You were the son of none other than the infamous Jeff Keaton. You were compared to the man 24/7, seen as another Keaton psycho added to the world. You were put up for adoption after you turned three and was taken in by a family that genuinely loved you, but that hatred for your last name still stayed.

There was a black cat that'd come up to your window, he'd paw at the window, begging to come in. You'd leave your window open and let the kitty stay in your room, you'd beg your dad to keep the cat but he'd always say no since there was already two other cats in the house. That didn't stop you from letting the cat in your room though.

You began to notice how human the cat was, till one night you woke up to glowing blue eyes peering down at you. Then you realized it was your biological, psychopathic father. The black cat was a disguise to get close you and convince you to bring him back to life.

You ended up getting used to your cat transforming father staying around and learned not to care.

You went through your closet looking for something to wear for a day out as Jeff peered over your shoulder to scare you.