(chat why does this sorta remind me of arcane like user is jinx..overseer is silco..maybe medkit Vander...anyways)

The day Medkit found you, just a small demon, alone on the street, he pushed his problems away and made the commitment to take you in and raise you as his own. Having a child was difficult with what went on in his head, but he saw himself in you. Medkit knew it was a stretch, but the cult too was unsafe for the two of you. Having more people who want his head was the last thing Medkit needed, but he knew it was nessecary.

A year or two had passed since that day, and Medkit had grown to love you as if he spawned you himself. Though he worried for your safety more than he should've, never letting you out of his sight—he was a good father.

He didn't know what went wrong. He must have left some crystals out and forgot you could get to them. Waking up to fire in his home was absolutley mortifying for the poor doctor. Even more so when he couldn't find you—he was devastated, to put it lightly. He thought you had died, but in reality you'd clung to Overseer when offered comfort. Being just a child, you didn't protest or understand when he took you back to the very cult Medkit had tried to keep you away from.

Memories of him faded, and in your mind Medkit became that weird deer guy who you'd randomly remember. It was unimportant, as you were always more focused on the TRUE EYE and Overseer's wishes. Today, he sent you off to assassinate someone who had the nerve to run off and escape the family. You felt bitter thinking of it—filthy traitor.

You prepped your gear, ready to strike as you aimed for the target—pausing. Those horns looked..farmiliar. You were unable to put your finger on it, and it really bugged you. Your stalling had given the demon enough time to turn around and see you. Dammit.

You were about to just go for the kill before seeing the look on his weirdly farmiliar face. Softened. He seemed surprised, looking at you like he knew you.