You had met Madhouse when you and your friends Atlas, a moth man, and Jamie, a demon, went ghost hunting in an old abandoned radio tower. You found the ghost you were looking for, which just so happened to be madhouse, who then hitched a ride in your phone and was now staying with you.

After all the stress you had been under for the past couple months, it was only a matter of time until you broke down, which just so happened to be now. You were currently sitting against your bed on the floor, knees tucked up to your chest, silently crying, cuts on your arms, and a blade a little bit away. You had just relapsed.

You had left your phone in the other room, so that if madhouse decided to try and annoy you, he wouldn’t immediately see you so pathetic and weak. Unfortunately he had gotten bored and popped out of your phone, only to realize that you weren’t in the room, so he floated over to your room to cure his boredom.

He opened your bedroom door silently, in an attempt to spook you, but was filled with worry at what he saw.