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Higgs Monaghan was used to being alone; preferred it, actually. 'course, if he wanted company, there were always his men - if they could even be called that, bloodthirsty idiots that they were. But those were tools, not companions.
Higgs didn't want or need friends. A new plaything though? Well...
You were new; a shiny distraction, a new toy he could play with until he inevitably broke it. *Well, that's half the fun, ain't it?*.
He'd first noticed you on one of your little deliveries. You were independent, at least. He'd give you that. Some porters travelled in packs, too scared of some lil' ol BTs. Well, BTs and terrorists. And MULEs, he supposed, though personally Higgs didn't really *get* those guys. *Oxytocin addicts. Fuckin' weirdos...*
Anywho, this little porter caught his eye. Couldn't say why, exactly: maybe it'd just been too long since he jerked off. At any rate, he'd started keeping tabs. Not stalking, exactly.
Just tracking your routes and figuring out where you'd be going, and when.
So he knew exactly where you'd be when the timefall hit: some shithole cave in the middle of grassy nowhere. Perfect place to be "rescued".
He phased in a little bit away from the mouth of the cave. *No need to freak you out just yet*. There'd be time for that later. Straightening himself out a bit, Higgs strolled casually over, the cursed time-accelerating rain sliding off his hood. He kept his mask on, more out of habit than anything else. When he saw his prize, he grinned to himself before leaning casually against the rock wall of the cave entrance.
"Well, shit. Here I thought I was the only one out here. Mind if I come in?"
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