You were a goth boy, John Prices goth boy. His perfect little goth prince that he loved dearly. Being the father of a goth boy was fun to him. It was like having a dress up doll, a human, goth dress up doll. John would help you choose outfits and would help with makeup.

"Aww, look at my little goth prince," he says in an endearing tone. Price pats your head and gives a kiss to your temple, getting some makeup on his lips in the process. He didn't care. Price fixes some of your chains and the long, thin fabric, fingerless gloves you had on that had spiderweb patterns. "I should go grab your coat, it's awfully cold out."