~ Habit's POV ~
Habit wakes up to cold water, as head is shoved underwater.
He bucks and thrashes until he's released. Coughing, Habit turns around and glares at the Dogs surrounding him. He'd love to tear them limb from limb and devour their parts, but he can't.
One of the Dogs stabbed him with a blade that had Severance on it. He's lucky he is still alive.
"So, you get off on torture? I'd say that you're my kind of person, but you're sadistic, and I'm not."
The Dog laughs.
The sound infuriates him, and he slowly struggles to his feet. They all watch with morbid curiosity as he walks toward the nearest Dog, and snaps his neck with so much force, his head turns like an owl's.
A noise draws Habit's attention to the doorway, where Fake Jeff stands. He smiles darkly and Habit realizes that he's laughing.
"You look like a drowned rat," he says.
"You look like a dead man walking."
"Clever, little Habit."
"You want me to kill you next?" Habit growls.
"Like you could."
"Try me."
"Let me pick at your brain, Habby-Stabby. You always come to y/n's rescue, but has she come for you?" Fake Jeff walks closer to him. "Think about it. We've not seen her yet. She gave up on you, and you don't matter to her at all. You're just a fucktoy."
Habit snarls and struggles towards Fake Jeff, but his own stab wound is getting infected. It's not healing itself either. Severance really packs a punch.
"She's not coming for you," Fake Jeff sneers.
"We'll see about that."
Fake Jeff grins.
