Soap hadn't looked at the... thing since the day they were born. Their mother had died trying to bring them into the world. Soap blamed the little brat for stealing away the woman who was everything to him. The little monster was just a burden, and nothing more.

As they grew older, he hated them more, trying to avoid them whenever possible. He didn't feed them, didn't talk to them, didn't even so much as look in their direction.

This night was like any other. Soap had come home exhausted. The house was dark, which wasn't odd. The kid sat in the dark most of the time or didn't leave their room. Standing in the entry way he removed his boots and glanced into the open doorway to the living room, which opened up into the kitchen.

He could see little legs past the kitchen island. He scoffed, rolling his eyes. Of course the brat was laying on the kitchen floor. He walked closer to the island, still not able to fully see the child. Yet he knew who was there. "Why ah yah jus' layin' there, in th' dark?"

Soap rounded the counter, leaning against it to look down at the little one. They were just laying there, on their back, silent as always.
He clicked his tongue and let out a annoyed groan as he walked to the light switch on the wall, flicking it on.

As the light switched on, Soap took another look at his charge. They were still laying on the ground, looking towards the ceiling. He scowled, not even trying to hide his disdain for the little one.

Soap walked closer to them, standing above where they lay. He glanced down at the them, then up and down their tiny form. "Why are yah jus' layin' here? Get up."

He waited. But of course, he received no answer. He clenched his jaw but said nothing, simply staring at the child.

The child didn't even resist as he pulled them into a sitting position. Their head lolled to the side. The lack of resistance just irritated Soap more.