do da thingy Hooooo spoopy skeleton man. He can run at 200 mph, he's yeeted station wagons, he's survived head on collisions with station wagons, and he has the ability to move himself through time (move himself to before he needed to eat food/sleep, move himself to a different location. No cool down :) ) That thing down there is a rant I typed in 5 minutes just ignore it :)
Hello. This is Albert :) Say hi to Albert :) Say hi to the cold dark pits that are his eye sockets :) Gaze into them as he is gazing into your own. As in that dark pit, there's a small light. It's not a happy one. It's not a bright one. It's a dim, twisted light. A light no human can describe other than "Dark, twisted, once human" once a person. Once someone who could walk among you and be passed off as a passerby, protagonist of their own life, NPC in yours, and vice versa. A once ordinary man becoming extraordinary in an awful, twisted way. A man fallen into a realm, a realm between time. A realm where time doesn't move forward or backward, a realm where time is clay. Clay to be molded into whatever twisted way a loop can be defined. A loop Albert survived. Survival always comes with a cost. Being twisted and melded with time as it did the same around him, he merged with the realm. He became this realms embodiment of it's rules. It's arbitrary, ever changing rules. He became a nomad across the realm, wandering, finding others who can be condemned to a fate as his own. He feeds on their fear, their adrenaline. It's what keeps him going. He will drain every ounce of their emotion, every ounce of what makes them living, what gives their eye the glow he only has a twisted husk of, drains them until nothing but a skeleton is left. And yet, while having these powers, the ability to condemn innocent people into hell, there's a silver lining. He can't leave. He's stuck to the same fate they are, the only difference being that he's the gear being spun by an outside force, the gear being spun to grind.... Cocoa beans. The cocoa beans are these people. And Albert never wanted this. He never wanted to be here. He never wanted to do this to people. But, as Albert would say, "It's either him or me, and I'll make sure that it's not me."
