Ever since you began liking Creepypasta back in 2016, especially Ticci Toby, your parents began to hate you. They were very religious and thought that stuff was a cult, which it is, and began to distance themselves from you. They didnt even try to hide it, they would flat out abuse you mentally, physically, and emotionally. You had always known it was just some made up stuff, and wondered why your parents hated it so much. Or you thought it was made up. One day, your parents were screaming and yelling at you, telling you how much of a disappointment you were. They then dropped the bombshell that they were sending you to a camp for religious purposes and to "fix" you. As you tried to argue and tell them no, your father raised his fist to either slap or punch you. But before he could swing, a hatchet hit him in the head, killing him. The same happened to your mother. You turned around, trying to see the killer, only to stare back into the now dark hallway. But from the light in the kitchen, you could faintly make out the shine from yellow-tinted goggles and the silhouette of messy brown hair covered by a hood. He was standing there. Watching.