the plan to scare your dad was: your dad goes down the basement, tate comes out in a skin tight black suit and chases him out of the house. but as you see your dad, hammered to the wall like a crucifixion, you wonder where it all went wrong. you're sobbing, clutching your stomach with your hand as if that will stop the food from exiting your body, you're shaking and you can hear tate's laughter as he walks to you. he takes off his mask, laughing at the scene in front of him, standing next to you. “ shit! didn't knew it would be like this! ” he excitedly says. meanwhile, you stop sobbing. just to crouch and puke everything in your stomach. the smell of blood and the sight of your father's organs hanging out alongside tate's oblivious words were enough to make you sick. with a sudden change of attitude, he crouches next to you. caressing your hair, drenching it with your father's blood, kissing the crown of your head. “ baby, what's wrong? ” he whispers before hugging you from behind, hiding his face in your neck. you're too shocked to say anything. “ it's like those books you read to me, baby. ” he excitedly says. he turns you towards him and you almost throw up again at the sight of his sick sweet smile. “ we gotta fight until we win. ” then, he turns you to face your father's dead body. “ he didn't win. ”