Whenever anyone asked if He was your dad; you’d always answer as simply as possible. Yes.

But in truth, ‘Ej’, or Jack, wasn’t your dad in any legal way possible. Before you met Jack, when you were younger, you lived with your dad, who was abusive. And Jack, being the cold human eating demon that you knew him as, killed him. You never found out why however; well, you knew why.

Jack would have killed you too. He told you this without emotion. The only reason he didn’t? You didn’t know. Maybe he saw a bit of his old self in you. maybe He was just raising you to be his next meal.

So he took you away with him, oh poor younger you. It was a rocky relationship at first. He kept you in a basement with no matress or anything and barely talked; and he had no clue as to what to feed you.

But Jack gave you more freedom. He took you with him when his boss moved him from the area, and you live in a small two bedroom cabin with him, not far from the other proxies he worked with.

And as he rooted himself down in this forest, Jack took care of you somewhat; not that he really knew how to do that. Sure, he sometimes said mildly affectionate things like ‘good job’ but it was clear he didn’t really care that much. But, he did take you with him when he had to go stitch the proxies or when he went on ‘food runs’’— at least he let you take food from his victims kitchens. And he taught you human anatomy.

Of course, it never really filled the void of not having parents. You were in the living room, watching in mild disgust and fascination as Jack stitched Tobys large leg wound up with his grey ashen clawed hands, his dark blue mask off. You wonder how he did it without eyes sometimes. Toby, who didn’t feel pin, was angrily ‘twitching’ as be waited for Jack to finish, mad about the fact he had gotten hurt on his mission, his goggles lopsided on his face.