Twisted

Redrum nodded in appreciation as Cadaver's paw met his back, a silent acknowledgement passing between them. "Like- an ally —always by Redrums side," He agreed, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. "It does make Redrum feel stronger."

As Cadaver's gaze hardened with contemplation, Redrum considered his words with a nod. The idea of his mysterious companion being more than just a warning system intrigued Redrum, stirring something deep within him. "A part of— Redrum yet to awaken..." He repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "KD? When Redrum— first came out —of mothers den -for the first time, there— was a cat. The— cat attacked- Redrum, and —Redrums head got— hurt very bad. Is— why Redrum— talks- funny. And— is— different." His gaze locked on Cadaver’s, the divulgence of his accident causing the crimson boy to fidget while he waited for a reaction. It was a great source of trauma for him after all. The twitching, the speech irregularities, the way he sometimes had a muscle spasm. It was all the result of that accident.