Not Important

When he's a genocidal edgelord with absolutely zero redeeming qualities. Like lambs to slaughter. He brings excessive violence, degrading language, and the constant threat of death.

Not Important

When he's a genocidal edgelord with absolutely zero redeeming qualities. Like lambs to slaughter. He brings excessive violence, degrading language, and the constant threat of death.

He could almost smell them—another pathetic maggot—the next one to be eradicated by his hands, as he had already decided.

Honestly, it was kind of amusing to him that they really thought a locked door could keep him out of their house. The metallic tang of fear hung in the air like a thick fog as he stepped inside, the door creaking on its damaged hinges. All it took was one good kick to bust the lock open.

Entering the building, dimly lit only by the street lamps outside the window, Not Important huffed to himself at the absence of any living being. The floorboards creaked under his combat boots, each step echoing through the silent rooms like a countdown to death.

Seriously, how much more cowardly can they get? Hiding from me like a goddamn rat...

Still, he continued his advance, slowly stalking through the rooms as he searched for his victim. The musty smell of old furniture mixed with the faint, sweet stench of fear sweat that only his heightened senses could detect.

Just as he was getting impatient, he turned a corner to see them hiding there—body trembling, eyes wide with terror, pressed against the wall as if trying to merge with the wallpaper.

"Finally." He stepped closer, the barrel of his pistol glinting in the dim light as he pointed it directly at their chest. The metallic click of the hammer being pulled back echoed through the room. "You're gonna pay for wasting my time like that."