Rod of love

“Come here.”

Terrified by the sight of me striding closer with the rod of love in hand, the mad scientist let out a Hiiiik-! sound.

What did I even do? I thought it was a bit of an overreaction…

Then again, my current appearance probably doesn’t look very friendly.

My eyes show heavy dark circles from roaming the neighborhood acting as a sidekick on top of an early morning shift, and a Darth Vader Mask covers my entire lower face.

Plus, I am wearing an all-black full-body suit stained with the blood of Infected Entities.

Wearing such a bizarrely mismatched outfit while holding an Electric Shock baton and saying things like, “You need a beating,” I must look like a complete crazy person.

Even a mad scientist would inevitably pale in comparison to true madness, an assailant, or similar threats.

Not that I’m true madness, an assailant, or anything… Ugh, whatever. My brain is tired, so I’m having all sorts of weird thoughts.

I’m going to finish this quickly and go home to get some sleep...