Ɣoid.

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“That is because I am much. . Much older than you.” Void chimed in, pulling the large cork from a bottle of formaldehyde. xitter.cf/Paranoidisms/status/95…

“I am not something you should get involved with. Be curious elsewhere.” Void continued to do his job, which was dealing with a corpse and it's dissected chest. xitter.cf/Paranoidisms/status/95…

“I don't think you need to know that.” For the sake of wanting to be anonymous, Void merely turns back to the corpse he was working on. “You should be curious about other things.” xitter.cf/Paranoidisms/status/95…

Void eventually feels something that a demon should not feel. Guilt. Sympathy. He didn't want to mess up this young kid because of his own egotistical desires—now biting his tongue. “How did you even get here?” xitter.cf/Paranoidisms/status/95…

“Must be hard to handle sometimes—.” Before his pupils could dilate completely, Void looked away and slowly zippered up the body bag behind him. xitter.cf/Paranoidisms/status/95…

“Insulin pump?” He queried, curious but also intent on asking questions. . It was his turn to be the one asking. “Diabetic?” xitter.cf/Paranoidisms/status/95…

“What's that?” Void chirped, not wanting to forcefully have Dipper expose what he's hiding—but the creature will ask if he sees resistance. xitter.cf/Paranoidisms/status/95…

— He's not all miserable

He wouldn't know what hormones were. Demons operated on an ego principle of personality. The pleasure principle. His needs were filled and that was it. The creature gave a small smirk. “And answers come easy, you think?” xitter.cf/Paranoidisms/status/95…

“I don't even know what's happening.”

Stands with a scalpel. “. . What?”

And a h u g e bottle of formaldehyde.

Mumbles.

Certainly a strange reaction from a human being. Void scoffed, craning his gaunt neck to the side. “What do you really want?” xitter.cf/Paranoidisms/status/95…

“But that is what most people look for.” Void had been walking the earth for centuries, and this was often the dilemma. xitter.cf/Paranoidisms/status/95…

“I am not a friend.” The looming entity gave a small stare, which every time his eyes drifted—black mist fell from them. xitter.cf/Paranoidisms/status/95…

Burps.

“I am something you don't want to get tied in with.” Void removed his latex gloves—tossing them into a bin with a 'biohazard disposable' sticker on it. xitter.cf/Paranoidisms/status/95…

Void stood, gaunt and drained. He liked to not have his time wasted. “Then I suggest you figure it out.” xitter.cf/Paranoidisms/status/95…