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You winced as your abnormal- And that's being kind- savior dabbed at the little cuts and nicks littering your throat. Though the rest of you was protected from damage from your visually-disturbing yet heavy-duty clothing, you didn't have a collar on the jacket- Which meant that, from the neck-up, it looked like you fought a war against a piece of paper... Using only your teeth.
This person- Whom still hadn't introduced himself- hummed under his breath a merry, lilting tune that was surprisingly pretty. From an objective eye, he was far from unattractive- It was his expressions that made him terrifying. As life would have it, he was born with a voice as pretty as his face.
And a mind thrice as twisted.
"There we go!" He started cheerfully, hopping to his feet and twirling gracefully on his heel. "That cute little face of yours won't have any scars, but I can't say the same for anything below that. Well, you can't always have your cake and eat it too."
Wasn't it that you could never have your cake and eat it, too?
You refrained from rolling your eyes, and busied yourself by taking in your surroundings through tear-blurred eyes. With a person like him, you'd expect there to be random objects to be hanging from the ceiling, and strange hobbit-looking servants to be bustling about. Or something. But- You mentally scoffed, you shouldn't be surprised anymore- the place of his residence (you could only assume he lived here) was ordinary. If you were to buy a regular cabin out in the boonies, you'd find the exact same furnishings in it: A wooden table, some chairs, a gas stove, a small refrigerator, and worn-smooth counter tops. There was a hallway that presumably led to a bedroom, and a bathroom as well, if it were a more modernized one.
"Isn't it homey?" He enthused, seeing your scrutiny, doing another twirl, "You're free to stay here as long as you like."
You frowned deeply. Random acts of charity made you edgy... Reasonably enough, if you were in this situation.
He actually pouted when he turned to look at you once more. But it was quickly replaced with an all-too-knowing smile, one that made the madness in his eyes all the more apparent.
"Oh, come now... Where do you have to go? To that Red wench? She isn't fond of strangers at all. Especially when she finds out you found shelter from the Bandersnatch with me." You had no idea who the 'Red wench' was, but she must have been something awful, for someone as eternally-joyful as him to have a bad view of her. "Just face it, little Queen- I'm the only ally you have. It wouldn't be good to push me away and hurt my feelings, would it?" It was probably a good thing that your ability to communicate was hindered at the moment, because you would have bluntly questioned whether he would really care if you shunned him. He wouldn't, you deduced.
He leaned over you with a straight back, hands innocently folded behind him. You could almost feel yourself shrink in your chair.
A leer- He was probably trying to smile kindly, you noted absently- crossed his face.
"Now, follow me. I'll show you somewhere you can rest a little."
You slouched pathetically when he guided you to your feet, a hand on your elbow.
Couldn't you get clean first, at least?