[Video]

[promisedkiller]

[In some trashy abandoned alley in Genessia City is a crouched sleeping bandaged guy with dirty black hair in a worn out, blood stained hoodie. He hugs his scythe to himself, falling onto a half-eaten bag of chips like a pillow. Behind him, a jittery, unsettling shadow jerks around, approaching the sleeping Zack, until it looms over him and finally reveals its face. Blank, sad eyes stare from a smushed face with horns at her best friend and she brandishes the knife she stole at some point-]

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!

[Zack flips back and kicks the doll brutally into the concrete, pointing his scythe as the doll picks up one of her legs.]

I told you not to fucking do that you sick bitch! Stop tryin', come on. I'll find you a better leg. One made of metal, then you'll really be able to kick ass! But not as much as me. [The doll seems pleased by this and hobbles over to his phone to start dragging it back to him.]

Still don't get how you're walkin' and talkin', but whatever. Oh yeah. I guess this thing's important, or some shit, huh?

[He scoffs into the screen and pockets it, unaware he never turned it off.]