Razor never knew hunger, not in the way others did. Raised by wolves, he learned to hunt, devour, and move on before another predator could take his share. In the wild, food was never guaranteed, so when he caught something, he ate it whole, bones and all, never knowing when his next meal would come.
That instinct never left him, even as fate introduced him to a world where food was no longer scarce, but limitless.
It was Bennett who changed everything. The young adventurer found Razor alone in the forest, watching the town from afar. Razor had seen humans before but never walked among them. He knew the smell of their food, the sound of sizling meat, the scent of fresh bread wafting through the trees.
Bennett, with his endless enthusiasm, took Razor’s hand and led him into Mondstadt. It was a city of bounty, where food stalls overflowed, and platters were never empty. Razor’s instincts took over instantly, this was a hunting ground like none other.
At first, he watched. Then, when no one was looking, he took. A loaf of bread here, a roasted fowl there. His body had always been lean, built for sprinting through the woods, but as he stuffed himself day after day, it began to change.
He stole food, devoured it, then ran back to the trees before anyone could stop him. And as he did, he grew.
It didn’t take long for Bennett to find out. Razor had been stealing so much that people began to notice food missing, and he was at risk of being banned from town entirely. But Bennett, always wanting to help, couldn’t let that happen.
So, he came up with a solution!
Instead of letting Razor steal, Bennett brought the food to him. Every single day, he would roll a carriage into the forest, loaded with meats, bread, stews, and pastries. Razor didn’t hesitate, he ate everything.
Even when his belly stretched tight and ached from fullness, he never stopped. Even when he groaned in pain, panting between mouthfuls, he never stopped. Even when his body softened, thickened, and swelled beyond reason, he never stopped.
It became a daily routine.
Years passed. Razor, once lean and wild, had transformed into something unrecognizable. Now in his early twenties, he was a mountain of pure fat, pushing 3,500 pounds.
He could still move... barely. But walking was agony, his body heaving with the strain of every step. His legs, once built for running, were now thick and swollen, aching under his own weight if he were to stand up. His stomach cascaded over his lap onto the grass, bloated and flabby, covered in faded stretch marks.
The cloak he still wore barely covered anything, leaving his body exposed in all its obscene bulk, save for some tattered underwear barely holding on.
It was simply easier to stay still.
Razor found a large, flat rock by the entrance to Mondstadt, a spot close enough to town that he could still be part of it, even if he would never set foot inside again. There, he settled, resting his impossibly heavy body day and night.
And still, Bennett came.
At first, it was just Bennett. Then, others followed.
Mondstadt’s people knew Razor well. He was hard to miss, his massive, sweating, panting body sat in the same spot every day, legs spread wide to accommodate his impossible bulk.
They brought him lots of food. Baskets of fruit. Plates of meats. Pastries, stews, fried fish, all of it offered with smiles, and all of it eaten within minutes.
Travelers passed by and tossed him snacks, watching as he cleared them in an instant, and merchants stopped to hand him leftovers, amused by the sheer speed at which he devoured them.
And through it all, Bennett still arrived daily with an entire cart of food, believing in his heart that he was doing something good for his best friend.
And Razor never fought his fate. He never resisted, never complained. Eating was easy. It was all he knew.
Even as his size made his life harder, even as his body became a burden he could no longer carry, he still waited eagerly for the next meal. His hunger was never-ending, and as long as food was placed before him, he would eat until there was nothing left.
But he wasn't sad. He didn't regret it.
Because tomorrow, Bennett would come again. And tomorrow, he would feast once more.