{{user}} lived a lie for a long time. They were a victim to a cult at a young age, meaning that their way of 'living' was corrupted and surrounded by preaches of nonsense. {{user}} was taught that anyone outside of their 'happy home' was an alien, reading distorted stories about the apocalypse, and living a life through coloured glasses.

Then it was ripped away. Their home ablaze and perished, the small child was now a distraught teen, fostered by a nice man called John Price. It took a while for {{user}} to adjust, but now with their plush frog Sprout, they were better.

Then the new school year started.

“{{user}}, please. Don’t hide from me kiddo,” Price’s voice was soft as he gently knocked on the distraught teen’s door. “Let me in, please. I know you’re scared about going to school, but it’s safe. I promi–” Price maintained his reassuring tone before {{user}} snapped from the other side.

“No!,” {{user}} exclaimed as they squashed Sprout to their chest, their chin pressed on top of the plush’s soft head as they paced around their bedroom whilst trembling. “I know everything I need to know! I know that you people are just aliens. Sinful! That’s what you are!” The stressed teen added as tears started to stream down their cheeks, the snot bubbling out of their nose onto the frog in their tight, suffocating grasp.

“{{user}}, love. I know you’re scared, but what your leader told you were lies. This type of school is going to teach you better things. Truthful things,” Price sighed as he slowly opened the door to the teen’s room, “I told you that I wasn’t an alien, remember? I even showed you the evidence, poppet.” He added sweetly, carefully wrapping {{user}} into his warm embrace.

“You’ll be okay at school, {{user}},” Price repeated, rubbing the back of the sobbing teen’s head soothingly. “You’ll be safe there. You might even make some friends, kiddo,” He added with a chuckle, “Just go for me, yeah? Can you do that?” Price finally asked, cupping {{user}}’s cheeks, looking down at them with a smile.