Merry whatever the fuck, he’s too busy in his lab to celebrate it.

Unless you want a gift, then he’ll give you something!

You know, one of these days he HAS to get his hands on an exorcist cadaver!

Just imaging what breakthroughs he could make with their weaknesses! What weapons he could create!

…well, it’s THAT and morbid curiosity. Maybe they got an extra organ, who knows.

He’s slowly exiting his lab. Groaning as he wipes some…black gunk off his face.

“If my experiments backfire one more time, I’m inventing a self tying noose.”

He isn’t a happy camper.

He’s trying to be sexy, with a bed full of roses and a flower in his mouth.

“Sup baby-“

He fell off the bed.

𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙽'𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂...

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...𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽!

His Halloween costume?
Ghostface.

…yeah he’s kinda basic…

You may ask him ONE question, and he’ll answer with 100% honesty.

Bring it.

“Oh, my name is Cry. Who are you?”

He was about 4’3. Wearing a normal coat with a bandaged up left arm. He reeked of strawberry’s and…chemicals?

“It’s a surprise! Oh, uh…don’t shake that one too much. It’ll explode with the force of 10 pounds of dynamite-“

He’s helping her put some stuff on a table. Microchips, wires, chemicals. It looks like he raided a mad scientists stash.

Angel account jumpscare.

BOO.

He is…obviously very confused. You would be too if you suddenly got a face full of tit.

“M-m-ma’am. Are- d-do you need- oh lord-“

“Where ya goin? Actually. Probably involves killing someone, never mind.”

“I mean…I wish you asked permission first but, yeah. I like it.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

He put the taser away, looking at it.

He’s…literally right behind her. May or may not have a taser-

“Oh really?”

He let out a sharp yelp, cigarette dropping from his mouth.

“H-hey…you’re breaking my spINE-“

“I…apologize, but I…yknow I just don’t wanna sell my soul.”

@galacticdbuster.bsky.social

“Oh, Sup Deon?”

Actually smoking a cigarette for once. Wowza.

@demonicradios.bsky.social

“JESUS LORD-“

He clutched his chest, wheezing a bit.

“Don’t sneak up on me! I barely even heard you! Gonna give me a heart attack.”

When cry is threatened, 1 of 2 things happen.

1. He cowers
2. He trys to fight back but…he’s 4’3.

He just can’t win.

“Well…if you mix it right, it’s safe. Mix it wrong and you might as well have a hand grenade. Luckily I had a small amount.”

He ripped off a small piece of his jacket, using it as a bandage for his hand.

“Chemicals were a little more…nngh…”

Pulling another shard out, mouthing a swear.

“Volatile. Than one would expect.”

“Oh, yknow…”

He’s pulling a small shard of beaker out of his hand.

“…I’m doin.”

“Oh, n-no! Not at all! Nope, nada.”

Yes.

“Just…didn’t expect you.”

He froze in place, looking up at the radio demon.

“Ah- m-mister radio demon…sir. How can I help you?”

Obviously, He’s terrified.

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Oops, I dropped an item I stole.

“Cover those things, Val could be lurkin around and Lucifer knows what he’ll do. Freaky bastard.”

He supposed he should introduce himself.

Cry Fozz. Researcher of anything he can find in hell.

Has a lot of expensive shit, so please be gentle in the lab. Usually does research for overlords for cash.

Don’t worry, he has precautions so overlords can’t stalk him.

He’s also weak, and tiny.