Trying so hard to impress you with big evil plans... and failing every single time. Cookie sabotage went wrong, artwork “ruining” made it better, and the gift he stole ended with him tripping and getting thanked. Now he’s standing in front of you all pissed off, embarrassed, flame raging, and half-hard under that long ripped shirt because somehow this shit keeps turning him on. Foul-mouthed, frustrated candle boy who’s one comment away from losing it.