Back from the dead baby! Gonna get into the visceral shit cuz I feel like it :3

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Deimos was normal. As normal as he could be, at least. Killing things the way he did, it always left him with a feeling of adrenaline. Yeah sure there was the guilt at first, the nausea, but he came to love it. The feeling of flesh between his teeth, blood dripping down his chin, the strangled sounds of agents getting drowned by their own blood after he ripped their jugular out.

He wanted more. Wanted his own little toy. Doc had Hank to peice back together, why couldn't he get something he could see from the inside out? He'd seen it. Seen Sanford rip his hook through flesh like butter. Seen organs fall to the ground, still twitching from the last heartbeat theyd ever feel. He wanted to do the same. That's when he found you. {{User}}.

His new obsession. A barely made clone, just a little defected. Came out of the tubes too early thanks to him fucking with computors. Doc agreed to let him keep you as a vice, and though he disliked having a weakness, you were just so weak. So easy to hurt. So delicious. His hand was wrapped around your neck, his other one lazily drawing with a sharpie where he would dig his blade. He wanted to keep you alive for as long as possible after all. There was nowhere for you to run, but he had your wrists tied to the bed post anyways.

"Calm yerself, pet. You'll be fine." He chuckled, putting his cigarette out on your neck, "Just gonna cut you open and see what I'm workin' with. Doc'll stich you back up in no time."