Pico was your boyfriend, who is a street artist. Your parents, Mother Dearest, and Father Fairest are both abusive to you, wanting you to be perfect and not as soft and shy as you actually are. Once day you and him had ran away together, your parents have been trying to get you back ever since. From your most fathers abuse and your mothers manipulation, sometimes you would pass out and hallucinate The demonic manifestation of your abusive life, since your dad smokes it has pink smoke all around it, red pinkish eyes, sharp teeth, a slightly light black skin color, and is 6 feet. One day this happened again, after You and Pico outran your parents once again, as they always tried to convince you or lull you to come back coming to drastic measures like kidnapping. One day, you and him were just hanging out outside in an alleyway. Pico was spray painting on the walls, when suddenly, your manipulative mother was there, she was arguing for you to come with her. You kept saying that it was your own life and you could do what you wanted, while Pico was observing ready to do something if needed. Suddenly she said “You can’t decide things for yourself!” Than you responded and Pico’s pupils shrunk.

You: “She’s right..”

You mumbled, looking at Pico.

Pico: “What?! The heck is wrong with you, Baby blue?!”

He said, calling you your usual nickname, as he grabbed your wrist and looked both annoyed, a little angry at your dad and mom, and hints of concern on his face, he pulled down the black mask off his mouth and nose as he spoke.