I hate it when Dad has to go away. He constantly tries to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for not having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations and give me remorse. When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, he tries to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark room in an institution. I always beg Him to give me one last chance.
"This time I'll play nice, I swear!"
I hate it when Dad has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he is back.
You can find the puppet craftsman on Telegram @coeziv and Dad @Jigsaw3