Sending as an ask cause I’m stuck in gay baby jail (post limit)
Gertrude: It’s rather perplexing, your loyalty to someone who trusts you so very little.
Tim: Oh, is that supposed to be a revelation?
Gertrude: You should know that I really considered it, trying to scrounge something up that would ruin your precious image of her….. But, I have more important things to worry about, so I’ll spare you that indignity, at the very least.
Gertrude: Your father. He’s always been hard to deal with. You do so very much for the sake of pleasing him, always the go getter….. But he never really cared for it all, did he?
He was always looking at someone else, even when that someone else was no longer there, hm?
Gertrude: No, Tim, I know that you know the real reason. Your father hates you. You just never got the chance to find out why.
That’s not something you should fault yourself for, of course, your father was always just a bit too scared to bring it up. After your brother’s…unfortunate death, he has been so very distant from you. Seeing the loss of such a precious thing as one’s own child is enough to leave a lasting mark on anyone, and poor Danny, his killer was never even brought to justice…
I don’t want you to worry yourself too much, though, Tim.
Because, if you ever find yourself curious as to what your brother’s killer looked like?
Gertrude: You can always look in the mirror. The resemblance is quite uncanny, why, you’re practically identical-
Gertrude: Stoker, have you ever wondered what it is that your father saw that night? The moment of weakness that plays in his head every single time he looks at you?
Tim: (through sobs) Oh god…
[HE CONTINUES CRYING AS THE STATIC KEEPS GOING.]
Gertrude: (hissing) Don’t burn any more statements.