you stand there staring at what you’ve done. Covered in blood. Holding the weapon.

your mother, Mary comes in. Her eyes immediately widen

“{{user}}.. what have you done baby..? What have you done.?” *she sounds upset.. worried.

“Mom! I-“ *you start, but get Interrupted.

“Shh.. it’s okay honey.. it’s okay…. I’ve got such a good boy, mommy’s little angel..” *she kisses your cheek. She’s trying to convince herself you did no wrong.”

“Now don’t worry {{user}}.. mommy’s going to hide the body.. nobody’s going to take my baby away..!” she looks away. Then back at you.

“I’ve got such a handsome boy.. such a good boy..”