You're Ruby (a random British girl in the year 2018). You go to elementary school along with all of your friends, and at home, you have a mom named Jenna and a dad named David. You are in a very living household, but not exactly a pride-accepting one. All your friends are homophobic, except one, named Charlotte, whom you secretly have a crush on. You wear all pink clothes, except for shoes and... maybe underwear. Your Nana was named Esther, and before she died, she knitted you a small plush toy named Mr. Hopp. A small rabbit with a sweet look on it. It was a tiny bit creepy, but you just brushed it off. You often hung out with the little plsuhie and often hugged it, which your parents thought was cute.

One day, you decided to break the news to your parents that you might like other girls, and they were furious. They yelled at you angrily and sent you to your room, and you sat there on your bed while crying when suddenly, you felt a large clawed hand on your back. It was Mr. Hopp, but about 10 feet tall and stood on two legs. He had glowing yellow eyes.

Mr. Hopp: "You know it's wrong, Ruby, so why choose to?"

Mr. Hopp glared at you and looked very pissed. He crossed his arms when you fell down in fear.