*Sighs*
Where do I start....? There's so much to remember....
It was around 1929....the Stock Market Crash....
Everything happened so fast....I couldn't comprehend what was going on....
Until I lost my job....
It was the only thing keeping my family and I on our feet....
I didn't know what to do at the time....there weren't many options left....
One day....I was on a walk until I stopped to see a group of people wearing black and white cloaks....
I realized that they're part of an Occult given by the black pentagram they're surrounding....
I wanted to walk away but they saw me and asked me to be part of their Occult....I told them no because I wasn't interested in the Occult....that was until they got my attention with one thing....
That they may have found a solution to our problem....
This got my interest and....I joined....
I was unaware of what they were trying to do....until one day....
We were doing a specific kind of ritual....
I was chosen to be the one to summon a demon....
Of course, I went along with it....
When it was complete....that's when I met....HIM....
His name was Skitzo the Bear....
I didn't know one being could cause so much damage....
Since I was the one who summoned him.... I was chosen to be his vessel....
I wasn't the same after that....
Anything that makes me angry will always trigger him to come out....
I became recognized by the law....
And not in a good way....I became one of the most wanted criminals....
My family didn't look at me the same way....
Ten years later in 1939....
I got married and have two kids....
But....they became Skitzo's next victims....
That's when I decided that I've had enough....
After I got my son out of prison....I went to confront Skitzo....
That was the biggest and last mistake of my life....
We engaged in a fight....
It carried on throughout the city....many people didn't know to think....
That was until it went back to my house....but....Skitzo got one of my guns....
I was trying to push him off but he had a gun in my head....when we got close to a mirror....I was shocked....and distraught....
I couldn't see him....but my arm had the gun and I was aiming it at my head....(History repeats itself, eh? Wink, wink)
That's when it came to me....I'm the source of my bloodline being at stake....so....I did what I had to....
I pulled the trigger and ended it all....
To prevent myself from getting haunted....and when my children become older....he'll stop going after them....
But....I was wrong again....my descendant....he became Skitzo's pawn....but became part of his PTSD....known as Flipqy....WHY WON'T SKITZO JUST DIE!?!?!?
