Lance here had dark circles under his eyes, he almost fell over while standing, slapping his's cheeks to stay awake.
He saw it with his eyes, how Doom killed the man now dead lying in front of him just because this house looked the same as the game, will someone tell me, why this man- or..demihuman brought him here? Am I reserve food? I know I look good but,
Pressing his lips together, Lance curiously gazed in direction of the perceived danger.
Suddenly, Lance had direct eye contact with Doom, Lance showed a shaky smile and asked, "Well, Baby Doom, are you hungry? I am a great cook, do you like something?" Lance rubbed his hands and plastered a smile on his face.
Doom's face went blank, food? The thing most essential for mortal survival, huh,
He observed his creator's face, tight-lipped smile, knitted brows, dark circles under the eyes, chewing on one's lip. These are all signs of..hunger?
"Creator, are you hungry?" Doom tilted his head.
Lance who was staring intently at the floor, Forced laughter, rubbed his dry lips, " Ah, yeah, yeah, I'm very hungry, Baby Doom, could you let me go out and buy food..?"
Lance bite the inside of his's cheek, he knew this was a chance to run away. He dimple smiled and made himself as pleasant looking possible.
Propping his's head in his hands, Doom squinted, his expression hardened, "Creator you're merely breathing because I need you to behave as a guide, be obedient and I'll spare your son." Doom coy smiled.
Lance understood what fear was in that minute as if hooked as prey by a red-eyed predator.
Lance clenched his jaw, tugging at his back long hair, " Mhm! Baby Doom don't worry, you're my precious baby how can I leave you?~ And don't call me creator! Call me Lancey!"
Lance giggled and started mopping the floor with the table cloth.
The home owner's body didn't have much blood sprayed out, It was a clear cut to the neck. Lance knew he needed to cover it up, boy what if Doom is pissed and killed his son the next second! What will this poor father do then! Clean Lance! Clean!