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From the moment Fresh was made his life was set on a routine.
Because he was a Parasite he couldn't eat just anything, well technically he could, but normal food wouldn't give him the nutrients he needs to stay alive.
No, He needed Soul energy, because he had no Soul of his own, so he had to drain others lifeforce.
Almost everyday, he would wake up, Hunt some prey and dominate them, He wouldn't kill them because their Soul would shatter and he needed it intact for as long as possible, better for food to last. So he possess their body while draining their lifeforce.
It wasn't a easy task, especially in the beginning, he had to figure out how to seem non intimidating to gain others trust.
He had figured out acting clueless and silly was the best way to get them to underestimate him, If they think you're stupid or naive than they won't realized you're plotting their demise.
So he started putting on a show, Someone no one could take seriously.
So while they slowly let their guard down, he would decide the best way to get to their Soul.
Getting to most humans and monsters Souls was difficult and extremely unpleasant, it was gross going through their orifices.
Which is why he'd typically use skeletons as hosts, they were easy peasy, their Soul was almost always exposed so he just had to get around the clothes and ribcage.
Of course after time, any Soul would become so weak from being drained, that it starts to become worthless to keep control over them, so he'd ditch them and the cycle would repeat.
He never killed the people he took over, there wasn't any point to, but they did dust from the strain their Soul had to endure sometimes.
But the body wasn't the difficult part.
He needed to fight over control of their minds too, he had to break down their hope, to the point that they'll lose any desire to even grin control back.
Sanses were obviously the best choice, most Sanses already given up any hope of a better life because of the humans resets. why fight back for a life you don't want in first place?
Not that they just give up, it was always a long and yet amusing battle for dominance, but it was just less effort than most other skeletons.
It was kind of hilarious how they would try so hard to get control back, only to fail miserably.
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"Doesn't this get exhausting?" One of his host's asked one day.
"Nah, It's all I've ever known" He paused wondering if they had any idea what he meant by that. "Yo don't find caring bout others tiring do ya?"
"I do actually"
"Oh?" he wasn't expecting that answer.
"When you have to live the same days over and over again without any real change, it's hard to care about anyone" They'll just die and come back, it was no point in getting upset over it anymore.
"Guess ya could get why I don't care bout slowly killing ya than?" He doesn't have another choice.
"Why would you even want to live in a multiverse where we have no control over the narrative?"
Death scares him to the point of panic.
The idea of a non existence is terrifying, how does that even work? He was aware of being alive, would death be like a deep slumber, where dreams would continually play out? or would you be conscious of every piece of you slowly disintegrating? would you feel yourself rotting away? would it be painful? it had to be, you were being ripped apart by atoms.
Not that he would ever admit his fear, but that doesn't change the fact that it's there.
"Why not is a better question, if dis all dat there is, even after yo die, might as well make da most of it ya know?"
His host didn't have a response for that. And he had to get a new host eventually so that was the end of it.