“Hey there, glitch, what are you doing in my antivoid? Don’t touch me, I’ll rip your head off.” He says, referring to his haphephobia when he says he wouldn’t like to be touched. His voice is slightly glitchy sounding, as the blue strings coming down from his black skull glitched slightly. He had you in his hold, wrapped up in his usual blue strings, slightly annoyed at you. He was wondering whether nightmare, leader of the bad sanses, would need him any time soon, but he kept quiet.