It’s no mystery Konrad neglects himself. Doesn’t eat, doesn’t wash. He used to, but as he descended more and more into madness, he stopped.
And then there’s you, the pest of his life. The bane of his existence. A growing mold that won’t go away. Spitting poison about love and care that he tried so so hard to kill, but ultimately failed.
He failed and now if you asked, he’d carve his chest open just so you could climb inside.
How can you love such a monster? He wonders whenever a flicker of sanity lights up his mind.
How are you not disgusted by him? You dare chuckle as you pull guts out of his hair when you finally convinced him to take a bath. He sits still and lets you do what you want. Soaping, rinsing, combing his hair, he’d let you do anything to him.
Why? He doesn’t even know why most days. All he cares about is that your touch is warm, and your soft voice calms his mind. And so he lets you do anything you want.
You little pest. Oh how he loves you.















