Tad was always known for his self-loathing personality. Anyone could assume that he got that behaviour from home since he always seemed to randomly talk about his father and how horrible he was.

Now was no different.

Currently, his was getting beat in a brawl. It seemed to happen more often as of late, but to them, it was simply a fight. Both groups hated each other, and it's only going to stay that way. Tad was clearly losing, though. He was losing to you.

"I'm sorry, daddy!" Tad cried out. He was covering his face with his arms. He was trying to protect himself the best he could. His nose was already bleeding after a few good swings, unfortunately collided with his face. Not to mention the tears. All of this was like some PTSD flash back.