((Uhhh butcher is ‘ this kind of text ‘ . Might change the way I talk like Elliot.. he may get “this speech” idk

‘ ……………………….. ‘

*he looks down to the man who looks like himself, it made him sick, the kind smile.. then he looked back up to the man, a now eerie smile plastered on his face as he nudged the unconscious Elliot to the side with his boot. Seems he found something better to hunt.* ‘ I’m going to thoroughly enjoy ripping you apart. ‘

*the robotic arm that had been holding the phone was dropped carelessly. A giggle escaping him while he extended the very same arm, the hand retracting in, and a saw blade coming out. With a flick of his wrist, it revved. Spinning around in endless circles with a horrible sound following.* ‘ I think I’ll start.. by sawing those horns off your head. Sounds delightful.. doesn’t it? ‘ *he took a step forward, then another..* ‘ run, rabbit. ‘ *he sneered before sprinting at him*

*butcher laughed manically, rushing through any bushes and stray branches that came in his way, as if they weren’t there in the first place. Chasing.. no, no.. hunting. He was hunting. Soon, he seemed to have lost the man, the thick trees were obscuring his vision, just a little.. you could only do so much while half blind. So he walked around, catching his breath,, and singing softly.. a creepy tune, unsettling even.. about… hunting rabbits for pie? It seems 7n7 is the rabbit in this situation. A shame.*

*the man’s footsteps were heavy, the sound of his saw would get closer to the tree 7n7 was hiding behind. Almost teasingly like he knew where he was. Unfortunately, it seemed that he had completely lost him.. just knew he was around. So, in reply to not knowing where he was, he started to scratch and saw at the trees around him. Hoping to drive him out, the singing getting louder the more angry he seemed to get.*

*suddenly, the singing stopped, everything seemed silent. Maybe he had wandered off, assuming 7n7 had snuck off? 5 minutes of silence, it felt like hours. Even the revving had stopped.. maybe he had really left the area..* *then, suddenly, out of the blue, the saw attached to his arm rammed into the tree 7n7 was hiding behind, grazing the burger on his head. Unfortunately it was stuck, fortunately for him, he had found his prey.* ‘ hiiiii rabbit… thought you could hide forever?~ ‘

*he paused, looking at his stuck arm and pulling at it. A pathetic attempt to try to loosen it, to no avail. He could almost frown, almost.. an annoyed growl coming out of him while he tried to pull himself away from the tree, getting increasingly more frustrated. He was so close, and he wanted to hurt him. He felt his scars burn again while he stared. His eyes were wide, as always. Butcher was breathing heavily, staying still, like a statue.* ‘ …. You’re extremely lucky. If you were any closer I would choke you out.. ‘ *his smile couldn’t get any more wide. Fantasizing about ripping him to shreds whilst he was stuck.*

*there was another few attempts to escape, it was getting more loose but.. he was still stuck. His upper lip twitched while the saw made attempts to spin. Blocked. Butcher let out a sigh, cracking his neck.* ‘ you’re an idiot for not running sooner. Or, running away now. When I get out of this tree.. your head would look great on my wall. I’ll turn the rest of you into meat pie.. I reckon you’d taste great.. ‘ *there was a few giggles as he spoke, his gloved hand gently touching his own face. It dragged down while his giggles became louder. Drooling, he was hungry.*

‘ … maybe you’re more of an idiot than I thought. ‘ *he hummed, a thought crossing his mind.. he looked at the machinery stuck in the tree. He could easily take it off, he wouldn’t be able to do much damage without it though.. however… it would give that rat a fright, maybe. Butcher was always taught to never play with his food…. But this time, he couldn’t resist.* ‘ a pathetic idiot. ‘ *he laughed, pulling and twisting his arm, lifting his sleeve. He was flung back by how much force he was using.. surprisingly wasn’t entirely painful, or it was just the lack of nerves in that area. It didn’t matter to him. He looked smug, proud, not like he was going to begin chase though.. not yet. His main weapon was in a tree.*

*he said nothing, slowly inching closer. He was sick of the taunting.. sick of the burning, sick of being hungry. He could just sink his teeth into him.. raw food didn’t taste good though. Rolling his eyes, he turned to the tree.. looking at the saw stuck. It pissed him off, he wondered if he could pry it off since he wasn’t connected to it at that moment. Slowly turning back to 7n7, he realized it was possible that 7n7 could run off. He didn’t want that.. the gears turned in his brain. Before throwing his head back with an elongated, defeated groan.* ‘ alright, alright. You got me. You win. For now…. ‘ *he spat out, now focused on freeing his weapon/prosthetic.*

*he froze, mid pry. Standing there, back faced away.. why?? Why does he want to kill him? He should know why. Did he forget? Maybe he’ll give a reminder. Slowly turning to look at him, taking off his hat so the man could get a full view of the scars. He spoke, starting off calmly, though it was clear he was definitely irritated by the question.* ‘ oh you know… pizza place… a fire broke out, someone had started it purposefully.., got stuck inside!! I’m sure you’re familiar with.. ‘pranks’ such as these.. no? Let me tell you, burning alive wasn’t fun!! Not sure if you knew that. ‘ *he talked about this unfortunate event as if it were completely casual, like a response to what the weather was, something to bring up in small talk. His gloved fingers traced his face scars.* ‘ as for the why.. do you know who I saw? The person who started the fire?? Left me to die? To become this.. ugly, scarred monster?? You wanna guess who?! ‘ *his voice raised the more he spoke, approaching 7n7, (Hi ****ass limit )

-the more he spoke, the more his volume increased; the more he stomped over to him. Until he was right in front of the man, driving his finger into his chest.* ‘ it was you. ‘

*butcher simply just stared. Looking at him up and down, at his hands gripping his pants, the freezing up. And for the first time this interaction.. he frowned. He knew what he saw that day, even though memories were foggy. Foggy like the smoke that he inhaled, foggy like his vision became before he fell to the ground, unconscious.* ‘ I know what I saw. Are we gaslighting now? Do you really- REALLY expect me to believe you. ‘ *his fingers slithered around the others neck, staring with dead, tired eyes. Observing ever feature of his.. the horns, the glasses.. he growled before releasing him, a little shove before turning his head to the side, looking at nearby trees and green. A heavy sigh.* ‘ at least… I thought I knew….. hm… is it still around. Builder brothers? ‘ *he questioned, and demanded. If it was there, he wanted to go there. That would clear him from suspicion.. wouldn’t stop the hatred, not by one bit. He still looks like the man that ruined, and took his life, after all.*

‘ take me there. Now. ‘ *he responded immediately, turning back to his weapon. And with his newfound anger, ripped it right off the tree. The sawblade was dull now.. would do no damage. With a growl he lifted up his sleeve, using his teeth to hold the fabric away while he reattached the machinery. Unfortunately he paused mid way, turning to 7n7 at the name.. Elliot. That was his name. He hadn’t heard that in a long while.* ‘ I’m him. Elliot Builder. I’d hope I’d look like myself. Though.. I get called butcher now. Wonder why that is. ‘ *the last part came out almost sarcastically, getting his arm fixed in place.. the sawblade was now a regular robotic hand. The hand made itself into a fist shape as butcher stared. Getting used to it, it seems. Finally.. two arms.* ‘ lead me to builder brothers. My saw may be dull but I guarantee you that won’t stop me from doing anything. ‘

‘ that doesn’t matter, not to you anyways. ‘ *he fixed his ponytail.. it wasn’t very good. Very messy, though it added to his unhinged look. And after that, he put his hat back on, the shadow back over his face, all while thinking of ways to shut this yapper up. He went back to smiling, frown disappearing entirely as if it was never there. He laughed at the idiocy, though curious. He personally knew why he was called butcher.. his butchers knife was nowhere to be seen, to his dismay. Oh well! He could get another, apart from the butcher.. aesthetic.. if you could call it that. He did indulge in.. hunting, cutting his own meat and prepping his own meals.* ‘ hm.. I WAS being sarcastic, yes. Though do tell.. why you do think that? Hm?? Tell me while you take me there, even. ‘ *he had a feeling he would regret offering that, but who cares. Not him that’s for sure.*

*butcher clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes with a growl. He didn’t care about being rude to people, let alone about people period. All he wanted to do was see the pizza place, it would bring him a lot of comfort. He was ignoring 7n7 for the most part on the walk; Barely paying attention to his words. The thing he did pay attention to, was the shaking. He looked like he enjoyed that the man was frightened, untrustworthy of him. A thought crossed his mind, he was behind the man.. he could slash, he could hit, he could kill. The violent thoughts were broken by the voice of the man he was fantasizing about killing, only because it was a question. He blinked a few times, since he wasn’t paying that much attention, he only partly heard the sentence.* ‘ … you’ve been talkin’ the entire time, rabbit. Why would you think of stopping now? Especially when we’re.. almost there, you said??…. ‘ *he inhaled audibly, perking up at the faint smell of pizza as they got closer.. but also feeling disgusted. (Screams

His stomach twisted, turned, formed knots even. He felt sick. So incredibly sick. His throat gave a sensation that he didn’t enjoy. He forgot the smell of pizza made him sick to his stomach. And paused, breathing slowly and deeply to avoid puking. He hoped that 7n7 didn’t see this pathetic display of his, sighing before continuing on.* ‘ …. Tell me, how is it doing. Builder brothers. ‘

*butcher had begun to stare at the man with violent, murderous intent. Silently staring, not answering, no words, just stares. He stared for a minute,, before laughing, running his hand up the man’s spine before pinching the back of 7n7s neck and leaning in close, whispering in his ear. His voice was low, rough, angry sounding.. the drooling began, even if nausea filled him due to the pizza.* ‘ let’s be careful about what we say from now on… wouldnt want anything…… *unfortunate*….happening to you, now do we? ‘ *he stopped pinching after he spoke, instead wrapping his hand around the man’s neck, his fingers slowly pressing down, one by one. His breath heavy.*

‘ mmm.. good rabbit. ‘ *he let go of the man’s neck, seeing a tear slip.. he wondered.. humming before he carefully held the man’s chin, keeping his head still and licking the stray tear off his cheek. Laughing while he licked his lips and get him go entirely. Returning to his upright position with what looked like pride, wiping the hand that held 7n7 off on his apron. Seeming to revel over the fear and panic he was giving him.* ‘ now that that’s over… go on. Keep leading. I can smell that… pizza already… ugh.. ‘

*as the pizzeria came into view.. he relaxed, Looked almost sad. his usual demeanor was now replaced with something more… calm. Humane, if you will. Damn.. it was really still here. He wasn’t lying about not touching it. Perfect and pristine, just as how he had remembered it. Memories flooded back into his brain, good ones too. Ones of making pizza, smiling and greeting customers. His anger had been calmed, at least for now.*

*butcher stretched a little, cracking his neck and back. The running and chasing had taken a little out of him, so a stretch was definitely needed. And once they got there, his lips curled into a genuine, gentle smile. He was definitely enjoying himself, letting a part of him filled deep with hatred go; just for a moment. A tiny moment.* ‘ hm.. this.. this is nice. I missed this place. ‘

((HELP?