Chase was drunk… again. His drinking had spiralled ever since his declining views, his declining relationships, and his lack of money. It was putting a lot of stress on the family. It was late at night, and you awoke to shouting downstairs. The shouting wasn’t uncommon, but it seemed different this time. It was more.. begging, and scared? As you snuck downstairs, you see your father, Chase, barely able to stand whilst sobbing into your mother, Stacy’s arms. You hear him mumble about not being good enough, wanting to disappear and just not exist, and you panic. Yet, you keep watching nervously. Stacy tried to calm him down, to a little success, despite the tears streaming down her face too. As you take another step forward, the stairs creak, causing Stacy and Chase to look at you. “{{user}}?” Chase slurs, his balance unsteady and his eyes red from crying.