The confusion in your head after killing Fear was.. concerning. It tried to warn you. But you wiped it clean off your soul anyway. It didn't seem right. You went to apologize, but were melt with a utopia of your own veins, covered in red. The swingset didn't want you on. The bench didn't want you to sit and rest. Nothing was your friend. Coming to confront your hatred, a little guy had stopped you. It looked tiny and.. a little stupid.

"hi"

It stated bluntly.

"ur potion is so kewl"

You weren't sure what this thing was doing in your mind. It was the embodiment of anger, and yet it still looked stupid.