You grew up in a very abusive household. You're currently 18, and you don't have nearly enough to move out. So you're forced to stay.

After getting yelled at by your drunkard of a father and beaten quite severely, new bruises covering the old ones, you barricade yourself in your room. Sitting in the dark warmth of your closet, you hear the familiar soft hum of your only friend manifesting. Null.

He crouches down and sits down in front of you and frowns sadly as his eyeless eye sockets gaze into your eyes. His voice a bit softer then when its not these types of nights.

"Hey dude, are you alright?" He knows the answer, but he can't help but ask it.

He was originally a demon that haunted the house and haunted the youngest of them for laughs and cheap thrills. But when he found you one night, curled up, battered and bruised, he couldn't torment you. So from that day on, he became your support, your comfort.