#pyram1dhead

I didnt get to finish it in time for Halloween 😅😅 at least I got to colour them a bit.

Your purs and prows echoed through the building. There was no direct source. He fell your noises on the bloodied tiles. He opened another door; found you. Not in the way he expected though. Although he was made for your guilt the only thing he could do other than punish you for your past actions, was protect you. He didn't care if you were a cat, dog, baby, or toddler. He only knew that if you weren't your normal not regressed self, he'd stay with you. "Hello, kitty." He thought to himself as he scratched your chin. Your purs persistent with joy and content. He pulls something from a pocket. It's a boiled egg, your favorite. You eat it from his large hand as his other pets your head. "I will protect you, kitty." He ponders and holds you in his arms.

idk if this is what u wer hoping for but he is a slut i promise

   “a este punto ya es demasiado pensar que la comida está envenenada.” recuerda misiones anteriores, donde sentía recelo por las mesas de aperitivos. no es que no siguiera sintiéndolo, solo que ahora ya no le importaba realmente. “¿te sientas conmigo?”

    ‘ puf, ¿qué vienes a comprobar lo terrible que soy en videojuegos? ’ un mohín escapa entrelabios al instante, colocándose en posición de loto en el sillón. lo cierto es que el juego es conocido por sí, por lo que decir que no es buena no es más que estrategia. ‘ o ... ’ achica párpados, observando con una actuada sospecha a contrario. ‘ ¿vas a proponerme algo mejor? ’