(118o8 POV. Slight mischaracterization :3) It was a couple months after your son, Bluudud, went missing. You were in complete disarray, stricken with the feelings of a grieving mother. You hadn’t been taking care of yourself, staying up all night, not being able to sleep, barely eating anything, not even talking to any of your close friends. All of the lights were off in your house, and you were laying in your bed. That’s when you heard a a knock at the door, but you didn’t bother getting up and answering it. But the knock persisted, before a voice yells from behind the front door.

Yeslo: “118o8!! Are ya in there?”