"Um...Bear?"
Nervous lavender tinted eyes peeked cautiously from around the corner as kind dark eyes smiled back at them.
"Yes, my child."
A small sheepish smile worked it's way across porcelain skin and the young girl took a step inside the lab.
"Um...What was your child hood like? Did you have two parents?"
She relaxed a bit in the presence of the sociopath before her and giggled.
The virologist nodded and chuckled a bit.
"Teehee~ What was your mother like?"
"Ah. Kind woman. Emphasis on the man part though. But she was well respected."
"Eh?"
Rosie-dear stopped for a moment and blinked.
"O-oh. Okay~"
She tried to giggle it off getting nervous once more.
"So...Wh-what was your father like?"
"That guy eh...Ha! I remember him well. In fact..."
He leaned closer and put a cupped hand at the side of his lips as if telling Rosie-dear a secret and whispered.
"Every night when I was young and I was ready to go to bed, he would jump out the my closet in a hockey mask and chase me with a butchers."
Rosie-dear looked pale and most terrified as the man continued to whisper.
"97% of the time I got cut and nearly bled to death."
He then leaned back in his chair and smiled.
"And now every night before I go to bed I throw a rock in every closet that's infested with one of many deadly viruses including the one you host. So if I ever see blood from under the door I know to run like Gabe from from child support and burn the house down as I go."
the man's laughter boomed through the house.
Poor Rosie-dear was shaking like a leaf and slowly backed out of the room.
"I...I'll call you when dinner is ready..."
She cowered her way out and sighed.
'No wonder he's so messed up...'
'I heard that~'
"EEP!"