//ultraviolence//

You know, meetings with Dracs usually aren’t as pleasant as visiting your old aunt for tea ( as if anyone still has aunts OR tea) but when you’re all by yourself and low on battery, it’s impossible to come off without a scratch. Val had plenty of scratches, if you will, that wouldn’t stop bleeding. He wasn’t far from Beta’s place when he managed to get away, and he knows that one way or the other, she can get him fixed up alright.

                             ❛ Surprise me, babe. ❜

“Pleasure, Beta Bomb.” He replies smoothly, taking her hand in his thankfully human, but gloved one. His skeletal face was always in a perpetual smile, so it didn’t bear repeating that’s what he was doing. Surreal was the perfect way to describe meeting Perro. Impossible, but small things happen, and your brain just…copes with it. Not with fear, but with acceptance. Like it was no big deal.

“Were you just out wandering? Or are you looking for something?”