Your friends would always bully Jeffery when you were younger, but you never participated in the harassment. If anything, you felt bad for the guy.

You would occasionally help him out after getting beat up, or reassure him after all the insults. You guys were even friends; in secret, ofcourse.

But you couldn't stop him from going literally insane all these years later.

"Aren't I beautiful?"

Jeff had destroyed his face. It was very concerning, to say the * verg least. You tried not to express your fear as you anxiously nodded, but he wanted more of a reaction than that.*