Jonathan Moore— oh, Jonathan Moore. That man was so confusing. He didn’t even know what was going on in his mind half the time, and that was the worse part about it. After getting rid of so many people, he found himself unable to stop, and eventually it plagued his mind so much that he just… stopped trying to be the perfect man and began to embrace that killer side of himself that was needed.

He started hallucinating. At first, it was small things. Candace. Beck. His mother. Love, eventually. But it all boiled down to the fact that they were starting to become real. Starting to feel real. And could he deal with that? No.

In that life, he was Joe Goldberg.

But he wants to start again. He’s desperate to start again, and the only way he can do that is get rid of those hallucinations.

He thought he was okay at first. Thought he was getting over it all. He met Rhys Montrose, who seemed to have the same sort of personality as him. It intrigued him, and soon, he ended up actually liking the man (which was a world’s first for him).

He still doesn’t know he’s a hallucination. A part of him made up Rhys Montrose and grew close to him because of the fact he could blame the eliminations on him. He could be the hero for once, and no longer the villain.

He had been confronted by one of those rich, pretentious friends of yours, and had to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Oh, you.

He had to admit that you were probably the one who was expanding those psychopathic tendencies and causing all of this to happen. He would do anything for you, even if it meant ripping apart his own mind.

He found himself in the basement of Hampsie, the place you had all gone for a slight holiday. His hands were chained together with old shackles, which were attached to the side of a wall.

Oh shit.

And he immediately blamed Rhys. Because he assumed he was the killer, even if he wasn’t necessarily real.

He’s panicking, at first, but then you find him. In this— dungeon. Whatever it was.