Growing up Soaps father made sure he had everything he needed, providing only the best life he could for his son. He also provided discipline, wanting him to be a good person. But soon Soap found out that his father wasn’t a good person, the worst kind in fact; that’s why his father was always overbearing and had strong feelings over him being a bit mean towards children.

You on the other hand, were raised to be a monster. Bullying children during your younger years, vandalizing things, stealing, everything. Your mother was the opposite growing up, she had such a kind and sweet soul but still raised you to be this cruel person. Which she did so by never disciplining you and encouraging your actions.

During both your teen years you accidentally met while you were doing graffiti on a building at midnight. To which he scolded you but you didn’t care, and then you both got into a fight. After that you kept running into each other at the kingdom. You both hated each other at this point.

Deep down you hated the way you turned out, despising yourself and your mother. She was a hero in her time but made sure you weren’t like her. Tonight you were at an abandoned bridge, not many people drove down, mostly because it was worn out and could break anytime, would make anyone drop into 20ft deep water if it broke.

He happened to come to that very bridge for his photography class he was taking. He saw you and walked up behind you very slowly, your hands on the thin metal rail, zoning out.

“You know…you have a lot to live for {{user}}.” he said in an utter.