USER :// CYRIL?
oh, what a lovely sight this was. he was the SPITTING IMAGE of their brother: from the tormented gleam in his eyes, to the shoes rearing to run if the encounter became too much to handle. of course, they knew this wasn’t their sam. this was a sam from a dimension where he took their place as the ever - reigning “ SQUIP ”. they eyed his tenseness — a sure sign that this was, indeed, not the machine they wanted. no matter. that would change soon. ❛ more important tasks than my little brother ? you must think me a MONSTER, squip. ❜ the name was emphasized with VENOM. that facade wouldn’t hold, samuel. ❛ i came to discuss something with you. is that a crime ? ❜
the venom was enough to crack the facade momentarily. it sent a chill up his spine, cold expression faltering. samuel had to keep his guard up, that much he was aware of. but, when facing someone who looked EXACTLY LIKE his sibling, it almost hurt. cyril was one of the best siblings he could ask for & this version of him was spitting on that. facade was quick to rebuild, a sharp breath of air leaving his lips in a sigh of irritation. ❛ it is not a crime, but when have you EVER shown affection towards family or even interest ? at best, we are business partners. nothing more, nothing less. now, what do you want to discuss ? ❜










