True love can change you, make you a better person.

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Bexey's POV

(he's feeling lil rn✨🎃💀)

Gussie had to go to work so he left me at my apartment to play. The weird thing is, I spent so many years in solitary confinement, that sometimes if I want to feel at home I crawl under my bed. My eyes easily adjusted to the darkness. I've got demon eyes. They go blue, as a fallen angel, yellow as a devil, and black as a tortured spirit. I pulled my teddy bear;Mr murder was his name, but lately I'd been calling him gussie wussie. Embarrassing, but I like it. And pulled my bottle down there too. I shook it to mix the vodka, blood and milk together and crawled down, holding gussie bear to my chest and teething at my bottle when I heard the real Gus come through my window. "Bex?... where you at little one?" I giggled, giving away my hiding spot.