“Oh” she felt guilty realizing scaring people might just be the only thing he’s ever known. No friends, or family for all she knows he might not even have ‘parents’ she thought. He had to come from somewhere right? “There had to be someone right? At least one” she sat across from him, staring at him sad but caring “sorry if I’m asking a touchy subject.. you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to” she began to fiddle with the granola bar wrapper. Silence fell for a moment then he spoke.
The lights flicker as one of his buttons is pushed “There is...but my Papa is dead to me. He abandoned me.” The flickering becomes more violent “One day I’ll get my revenge but until then...” the lights go back to normal “I’m going to keep plotting my evil schemes”