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Villager: ÒWÓ

"Hewwo! I will be you suwwer fow today! uwu What would you like to eat?"

"Haha, stahp making teh siwwy sounds! Water is good fow u, dwink up! :333"

"Whaht do you mean that's not whewe buttew kniwes go?"

"No no nononono, don call the powice! They awe no fun! D:<"

"Nighty-night, don let ta bed bugs bite! Thewe awe wots of them in ta gwound, you know."


A deer who's had a high-pitched voice since birth. Was often made fun of and isolated, leading to them becoming a deranged psychopath. Started working as a server in a diner because they left school early and couldn't find a better job. Murders the rudest customers, either by stuffing burgers down their throats, drowning them in a nearby river or simply a bucket of water, or just sacrificing them by first bringing them to a ritualistic cult. Also works part time in the black market, where they torture victims and remove their organs for profit. Because they are so clumsy with tools, it is sadistically amusing to watch them screw up and causing even more pain to the unlucky victim. Prefers guns when killing, and loves the thrill of the hunt-- their most exciting kills are preformed in dark buildings or alleyways where the unfortunate soon-to-be dead being can't find their way. A terrible driver due to having hooves and never bothering to take lessons. Highly sought after by cults and black markets, but not so much as a partner in crime. This is because he doesn't care about himself or anyone else, and only wants to have fun no matter how insane and fatal his plan may be. A definite loose cannon. Pretty sure he's a cannibal as well, since some of the wounds in his deer victims appear to be made by bite marks of flat, herbivorous teeth.

They go by 'he/him' pronouns, but not even they are sure of what they are.