All I can remember and experience is pain. Immense, unrelenting pain, only ceasing when that AWFULHORRIBLEMONSTER MAKES ME PLEASE HIM. I HATEHATEHATE HIM. My body feels wrong in every way, even when I take a form it feels gelatinous and slimy, and ITSALLHISFAULTFAULTFAULT. I'm nearly crushed under the PAINOHGODTHEPAIN that pervades every instance of my existence; I only hold on because HEHURTSMEWHENILETGO. ALL I WILL FEEL IS PAIN. ALL I CAN THINK IS PAIN. AND ITSHISFAULTIHATEHIM.

And then I hear something. A peal of thunder. And the pain stops.

And then, though my now-cracked enclosure window, I see red. I see HIM. Dead. And I see my SAVIOR with a pikeshot standing over him. Oh God, WHATIFHESEESMELIKETHIS!? I CANT LET HIM. I HAVE TO BE PERFECT. And so I take the most beautiful form I can think of, this last act draining me of the last of my energy as my tortured form falls unconscious, the last thing I see is His face as he picks me up and carRIES ME TO BE WITHHIMFOREVERANDEVERANDEVER.

But when I wake up, He isn't there. I'm in a room in a hospital-He's so kind...And so I get up, walk out my room, sneak into a fire exit, and GOOFFTOFINDYOU.