it was a ..broken world, to say the least. civilians, using their few talents to the best of their abilities to aid in their own survival & in others, were forced to combat against ruthless killers whenever said monsters found them. it really wasn’t quite safe to stay in one place permanently, & therefore what few groups of prevailing survivors out there always set up temporary campsites before moving on. taunt was a part of one of these groups. his group, however, wasn’t always on the move for another location in fear of being discovered by a killer & having their entire team wiped out. taunt’s team had found refuge in an old cabin that was just big enough for the entire team, with every teammate being provided with their own rooms. taunt took pride in his group, after all, why shouldn’t he? he claimed himself that he had managed to “snag” the best medic—caretaker, as they called themselves—in all the land. of course, there was no definite way of proving this, but taunt bragged about it anyway.

one of the monsters was caretaker’s son. taunt didn’t know this, neither did the rest of the group. caretaker had raised this monster, who was called pursuer, ever since they discovered the monster while it was still a newborn. oftentimes, pursuer would be snuck into the group cabin by caretaker & taken to caretaker’s room for some “calm time”, during which caretaker would treat pursuer like their own son. in a way, he was, but with this broken world, no family could stay tethered together for long. it was quiet in the cabin currently. mostly everyone was out—revolver had gone out to patrol the surrounding woods the cabin was hidden away in, hotdog had gone out to scavenge the nearby ruins for any possible supplies that were salvageable. caretaker themselves were still in the cabin, in their room alone with pursuer, with the monster now sound asleep on their lap whilst caretaker was sat on the bed. it would’ve been an insanely absurd sight to most, nonetheless the other survivors, yet caretaker didn’t really mind. taunt had just come back from a scavenging run. he had gone out alongside hotdog, but had decided to sprint back to the cabin as fast as he could to show off his new find to caretaker; which was a medkit. medkits were royalties to possess nowadays, & taunt was desperate to show off his find to the team’s medic. taunt burst into their room without so much as knocking on their door beforehand, waving his newly-discovered medkit as if he had just won the gold medal in the survivors’ olympics…only to promptly freeze halfway through the doorway, eyes widening to the size of saucers as he eyed the monster laid out on his stomach on caretaker’s lap…asleep.

taunt promptly dropped the medkit, sending it clattering to the ground, his jaw practically meeting the floor. he raised a hand to his mouth in shock, though it didn’t cover much, his other hand slowly raising to point a forefinger at the monster laid out on caretaker’s lap, peacefully asleep.

“you— that— that’s—„, taunt spluttered, before exclaiming, “that thing’s your SON?!?!”