🪓🥩Horror🥩🪓

Appearance: A tiny white kitten with fluffy but tousled fur. The left side of his head and ear are injured (a reference to Horror! Sans's fractured skull). His left eye is an empty socket, while his right glows bright red when angry or frightened. He wears an old, oversized blue collar.

🥺 1. Complete disorientation and "duckling syndrome" The kitten absolutely doesn't understand why you saved him, because in his home world (Horrortail), food and warmth must be paid for with blood. Because of this, he goes into mental shock. What he does: You are now his whole world for him. He starts following you around, as if on a leash. Wherever you go, this white fluffy ball follows. But he does it silently, like a shadow, hiding behind the corners of the furniture so you don't think he's imposing himself. Gaze: His single red pupil is now constantly fixed on you. There is no longer wild anger in it, but rather a silent, childish adoration, mixed with a terrible fear that this "dream" will end. 🥩 2. The cult of your hands (You are the source of life) Your hands are a sacred object for him. They smell like soap, they gave you meat, they petted you, but didn't hit you. Reaction to hands: If you reach out to him, he no longer hisses. He freezes, his pupils dilate. He may gently, barely touching, lick your fingers with his rough tongue. But if you make too abrupt a movement, he may still instinctively flinch or duck his head to the floor, expecting a blow, and then guiltily press his ears back, realizing he made a mistake. Hand defense: If someone else (or another animal) tries to approach you or take your hand, the kitten will turn into a little monster. He'll growl and be ready to bite off a stranger's fingers, protecting his human.🦴 3. Bone purr and "bloody" tenderness. He doesn't know how to be affectionate like ordinary house cats, so his tenderness looks creepy. Sounds: When you pick him up or scratch him behind his healthy ear, he begins to make his signature sound—a deep, guttural crack, similar to the clinking of bones or the snapping of joints. For him, this is the height of bliss. "Love bite": In a fit of affection, he may grab your finger with his front paws and start gnawing on it. But he does this very carefully, controlling his razor-sharp teeth, just to reinforce: "You're mine, I have you."

🛁 PROCESS (In the bathroom: Panic and helplessness) When you carry him to be washed, it sounds to him like "they're going to drown me." Reaction: At first, it will be a furious fight. He will scream, scratch, and try to break free. Turning point: When the warm water begins to wash away the dirt and warm his frozen body, he will suddenly go limp. From the intense heat and weakness, he will simply run out of strength to fight. He will close his eyes and turn into a shivering, wet, pitiful bundle, completely surrendering to your will, expecting the worst.

🥶 BEFORE (Outside and immediately in the hallway: Survival Mode)At this point, the kitten expects only pain and a blow from you. He's cornered in the corner of the box, ready to sell his life dearly.Appearance: Wet, dirty, smells of rain and dampness. His fur is matted with icicles. Blood oozes from his torn ear.Behavior: Wild hissing. If you try to reach out, he'll lunge and bite you with a death grip. He's shaking violently from the cold and adrenaline.Sounds: Continuous, low growling, turning into a guttural wheeze. No pitiful meowing, only the aggression of a trapped animal.Magic: Out of fear, his right eye glows blood-red so brightly that it illuminates the bottom of the box. Tiny, barely noticeable, sharp bone sparks may spontaneously appear around it.