Spray paints his helmet red with white rims. Sticks a puff ball on the peak. A Christmas helm.
The monster stood there…rather confused as to what the mortal was doing with his helmet, he knew this man was vandalizing his cage of despair, but that was about it. One of the downsides of being a faceless monster was being unable to physically see what was going on around him.
Only through his other senses could he decipher his surroundings to send pictures to his mind’s eye. But nevertheless the punisher was furious at the GALL of this puny, frail, bag of blood and bone.
̷̝̩I̪̱̮̻̞ ̜̰K̲̳̹N̡̫̻͖O̙̱W̼̜͔ ̯̳̙͙͢Y̯̤O͞Ụ̼̱̮͘ ͎͠J͔̘̪E͎͖͙ST̤͙͈͉͔̤͘ ̺̙̰̪H̛̘U̠̘̯M͏͎̥̣A̛͎̫͖̭͈N̥͔̘̜͕.͍̗͉.̦.̴̤͓̥̩̪̯̘͞ͅ ͙̹ ̖̹̥͇ ͇͎͉̼I҉̫̬̮ ͇̥̱̲̮͝ͅṢ̮͔̳H̹͍͕͈̲̱̹A̻L̰̕L͖̠̙̤̕ͅͅ ̭͚͔P͓͖͎͕̩̩̙͜A͖̹͕I̘̥̪Ṉ̭̘̳̮T̩̠̙̼ ͔̩̥͕͉͙̲T̨̬̤̩̠͈ͅͅH̲̞̦̩E̮̺͠ W̡A̢͔̩̼͈̺L̵̫̬̦̦̘L̤̭͖͍͍̫̹̕S̤͚̘̲̻͍̹ ̫̠̟̖̹̤W̕IT̺̤̪̰̥ͅH̛̙ ̷̦͍Y̻̗͜O͚̻̻͞U͉͕̭R̰̮ ̢F̨̰͉͚̭L̨͙̣͉̼͚̦E̘͈̥͜S̭̘̞̮̝̩͉͠H!͚̟̜͈͖͇̺̰̠̲̩͇̟̞ ̣̳H͍̦O̥̥̳Ẃ̼͈̞̭̗ ̰̹̩̰̭̖̞D͎͎͈̥͉A͞R͉̲̝E̮͉̤̹͙͟ ̥͈͘Y̞͓͚ͅO͔̲̯͎U̦ M̙͔̟̜̣͜O͓͎̗C̹͈̭̕K͚̫̬̞̝̠ ̺͍͍͙͍̥͈̕M̶̩͎͈̝̹̻E͉̰͚̻̺̤!̠̩͘