Maxwell Beckett

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[Max Beckett's Documents]

Real name

Maxwell

Age

Birth Date

Oct. 25

Zodiac Sign

:scorpius:

Pronounce

He/His

Gender

Male

Sexual orientation

Bisexual

[Likes]

♡Mainly sleeping. There isn’t much he can do when he lives in abandon buildings. He does like to read a lot. But it’s hard to get books when you have no money it’s hard to get books and rarely he finds some in the trash.

♤Lime green!

♧Before anything happened, when he was a kid he loved outgoing and extroverted people! But after this he, likes to be by himself...

◇70s And 80s music

☆He usually wore his dad’s clothes as he grew into them. The style was kinda just casual clothes you’d wear to work or just going somewhere.

[Dislikes]

+ Salmon

÷ Boastful and Braggy. He hates these kind of people. Mainly cause he really doesn’t care what “amazing” things others can do.

= Hard rock and Death Metal

。Emo and Scene

[Appearance]

Eye colour

Green

Face shape

Round/Oval

Body shape

Thin

Skin colour

Olive

Tatto(es)

None

Birthmark(s)

None

[Weapons/committed crimes]

Committed crime(s)

•Murder

•Grand theft auto

•Assault

Just basics

Used weapon(s)

Handsaw

Suspected method(s) of committing the crime(s)

Stalking, getting people alone with him. Usually by gaining their trust over time.

Link of victim(s)

All are people who want to be in with Max. Trying to help him or trying to develop a relationship.

[Background story]

Maxwell was born in Bend Oregon. From what his family could tell, he was a very heathy and lively young boy. Of course he had his ups and downs but he was overall a good kid.

When he was about five-years-old there was a break-in. It was around three or four in the morning. His parents searched the whole house and found no one. Just a broken window, which appeared to have some sort of ink on it.

When police arrived, they still found no one. They did find more of this ink like substance leading to Max’s room. The police said they’d have it tested just in case.

Still scared, a officer assured them that he’d stake out the house for the rest of the night to make sure no one came back.

And no one did.

Growing up, his parents took notice that no matter how much he ate he couldn’t gain much weight. At first this didn’t worry anyone. Perhaps he just had a high metabolism? But no matter how much food they gave him he couldn’t gain weight.

Along with the low weight gain, Maxwell began coughing out a ink like liquid. It wouldn’t happen all the time, just when he felt very hungry.

At ten, Maxwell had been on medicine to help him gain weight. For a while it seemed to work. And by the age of 12 he was at the average weight for a kid his age. He was like this til he was seventeen. He began losing weight drastically and coughing up again. His parents demanded that they tell them if he was forcing himself to lose weight in a Injurious way.

He assured them that this was not his doing.

Scared, his parents took him to the doctors again. Just wanting to know what was wrong with their son. After some tests and a few scans, the doctor said that there was something. In Maxwell’s chest.

It was unknown what it could be, but but it was small and dark, almost ink like.

They said they could remove it with surgery to which his parents completely complied with.

Max was scared. He felt odd knowing something so unknown to anyone was inside him. It completely grossed him out.

One night his parents went out with some friends. Even though he felt unsafe with out anyone home with this new threat in him, he said he’d be fine by himself.

The night went by fine, just a few movies and whatever was in the fridge. After a while he felt a coughing fit coming and ran to the bathroom to cough up the dark fluid.

He began gagging and almost choking as something was trying to make it’s way out his throat. He eventually coughed up a black lump, about the size of his palm.

He stood back and stared. What should he do? Throw it out? Call his parents?

While trying to figure out the best option he heard something. It was quite but it was definitely there. He stood and silence and listened.

There again. It had a voice but he couldn’t understand.

No, he could but, it was not like anything he’s heard before. It came from the sink.

He felt relaxed. It was so calming. It called to him, told him to pick it up. He did as it asked.

The dark lump of slim sat on the top of his hand, like it had asked. That’s when it started to burn.

Maxwell let out a scream. It was a pain like nothing he had felt before. He quickly pulled it off his hand, much to its protest, and threw it back in the sink.

The lump had left boils on his hand. He touched it and it hurt even more. It was still calling out to him. Ridiculing him for his actions.

From some reason he felt shame for not letting do want it asked. He didn’t know why. It made him feel that way.

It begged him

It was screaming and yelling for him.

It was so loud it drowned out everything, even thoughts.

So he listened.

Maxwell picked up the lump and swallowed it, letting it back in.

He fed it what it wanted.

Friends, family , heck, even random strangers.

It wanted it all.

He does as he’s told, only cause he’s hungry.

There’s no way out.