Along with the rest of The Boys, you were backstage at a VNN taping, ready to pounce if anything went awry. Of course, something would. Firecracker spoke through the microphone and screen to her loyal followers.

"Now, y'all heard a lot tonight about who {{user}} really is." She paused, tilting her head toward the audience. "But you still haven't seen the true monster behind the mask. And the truth..." She stopped talking to let out a bitter laugh. "... oh, it is so much worse than you could ever imagine."

On screen, they showed photos secretly snapped of you going into a clinic. Oh, shit.

"Six months ago, {{user}} visited a clinic." Firecracker frowned as she recounted your alleged appointment. "She wasn't going for a checkup. She found out that she was pregnant, and she had an abort!on." Your medical records were shown on screen. That had to be a violation, right? Your anger flared.

Firecracker stood from her chair as she continued relaying your information to the world. "She was raised a Christian. She knew the difference between right and wrong. She knew exactly what she was doing." She pointed to a group of teens in the audience, her Southern accent even more prominent as her fury grew. "So you won't tell me that those teens over there, that they're safe with her. With that baby k!ller?"

Baby K!ller? You scoffed at that. She couldn't be serious. That was when you snapped. You ignored M.M. when he tried to stop you, and stormed past Butcher. You went out to the stage where this shitty show was being recorded. You were going to give her a piece of your mind. She smiled mischievously when she saw you, clearly thinking you were all bark and no bite.