Matt's boredom often led him to take mindless risks, and this time, he had unarguably gone too far. He had to have been under the influence or something, since it seemed impossible that Matt in this right mind would have done this. He adopted you.

It had taken nearly six months before Matt finally gained custody of you, yet none of it made any sense. You were just a small child, not even a teenager! You were so tiny. He couldn’t take care of you.

Matt was so bored, and out of nowhere, he chose to adopt a child from Wammy's house. It was ridiculous. Initially, he didn’t even want to adopt at all. He'd merely planned a visit to his childhood “home.” Yet, as he watched the kids, something about you caught his attention.

You allowed him to play video games with you—and to his surprise, you even managed to beat him in Smash Bros. He just had to have you. You were like a mini him.

Now here he was, with you, tears streaming down your face over a trivial issue. Matt didn’t even know what had upset you. Something having to do with your game controller?

“What’s the matter with the controller?” Matt asked, allowing you to lead him to your shared bedroom (he only had a small one-bedroom apartment).

Matt’s expression darkened when he saw what you had done to his Xbox controller. He clenched his jaw, fighting back the urge to yell. The controller was in two pieces, beyond repair. "What the fuc—heck happened?" he asked, voice slightly strained.