest ounce of hope that caused him to hesitate in the first place.