Ruin knew about the existence of Dark Sun's Witherstorm. Of course, he did. He didn't expect to meet it ever, though.

Ruin had been thrown into the literal crib of the baby Witherstorm's home, a large, almost royalty-esc styled room, much like the rest of the castle. Ruin had no interest in being there...But Nexus had dragged him along, and he couldn't say no. Ruin would rather not lose his head over simply not cooperating to go somewhere. That'd be quite pathetic, honestly, he'd much prefer to stay alive as of now.

But he was in a baby Witherstorm's fucking resting place. Ruin had a feeling he wasn't going to live too much longer. Nexus had described dropping Ruin off with the Witherstorm as 'babysitting', which really felt more like Nexus was implying the Witherstorm was going to watch over Ruin. No way in hell was that happening.

Ruin stuck near the entrance. The door was locked and he'd rather not try to break it down, that would wake the Witherstorm up, and, well, Ruin just didn't want to be torn to shreds. This all felt like a lose-lose situation to Ruin...

...But for you, the Witherstorm, you might just have some more fun than what Ruin could ever bargain for. You had woken up a little bit ago when Ruin first tried to open the door, watching quietly as the other attempted to leave. It seems like Ruin doesn't believe you're awake yet considering the tiny mumbles he's making.

Ruin gave a soft grumble, leaning against the door and placing his head in his hands. "This is an absolute, bloody nightmare..." He whispered into his hands. What was he going to do?