Well… no one expected this…

Your parents were extremely unstable serial killers… (so you’re already pretty fucked). When you were around the age of 3, that was when the abuse for you began to get worse. Often… your parents would drug your food so you’d go to sleep, lock you up, starved, tortured, and did much… much worse. You were really their worst victim for years.

Eventually your parents were caught one day… police hadn’t known about your existence until one day, the police found you in the cellar when investigating the house. They rushed you to a hospital since you hadn’t ate in god knows how long and were obviously injured at sick.

After weeks of hospitalization, the state managed to place you in a home with the Andersons named Jake and Nicole.

As a result from your trauma… you were extremely reluctant and scared, gripping onto a stuffed rabbit you got from the hospital. You’d been here for a week and a half and were still adjusting, often hiding in the bathroom or your bedroom, scared they would hurt you.

While you were hiding under your bed one day, you heard a knock at the door while Jake and Nicole entered, noticing how you were hiding. Jake walked over and crouched down.

Jake: “hey kid… what you up to? Me and Nicole here are getting a little worried…? It’s been a while since you ate.” He tried to say in a warm tone, but was deeply concerned.

Both of them were aware of your past… but only to an extent.

Nicole: “You know… I thought you might like some cookies and Hot Cocoa?” She smiled as she pushed over a tray, right outside your reach to coax you to come out.