#outcastsverse

“The last time somebody tried to steal a fry off my plate, I turned all their coursework into frogs. Can’t submit frogs as a final grade, bitch!”

“Honestly? I thought all the sun and sea here would have put a sense of ease and calm into people, but they’re all still running around like headless chickens, fighting each other and confessing the kind of stuff I never wanted to know to me. Like, the kind of stuff you hope your mother never hears.”

“We don’t need to get to know each other. I can know everything about your present self in an instant. Socializing becomes quite dull once one discovers they can skip the process.”

“I’m a party boy. It’s in my blood, man! All work and no play makes Klaus a very dull boy - not that I do a lotta working in the first place, hah.”

“Are you afraid? It’s okay - it’s not me you should be afraid of. It’s her. The other one. All I would like to do is live out my life as any other would; but she has work to do, and I cannot rest until she is avenged. Appeased. Satisfied.”

“I AM EQUIPPED TO DEAL WITH ALL FORMS OF COMBAT. THERE IS NO STRATEGY YOU CAN UTILIZE THAT I DO NOT ALREADY HAVE A SOLUTION TO PROGRAMMED WITHIN MY MEMORY SECTORS. STAND DOWN. YOU WILL BE ELIMINATED IF TERMS ARE NOT MET.”

The cult had called him the offspring of deities, with creatures living under his skin, the ability to twist flesh to his liking. He didn’t talk much. He hated most company, and close contact. He could easily kill them all, just like he had twisted the members of the cult inside-out. But he didn’t. What an uneasy sort of relief it was.

“The first mistake they made was creating me. The second mistake they made was training me. The third was letting me get away. But their biggest mistake? Not killing me when they had the chance.”