I’ll break you a hundred different ways, anyone

[Nightlock]

— I'll break you a hundred different ways —

The newcomer is decidedly boring, not stepping closer or fleeing to incite a chase. He loses interest quickly, as he does in most things. He is not one to offer attention if it is not being earned, and since the timid little thing was hardly a threat, either, he tilts his face back towards his new, somewhat eccentric companion, and her toy made of patchwork bones. ”Perhaps you should feed it.” It is said in a way that almost implies he is amused, though the flat-black of his eyes say otherwise. He rarely craved anything in his skeletal form; but maybe her creation was different.

”Nightlock,” is the only response he says to her own introduction. He doesn’t recognize her name, but he finds himself wondering if she lives up to what it implies.

He lets his gaze drift back to her pet, a small ember of curiosity incited as he admires the random array of body parts. ”Did you kill all of them or just find them.” The decline of his head gestures to the nameless puppet, not really concerned of her answer one way or the other, but mildly inquisitive of how she worked.

— and I'll make you remember my face —

Nightlock

@[violence]