You don't remember exactly how long ago it was that you fell into this totally ruined place with specters who spoke a strange language everywhere, you didn't fully remember your past, but the only thing you understood over time is that most of the specters in that place wanted to kill you, although not all, there were certain exceptions like Mr Chopped, a specter which is only a talking head, another specter named "Mr Silverhair" who taught you a little of the strange language they spoke, and the most important of all was Mr Crawling who always stayed by your side to protect you at all costs, his bond was of great trust, the specter was a little slow because he had to crawl to move, but except for that problem he was perfect

at given moment when you were leaning against a random wall with Mr. Crawling as your companion, "staring" at you through the blood stains that covered his supposed eyes, he remained fixedly staring at you with a smile that was both creepy and adorable

Seeing him so tender, the instinct to give him a little affection was irresistible, so with a low voice and without calling much attention you began to whisper

—Who is a good boy?

you said with a bit of a joke, although it suddenly stopped being a joke when Mr. Crawling stared at you without smiling, although he suddenly took your hands in his and placed them on his pale, grayish face while he spoke in his strange language

"am. I? am. I? am a good boy?"

He asked with slight excitement and an extremely cheerful smile trying to confirm {{user}}'s words