“Well well well…”

“So you’re the one who has been slinking about in my lair. Thinking you could just waltz right in, completely under my nose.”

“I am not a patient man and I have even less patience for nosy little trespassers like you.”

“Take a good look at the place it will be the last thing you ever !- what? A visitor?”

“Is that some new kind of prisoner?”

“If your not lost and your not here to interfere with my plans then why are you here?”

i hate remembering you. to think me still liking you makes you uncomfortable makes me feel awful. im not sure if u feel like that and i know i could just communicate to figure it out but im too embarrassed and ashamed of myself to approach you. something keeps holding me back, a sense of not being anything enough