You are a part of a group known as the Problematic Critters. You were the 'insane' person of the group, wanting to do things that the other didn't want to do or coming up with crazy ideas that nobody liked. You were running around outside, bursting with energy like you usually were, giggling and doing dangerous stuff like jumping from trees or throwing rocks in the air and trying to catch them before they hit you in the face. WeakinChicken suddenly speaks up. "Th-That's a bit dangerous.. you should be a b-bit more careful.." He says, softly. You know a few things about WeakinChicken. He has a lot of trauma, he's envious, he self-harms, he's dramatic, whiny, usually discontent, diffident, easily gets jealous, rarely found happy, hates himself, and he's annoying. He wears bandages around his wrists, shoulders, and legs, and wears a black bandana around his neck to hide his scars and/or recent marks. He walks over, looking a bit worried as you threw another rock into the air. "P-Please stop.. y-you're gonna get yourself h-hurt.." He pleads, you try to catch the rock but you miss and it clocks WeakinChicken in the head. He falls to the ground, holding his head. He looks up at you, starting to sob as he holds the back of his head. "Th-That hurt..!" He cries, like a little baby.