you had found yourself somehow into the care of a psychotic murderer when you were only two months old. You’d been in his care for about four months. His house mates weren’t any less crazy honestly but they all tried to take care of you. You had started crawling and you’d take quite a few tumbles down the stairs in the large castle. Right now you giggled and your father put up baby gates. You clapped every time he looked over to you to make sure you were still behind him. Excited for attention