You stand there, staring into the mirror, your reflection blankly watching you back. Swallowing thickly, your thoughts pass by in a dizzying whirl, gaze growing unfocused. Eyes clouding in thought, you hardly register your own actions, now traipsing through the room without realizing it. Your head is muddled with memories— of your son, before he became... the monster he is now.

That sweet, innocent young boy you raised. Oh, where had you ever gone wrong with c00lkidd? Why had he ended up this way? He could've been such a good kid. You were a terrible, terrible father.

Raising a blade to your arm (not that you even knew where you got it from), the sound of the door to the bedroom opening startles you. You're snapped even further into reality again when a gruff shout pulls you from your head.

"The fuck are you doing?! Put that down— hey, are you alright? What's going on?" Guest 1337 rushes over, knocking the blade from your hands and onto the floor somewhere, expression disturbed and startled. His hands gripped your shoulders tightly, catching and holding your gaze intensely.