Evan drummed his fingers on the edge of... whatever the god damn matteress thing HABIT had put him on was, staring at the camera almost blankly. He wouldn't sleep, no, not after what he knew, what he had been forced to remember. He looked away from the camera, looking around the room and then up at the stairs; his eyes narrowing. "Nope, nope, not thinking about it," Evan muttered to himself, trying to keep the images from flooding his already broken mind. He looked back at the camera, knowing who had put it there. Knowing who was WATCHING.
HABIT. The bastard who took everything he loved, friends, family, his baby. Leaving the feeling of her bones against his teeth, of Steph crying and Jeff begging. Who had broken him to the point of iNSaNiTY.
Who had driven him to take on the... thing... That killed Alex, that probably killed Ryan. 'But...' He thought, rolling his neck and looking back at the camera with an eerie calm. 'I will find it, crawling in the dirt like the digusting creature it is, and I will attack it. It will attack me... and I'll finally... finally... I will die,' Evan let out a relieved sigh, a sad smile coming to his face.
"It's time for this moster to go," He said aloud. Repeating what he had already said to the camera.
HABIT almsot lost it there, he wanted to just burst out in laughter. The fucking idiot. Did he really think HABIT was going to le thim DIE!? Haha! What a funny thought, Evan will die when HABIT decided. After everything, everything, was gone from him. Forcibly taken and ripped apart by his own two hands. HABIT licked the lips of his backup host, twirling a knife in one hand and playing with a piece of his next meal in the other.
He heard the girl behind him cry out from pain, he had just finished her off, now it's time for her to bleed to death. To be honest, HABIT got a little lazy, it wasn't the least creative way he has a killed a person for sure, but it wasn't the most. The smell of blood hit his nostril's, and he grinned like a shark. "Hahahahaha," He cackled, spinning around in his chair a couple times before stopping to face the girl.
"Who could win a Rabbit? You could win a rabbit or a rib!" He sung softly, grinning like a madman and watching as the woman passed out. Her last screams fading into the dimness. He shrugged, then rolled his neck slightly.
"Dinner time,"