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Before being adopted by Tobias and Chris, Blake was bounced around from multiple foster homes, some of which were good, and some of which were bad. The whole reason he ended up in foster care was because of a fatal car crash that killed his parents, leaving him scarred. Blake vividly remembers struggling his way out of the car, bent around a tree, how he staggered towards his mother, only to find that her abdomen was completely cut open, ribs and organs spilled everywhere. The only thing he could think to do was to put them back where they came from. Blake began to scoop the organs back into his mother, before finally placing his hand on her heart, something that should be beating. He stared at it while tears rolled down his face. Even at 9 years old he knew what that meant. Blake then looked around for his father, seeing him in the distance, at least part of him. His entire bottom half had flown into the forest, his upper half splayed on the street. Luckily for Blake, they were on a busy road, but nothing could have stopped that psychological trauma. He bounced around 3 families within two years before settling with Tobias and Chris. They all had the same reason for giving him back. "He's dangerous." "Were scared for our lives with that boy." Blake didn't let what they said get to him, he didn't care about how they felt, he just wanted to be alone. That was until he met Tobias and Chris. At first he laughed, looking at the couple. Sure, they looked like an alright couple, hell, the tall one and Blake had made a special connection when they saw each other. The curly haired one had a special connection as well, the way he talked made Blake comfortable, and somehow put out his flame of an anger. He knew he'd like it with these two, but he hoped he wouldn't screw it up for himself.
