(Pffft the first words I said about him were "Slash: Slightly murderous psychopathic fairy boy, secretly actually a traumatized sweetheart who hurts/kills out of fear." I guess you didn't realize how well he hides his sweet heart, eh? ^^)

Slash grins right back. It's no less of a threat than Warren's mock-smile. "When I escape," he corrects. "You wouldn't be CLOSE to the first person to die from that assumption. You're just not very special, hm?"

He snickers gleefully as Warren goes on. "Well if you wanna die so bad, why don't you just come in here? I'll put you out of your misery real quick!" He snaps on the last word, and a few glowing sparks fly from his fingertips. They're a similar golden orange to his skin, and they fade out before they reach the floor. There's no doubt. That was magic.

"You don't have any clue what I'm capable of. Do you really think I've killed so many by just goin' at 'em with my teeth and nails? You humans are all the same. Haughty and stupid. You should learn some humility in the face of a monster, it might save your life. Well, not anymore. But maybe it could've." He gazes around the room curiously. He's shoved every bit of fear and panic from his mind, having determined to feign perfect confidence and control of his situation. He huffs and adds one more backhanded comment for good measure.

"You started with telling me you were gonna ask questions. Are you so dumb you forgot those questions? Pretty sure you haven't asked one."

(Okay okayyy, I do tend to under-exaggerate things sometimes hehe ^^ but a few is closer to the truth anyway. I don't have an exact number, but it's <30. He just likes to say hundreds for shock/intimidation!)

Slash easily notices the supposed researcher's entranced wonder, and he eyes roll in turn. "Have you seriously never seen magic before? You've gotta be the stupidest smart guy ever. Take the lab coat off already, you're not fooling me anymore."

The boy hardly listens. In fact, he mocks Warren by holding his hand up like a babbling puppet while he speaks. "Yeah yeah, fat chance. I've got a 'special request' for you, get me Blade, eh? She'll take care of you real quick. You humans are awful, you know that? Annoying and useless at best. Wish you would just leave us alone for once..."

He sighs darkly, a mix of annoyance and true sadness in the breath. He moves to the bed, lies down on it, and stares up at the ceiling. "So is this where you're gonna try to keep me? Like some kinda prisoner? Jeez, you could at least give me a soft blanket. This bed is trash." At this point, it's clear that he's just talking for the sake of talking. He knows that the moment he lets himself think, he'll likely break down yet again.

(Uhhhhhh funny thiiiiiing- I haven't decided that yet ^^' the two were originally part of a DID system actually! But once the hyperfixation passed (do not recommend hyperfixating on a mental disorder btw, it tends to not be much fun :') ) I wanted to build up their individual characters, so I scrapped the system. This is actually the first rp I've done with a fully independent Slash! So I'm gonna say, I'll decide that when/if it comes up in rp :)
also "not hypnotizing" uh huh sure Warren, this "snake charmer" analogy would disagree with that =.=)

Slash scoffs cynically. "Thanks for the tips. Next time I use magic, I'll be sure to kill someone, 'kay? And don't even try harnessing magic like electricity. That's like trying to harness the electric signals in a human brain. You'll just waste your time and make me hate you even more."

He's silent for a moment, not even looking at Warren again. He's had more than enough of that infuriating face. "I'm a monster. Not a SCP. Whatever that's supposed to mean." With a chuckle, he adds, "On second thought, go ahead and come in here and try to use my magic. If you're gonna kidnap and imprison me you could at least be interesting with it. I wanna see how you'd even try. Where do you think it comes from, eh? My hands? My head? Go on, take a guess." A teasing grin curls onto his thin lips, though he still doesn't turn to meet the eyes of the other.

(Yeahhhhh you get it then :) and yeah yeah, but Warren was the one hypnotized, then said not hypnotic sooo... stickin with he's a liar ,:) )

Slash only scoffs at being likened to an eel. "So you think I'm an animal? You are so amazingly brainless... mon-ster," he corrects slowly, as if teaching Warren the very word. "Dunno what that stands for, and I'm not an anomaly. Actually my race is pretty common."

"You say that like I've got organs," he muses. "Someone like you would never be able to understand a monster. Way too closed-minded, focused on your own benefit, and... oh, and stupid." He sticks his tongue out to mock the human.

The moment his thin pupils--or are they irises?--catch the approaching employee, he sits up. His eyes widen. His ears perk. His hands tense and twitch. A few pinprick-tiny sparks flitter across his fingers. He truly looks like a beast preparing an ambush, as if he's entirely forgotten of Warren's presence and watchful eye.

Slash hardly even hears Warren's words. Even if he did, he doesn't have the slightest care for the wants of such a nuisance.

The very second that inner door is open, he's on his feet, flashing across the space until he's on the employee like a clinging parasite. He's quite light, even for his size, only enough to put them off balance but not tackle them down. He attacks viciously, his hands scratching at their shoulder, his feet scraping their side, and his sharp teeth biting and ripping at their throat.

As he mauls them like a badger defending her nest, a golden liquid begins to secrete from his eyes, mouth, and under his nails. It looks quite like a thin honey, but the moment it touches the employee's clothes it burns right through the fabric, leaving only thin trails of smoke behind. And if it touches skin, oh it's agonizing. It's like the burning of the hottest chilis, but this time there's no comfort in knowing that the sensation is false. And there certainly isn't any milk available.

(haha I hope you weren't attached to this random employeeeee- I'll leave it up to you to decide the full extent of his attack, but know that if allowed to, he will kill them :) oh and by the way, his feet are bare! Just cause he does usually use all of his nails as a weapon. Oooo it would be kind of aesthetic kind of traumatizing if they like, wrapped his hands and feet up and literally muzzled him to stop him from getting his acid on people. Now I kinda wanna draw that :0...)