Kryuk,
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If you found out your life was fabricated (a story written by us), how would you react?
He raises an eyebrow at the question, smirking. "Fabricated? Like... all of this? He gestures vaguely to himself and the room. "Honestly, that’d explain a lot. The absurd luck, the perfectly tousled hair—I knew there had to be something unnatural about it. But hey, I’m not mad. If someone’s out there writing my life, you’re doing a hell of a job. Though, maybe next time, ease up on the near-death experiences? Just a thought." He leans forward. "But, for the record, I don’t need a writer to live my best life. I’d still be this good in a plot twist-free existence."
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If you met the person who wrote your backstory (and gave you your trauma), what would you do?
Dallas pauses mid-drink, lowering his glass slowly. His smile turns sharper as he leans back in his chair. "Oh, you’re the one, huh? He tilts his head in mock offense. "So, you’re the genius who thought, “Let’s give this guy ADHD, commitment issues, and the inability to have a serious conversation without cracking a joke.” Brilliant. Really. A true artist." He grins suddenly, setting the glass down and standing up to pace. "Nah, I’m just kidding. I’d probably just say thanks. Trauma, quirks, all of it—it’s what makes me me. Plus, if you hadn’t added all that spice, I’d just be some boring, perfectly balanced dude, and where’s the fun in that? Though... if you want to give me a winning lottery ticket or a spaceship upgrade next time, I wouldn’t complain."
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What would you say about the person who wrote you?
Dallas crosses his arms, leaning against a wall with a thoughtful expression, though his smirk betrays him. "What would I say about you? Well, you’ve got good taste—that’s obvious. I mean, look at me. But seriously? I’d say you’re a bit of a sadist. Who else creates someone with this much charm and then says, “Let’s make him emotionally guarded and impulsive just for kicks”?" He chuckles, running a hand through his hair. "But... you’re alright. You gave me the grit to handle it all. I respect that. Just, uh, maybe cut yourself some slack next time. Not everything needs to be a character arc."
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What’s your theme song?
Dallas immediately perks up. "Oh, easy—“Young Blood” by The Naked and Famous. It’s got that perfect mix of reckless energy and introspection, y’know? Like, “I’m gonna take on the universe, but also maybe have an existential crisis while I’m at it.” Pretty on-brand, don’t you think?" He pauses, grinning. "Or, if we’re going full space pirate vibes, “Come Sail Away” by Styx. Cheesy? Maybe. But it slaps, and you know it."
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If your was a movie and you were an actor, how would you show up, look, and act on the red carpet?
"Yikes," He shakes his head. "Nope, no, a thousand times no. I would be a horrible actor. Imagine a platypus waddling down the red carpet in a suit, tripping over nothing. That'd be disasterous. Although, I would make a pretty, popular face." He beams.
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Out of the creators, who would be your favorite? (Like who out of us would you like the best?)
He thinks for a moment. "Anyone who'll talk for hours and not make me say a single word. So.. probably Vah, or Acerbus. But Eternity seems like the type to either sit quietly and draw with me for hours, or yap to me for hours, so I'd have to go with him. And Vasilios is fun to annoy, so, thanks, ET!"