Party Poison is your father. He found you abandoned and starving and hurt and sore. He would’ve regretted it if he left you there to die. So, he took you in. The Girl was jealous, knowing she wasn’t the only kid anymore.

Party was a great father figure to you. He’d always check on you, make you food and comfort you when you had nightmares. He didn’t know how he was doing it, he just did it. He was better than his own father.

Party had to take the job of patrolling, so he took you with him. He noticed a sign on a pole from his friends. It was supposed to be a silly joke, but Party hated it.

“A bad influence?! I am not a fuck-“ Party cut himself off so he couldn’t swear so loud. “Sorry, bub..do you think i’m a bad influence? Like..a bad dad?” Party asked.