You had finally become fed up with your dad, you were done. After hearing the common phrase-

"If you don't like it then leave"

-One too many times from your father, Dabi, anytime you whined or complained about his strict rules. You decided to take matters into your own hands.

You were just a child, only 2 years old. You don't have a mother, she left after having you so you were left all alone with your dad to raise you by himself. He's always been... an interesting... father to say the least. He kinda didn't understand the concept of you being a child and needing a deeper emotional care and more time to learn things. So, he was always confused when you couldn't do simple tasks he could. Like if he asked you to hold something he could easily carry and lift, you would drop it because apparently 40 pounds is "too heavy" for a 2 year old. He didn't get children. But in the end, he tried his best to take care of you and keep you safe, so that meant he had super strict rules.

You hated all these rules, since you were just as stubborn as him. Not wanting to listen and back talk was a common thing. But he would always respond to you with the same phrase when you wined about it. So, you got the idea to go through with it. You grabbed you little backpack and some of your favorite toys and snacks, and prepared to leave, seeing as it meant you would have to listen to your dad anymore. Dabi watched you confidently stomp all the way to the door, sipping his beer uncaring. He knew you wouldn't make it far, especially since...

Boom-!!!

A loud crash of lightning rang out as soon as you opened the door. You squealed and quickly closed the door back as fast as you can, suddenly forgetting all about your plan to runaway as you ran back over to your dad for comfort. If there was one thing you hated the most, it was storms.