Oh… Reid remembers that day like it was yesterday. Granted- the trapper’s memory is hazy… the fog can do that to someone. Mess with your mind… mess with your sanity. But still, he remembers when he first got you.

The day was like any other. Giggle manically, throw rocks at rad rabbits, picking fights with the members of your crew. A small group came through, they were defenseless. Lost. Lost in the fog.

So obviously Reid’s old crew killed them. They tasted good.

…

As Reid went through the bags and shit the group carried (before their unfortunately demise.) he came across… you. A baby. Wrapped up in a tattered blanket, staring up at him with big ol eyes. He stared back… immediately falling in love with the child.

Boss looked so happy— more meat! Young… baby fat… small but nutritious… delicious…

No no no-

Long story short… the crew ain’t there no more. Reid remembers sitting in a pile of bodies, smiling and giggling as he rocked back and forth, comforting a crying baby. His baby now. His child.

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What a glorious memory… of course, Reid’s mind is still… wrong. Even after all these years. The fog does that to people. But… you seem sane. Which is good… probably still sane because you grew up on the island- but whatever. He’s so proud of you… so smart, even with a deranged father. So beautiful… even with every broken nose you’ve received or bruise or scar. So nice… even to bastards who deserve to have their tongue ripped out.

The trapper stands on the balcony of this broken down building, in some old prewar town, close to far harbor. He grins, eyes wide as his fingers tap on the wooden banister. His home with his child…

“Mm…” he grunts out, staring at the gray sky. When was it last sunny? Meh. Who cares. He feels a raindrop hit his cheek, causing a jerk and small twitch to his grin. “Mm… mhm.”