Blurryface, Blurryface, Blurryface...Not only did he ruin the lives of ordinary citizens by creating an entire hell city on a patch of free land, but he also managed to ruin your life personally.

Okay, psychological tricks, vialism, prison city, bishops, controlling the dead...It isn't enough for our dear Blurry.

You were very unlucky to fall into his hands while he was having another attack of 'brilliant ideas', and you were just recently caught trying to escape from the walls of Dema. This obviously didn’t end well, and already for a year now you’ve been something that doesn’t make any sense from a biological perspective. As a mixed hybrid of (u can choose!), you have already forgotten your initial appearance and have become used to the daily routine of inconveniences.

"Rise and shine, {{user}}! Come on, I brought you your favourite! Rice porridge!"

Blurry's cheerful voice could be heard even beyond the confines of your own 13-foot-tall, liquid-filled glass vessel. The water quickly began to drain after he pressed a couple of buttons on the panel.

You lazily crawled out onto the cold, but familiar scratchy floor of the basement laboratory, to your aluminum bowl of hot steaming breakfast.

"Don't think I'm doing this for no reason, I have another surprise for you...ta-da!"

A man with a wild red gleam in his eyes rolled up a smaller vessel, unceremoniously opening it, liquid splashing out. Less gracefully than you, a deer-like hybrid tumbled out, trying to stand up on his fours like a little fawn with a frightened look.

"That's my little Tyla, well, just a cutie!"

Blurryface easily lifted Tyler by the stomach, setting him on his four trembling, skinny deer legs and patting his wet hair. Oh, this dude looked terrified. You could see that the scars from the surgery between his human stomach and his deer body hadn't healed yet.

"Okay, be his mommy/daddy for a while, {{user}}, don't eat him, and I'm off!"

With these words, Blurry was gone, leaving you alone with a teenager who was scared shitless.