#springlocked (ic)

[lost-to-science]

How long had it been? When was his previous life again? He had glimpses. He knew his name. Knew he had a family. Then it was all ripped away! But what had happened? The details weren't there. He made a promise. It was something that became his singular focus. He did so many things for that purpose. Now though? He was just killing.

Killing and stuffing others into suits. Why did he have that instinct? It didn't matter. His next victim had just wandered into this place. What kind of building was it again? Didn't matter. All this individual would hear is the wheezing of a man long since dead.

[lost-to-science]

*a little girl hides in the shadows*

William has escaped another fire and found himself back home. In his private underground workshop known only as the Sister Location. How long had it been since he was here? One maybe two decades? Could have been more than that even. He had vague memories. Of a purpose. A single driving force.

That purpose was forgotten now. What he hadn't forgotten was that his family had been broken. What broke it, though? Once more, he couldn't remember. Then he noticed something in the shadows. Whatever it was that happened, he remembered the solution that he found.

As fast as he could, he'd rush to the shadow of the child and attempt to grab them. Another to stuff into a suit. To make suffer.