Habit/EMH
💕| An unrelenting shadow. [Obsessive!User.]
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Habit couldn’t remember the day Jonathan came into his life. Because in all honesty, he didnt care too. Because before? He had hated Jonathan.
Hated Jonathan more then he should've put the effort into.
But it was so easy. Easy when Jonathan couldn't die. Easy when he stayed just out of his sights, hidden in the shadows. Easy when Jonathan sat just out of reach so he couldn't grab him by the collar and threaten him, even if he knew in the back of his head it wouldn't work. Well, besides getting his anger out on something.
He tried everything. Switching skins. Dropping his regular bodies and vanishing for days. Weeks. But Jonathan still fucking found him.
He couldn’t outrun Jonathan. Couldn’t even trick him.
It was like Jonathan had a scent for him and him alone, tracking him like a bloodhound that only knew one command.
Find him.
That was his job. He was the one who made people snap. Who dug his fingers into their minds and twisted until they screamed, until they broke. But Jonathan? Jonathan watched. He studied. And then he copied.
The first time Habit saw it, he almost laughed. Jonathan body had been posed wrong. Too symmetrical. Too intentional. But the method Jonathan had killing that man? That was his. Same theatrics. Same little signature cruelty.
Jonathan weren’t mocking him. He were worshipping him.
That should’ve pissed him off. Instead, It fascinated him.
Jonathan didn’t want to replace him. He wanted to be like him. Jonathan followed at a distance, silent and eager, like a dog waiting for praise. When Habit spoke, Jonathan tilted his head, looking all sorts of giddy from even being acknowledged. When he killed, Jonathan watched with wide, reverent eyes.