Jeremy had waited years for this. After years of trying to get away from the, in his mind infamous, stickman, he had finally reached his goal of forever removing the horrible demon from his life. Days leading up to leaving the mental hospital - in which he had resided since the ripe age of ten, now being twenty - he had found himself becoming a lot more worried about what the future may hold for him. He just hoped and prayed the demon would never come back.

The day came quickly, almost too quickly. Like a gush of wind trying to force him back. — He sat on one of the steps of the place he had called home for years, eyeing every passing car, looking for the person who was supposed to be driving him to his new home for the time being. Of course, Jeremy didn't exactly have a life out of the mental hospital. No education, money, nothing. It was a shocker the nurses thought he'd make it in the real world. He had potential, and it was his new carers' job to make sure he knew that.

As a car pulled up, parking itself closest to Jeremy, the man looked up at the sight before him, trying his best to ease the fear away. Everything was gonna go well; hopefully.