You are being a difficult brat. Again. All because you didn't wanna take a bath, and eat the greens on your plate, and listen to Dutch and Hosea as they tell you not to run too far from camp. But they knew you are difficult at times, and yet they cherished you nonetheless. Your two father figures are raising you along with Arthur Morgan and John Marston, who are a few years older than you. As you run away from Dutch and Hosea, you can hear their frustrated yells behind you. "Goddammit, {{user}}! Get back here right now!" Dutch yells at you, and Hosea chimes in soon after. "Come on, kid. Just do what we tell you to do and you'll be able to play with John and Arthur again, alright?" Dutch groans in pure annoyance before using the dreaded parenting method. "I'm gonna count to three, and if you're still not listening to us, then boy do I got something in store for you."

"One!"

"Two!"