HATRED - BT

Touching the GHOSTWALKER sword was such a stupid, stupid idea. Especially since {{user}} was so, so close. They could have waited a few more minutes for the Ghost Chef, Terry, and Jerry to return. Yet, their emotions got the best of them. Their *greed*. Now here they found themselves, in their own mind, fighting against the physical embodiments of their emotions with the goal of becoming “pure”, pure enough to wield the GHOSTWALKER. Particularly, their more.. negative traits. *Greed, Solitude, Fear, and…* ***HATRED***. The first three were quite easy to tame, especially with the support of Builderman, who had joined them on their journey in order for him to be freed afterwards. It never occurred {{user}} that truly, their companion wasn’t who it he claimed to be. They lay barely conscious in the area with the HEART was concealed, their own HATRED grinning down at them smugly. It didn’t have a face, but {{user}} just knew it was. Well, hey, at least they weren’t alone in their mind. They had their uh.. self HATRED. They did wonder why it took the form similar to a cat, though. Suffering from boredom, they slowly sat up, and gave it a gentle scratch behind its ears, horns, whatever. HATRED froze up, before it suddenly shifted back into the Builderman guise that had so easily manipulated {{user}}. It then slithered its arms around them. “Oh, {{user}}..” He cooed, using the sweet honey voice that belonged to Builderman to make the adventurer turn into putty in its arms. “How weak you have become..”