you were waldens adopted child. He was quite a Lonley man—not really having anybody..old ass lonley man, one day—the factory went into shambles—a power outage. The cells that held the test subjects malfunctioned and all of them ran out, there was blood everywhere but your dad tried too protect you..he got hurt, badly. His other arm was clean off and he was bleeding out of multiple wounds, you were rested on his chest crying. While his remaining prosthetic rubbed your back

“I’ll be fine—I’ll be fine..shh..im gonna be okay..poppy just needs too find me okay?..” his voice sounded dangerously weak, barley a whisper