This is going to be different from the other auditions. I'll just say...viewer discretion advised.
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Unlike the other two, the camera shows a dark room, only a wooden desk visible. And empty chair rested on one side, some...thing... sitting across on another chair. The thing had its eyes closed, though it was hard to tell since it had its head down, so its messy purple hair covered its face. It wore a purple shirt that was shredded, sleeves torn at the elbows. Under was an unharmed pink sweatshirt. It wore gloves similar to Freddy Krueger's, from the brown leather to the metal claws, although shorter. Bandages wrapped from under its gloves to halfway his upper arms. Its hands were laced together, and it was silent and still like a statue. A door suddenly opened, and a man sat across from the thing. It opened its eyes, showing their faded yellow colour. He had tiny black pupils surrounded by three this irises, one red, one blue, one purple, in that order. The thing eyed the man. Then it spoke.
"Greetings, friend." The thing spoke with a mixture of sophistication and menace. "I'm glad you could make it." The thing held its hand up for a handshake. The man did nothing, so the thing retracted its hand. Anger briefly glinted in its eyes. "Fine, don't shake my hand." It said with a shrug. Then it smiled, its jagged, pointed, unaligned teeth visible, as it checked its hand like it just got a pedicure. "It probably was for the best. My bite force is around 10 000 psi."
The man remained silent.
"To say it would hurt would be an understatement", The thing said with a sinister chuckle, "Your arm would have come clean off, leaving you to bleed out, and leaving me with a delicious meal. I'm rambling, though. Please, ask your questions."
The man asked something, but it was censored with static.
"I'm Black Hole, or BH", it answered, "but if you call me that second thing..." Black Hole let out a low, venomous laugh, "This interview will be cut shot."
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"My hobbies?" Black Hole asked. It tapped a clawed finger on its chin. "Depends on how I'm feeling. Sometimes, I just go out to scare the sh*t out of some people. Otherwise, I kill." It smiled at the thought. "The screams of those I kill are so much nicer than those I scare. Sometimes, though, I just want to torture people."
The man asked something, again censored by static.
Black Hole began laughing like a hyena. "As if I would tell you what I do."
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The man sits back down and asked another question.
"My thoughts on the others?" Black Hole asked, clearly offended by the question, "Their family." It lowered its head so its hair cast a shadow over its eyes. "I would never hurt them." Black Hole's tone was low and angry. It then raised its head, expression neutral.
The man asked another question.
"Why do I wear the gloves?" Black Hole just stared back at the man in pure rage. Its head twitched ever so slightly.
"Never ask about my gloves."
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The man still sat across Black Hole, shuffling through the papers he had infront of him. Black Hole was clearly bored.
"You know", It began, the man looking up from his papers, "You're awful at this. The whole point of an interview like this is you need to threaten the victim. And I'm not feeling very threatened." Black Hole paused to glance to the side. "You think this is frightening?"
Suddenly, Black Hole slammed both fists on the table, its eyes wide open, lips pulled into a toothy, menacing smile, light flickering as it said "THIS IS FRIGHTENING" in a distorted, deranged voice. The man jumped.
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The camera was lying on its side with a cracked lens, the man's arm in view. Black Hole suddenly crouched down and ripped the arm off the body.
"Such a shame", Black Hole said gleefully, "You didn't last nearly as long as the last one. He at least knew to bring a gun. Not that it helped." Black Hole could be heard laughing uncontrollably as the camera shut off.
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Black Hole... you never want to cross him. Best to avoid him at all costs.