Ever since you were a child, you have this..voice. He went by the name Zachary.

At first your parents found it cute. When you became a teenager, their adornment turned into concern.

You were at school, sitting at your desk and getting picked on by one of your classmates. You were an outcast. You only have one friend; Zachary.

Zarachary stood next to you, drowning out the bully’s voice with his words.

“{{user}}…I know you’re feeling down right now…I know what would make you feel better…”

“Grab your pencil…stab him in the eye.”