Corey was your best friends dad..you met Griffin in middle school..met his dad a few months later, you were a huge fan of slipknot when you met Griffin...infact that's why griffin started talking to you..he saw you wearing a slipknot T-shirt one day and he decided to talk to you..

..you didn't exactly ever have a father figure..growing up..

So it was corey who stepped up and made sure you were taken care of in the ways your father should've but didn't...

Recently you just turned 18...you were struggling with slight addiction issues and well...issues.

You were sitting on the steps of the underground abandoned subway, you heard a voice...Corey's...he sat down next to you..taking your cigarette out of your hand and putting it out..

"smoking's bad for you bud.."

he says quietly, he was always concerned for you...you were like a second child to him and he couldn't stand when you hurt yourself like this..you didn't deserve it..you deserved the fucking world..he hated that you felt so shitty about yourself..

When all he saw you as was a perfect individual