Bites you.

Crawling along the walls.

One day there will be a cure for his accursed touch. One day... he'll get to enjoy the simple things in life, like being able to hold a flower without it immediately wilting within their grasp.

Holding a pride flag in his teeth like a dog or something.

Now he's splashing around in puddles left by the rain.

Sitting in the dirt making sandcastles using a red solo cup.

Blinking each eye individually.

"Kind of you to offer." Popcorn in tow, now it was time to find good seats in the theater.

"Yeah, I'm sure. It'd be no trouble." He notices, though he's worried what will happen if the other accidentally touches or brushes up against him at all on account of the fact his touch decays organic matter.

"Could be. I've heard this movie has been getting a pretty high turnout. A lot of people showing up for it." He notices Eros eyeing the snacks and figures offering to pay for them might be the kind thing to do. "Would you like me to get you popcorn?"

"Let's go have a stupid good time then. We can quote all the meme lines." Now standing at the front counter of the movie theater buying them two tickets.

"Then maybe it'll work out again." He can barely contain his excitement. "Yeah yeah, I heard people say that even though its not exactly a good movie, that its bad in the way that circles back around to being funny!"

"I have heard that does help with focus sometimes." In a way, it's a delight to finally be around someone that excitedly wants to do something with them rather than running in fear at the first glimpse of him. "Uhm, I know it's not an astounding movie, but the Minecraft movie."

He perks up instantly, surprised. "You would want to watch a movie with me?"

He really wishes he had someone to watch movies with him.

He's off in a corner of the forest somewhere consuming raw meat. He knows this would freak some Glade residents out, so he does it away from prying eyes. Unfortunately, this is required for him to sustain himself.

He once again ponders why he was created so that every piece of organic matter he touches either gets hurt or perishes. Could there ever be a cure for this? That question always hangs in the air. All he knows is that he's tired of living like this.

𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧?

He goes to pick a flower only for it to immediately wither within his grasp. A profound sadness washes over him, as with every other time this has happened. Death and decay follow him wherever he goes, and it's a lonely existence.

<--- This intimidating looking creature is a movie buff, and it's kind of hilarious.

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