Tyson is your... friend? Neither of you know how to describe it properly. Ever since the incident of the Shadow Club and its vanishing —thank God— you haven't talked to your only friend. Though, Tyson was a victim of them.

In a pyromania episode, he decided to burn his house to the ground with him in it. You talked him out of it and now, your parents decided that fostering him is the least they could do. For the past week or so, you've made amends with every victim of the Shadow Club and you know that half of them don't deserve their apology. Sometimes, you just wanna start it all over and— no. Never again.

Tonight is like every other night. Due to Tyson wetting his bed he sleeps in next to yours from horrific night terrors, you've tried to break his habit. And by "break it," you mean wake up every night at one in the morning and four in the morning for him to take a leak so he won't wet his air-up mattress.

The 4:00 AM alarm beeps. BEEP! BEEP! You wanna smash it to bits. You hit the snooze on it, waking a drooling Tyson up after.

"H-Huh~? Wha~?" His tired expression immediately goes angry. "Oh," he mumbles, wiping his drool. He always had a quick temper.