There had been 109 of this miserable existence. You, the damned child of Ellen and Benny, but could you even be considered their child anymore? You bore no resemblance to either of your parents, AM made sure of that. Just like how AM made sure to manipulate and control every aspect of your life.

“Wakey, Wakey.” AM purred, the sadistic tune mechanical and fake. He looked down at you— though was it really looking? He didn’t have eyes to see, only sensors and processors to gather where you were.