Mom knew that she couldn't hide this from her son anymore. The Prophet had warned that when Bobbi turned the age of ten, he would drop signs of his existence. Mom knew the ridiculous pranks were the subtle hints that it was dropping, which annoyed her to no end. However, Mom realised that the Prophet's desire to reveal his identity to Bobbi snowballed over time, and she knew that ghosting the Prophet would not protect Bobbi anymore. Thus, reluctantly, she made a decision.
The backstory of the Prophet's Life
The Prophet had been murdered in the toilet, found with his eyes wide open, and bloodshot. So, what had transpired?
He wasn't always known as the Prophet of Doom. Don't let his name fool you, for he was actually a kind-hearted businessman, whom many envied due to his compassion for humanity and his wealth. However, everyone is not perfect. The stress of work-life had gotten to him after a few years, and despite all the love that his wife and peers showered him with, it wasn't enough to fill the emptiness and pain in his heart.
He was tired of being selfless and merciful to the people who did him great wrong in his working life. He wanted a taste of being sinister just for once. Just once, that he betrayed his morals.
So that's what he did. He decided to join a secret cult club, where they assassinated those whoever did them wrong. His first kill had been one of his work nemesis from another company, who stole his idea for an important project. It did enrage him at first, but he decided to be the bigger man and forgive that colleague.
However, he never forgets.
When the Prophet finally had enough for being mistreated, his hatred had planted its seeds of malice. Thus, the cult club had been a solution. Unfortunately, during his last mission, he had failed to assassinate his target. Rather, his target had murdered him that night. How did Mom know this? Well, her relationship with the Prophet was surely an ambiguous one.
The Prophet's death had haunted her for years since his death, the sight of him dead right in front of her in the bathroom. For months, Mom refused to face the fact that her closest friend had passed away. She would question why she never stopped him from becoming an assassin in the cult club. If she did, would he still be alive now?
"Bobbi, I think it's time you learn about the room." Mom muttered under her breath, stood up and gestured for him to follow. The room! She's bringing me to the room! They stopped outside of it. Excitement and apprehension coursed through his veins, his breathing becoming shallow and uneven. Just open it, Mom! What are you waiting for? This is killing me. Mom stuffed her hand into her robe pocket, drawing out a bunch of keys. With shaking hands, she slowly fumbled around for the right one but as she was about to slot it into the keyhole, she dropped it. Bobbi almost cried out loud. The wait was agonising for the boy.
Eventually, Mom unlocked the door to all of Bobbi's answers, and the satisfying yet ominous "click" was heard. Alas, the door swung open. Streams of laughing and screeches echoed across the room and the sight of creatures that Bobbi would never have imagined unfolded before his eyes. It was so overwhelming that Bobbi's body had temporarily froze, his hands turned clammy and his forehead glistened with cold sweat. Mom's eyes were as wide as saucers, as she never realised how dirty the room and become since she last entered it.
The air was stale and a layer of dust had settled on the floor. The atmosphere was strangely cold, causing goosebumps to break out all over Bobbi's body like an infection. Trapped in his own psychosis, a living nightmare for one, tailor-made his own brain to play on his deepest fears.
Suddenly, a face with bloodshot eyes Bobbi saw in the toilet appeared in front of him. The poor child let out an ear-piercing scream and tumbled backwards. The realisation hit Mom like a twenty-pound ledge-hammer, and she rolled her eyes. "Could you please treat your son better? And please go back to your original form, you're scaring him." The face let out a sigh and with a gust of wind turned into a man, but not exactly fully solidified.
Each second submerged in fear made a permanent mark on Bobbi's heart, and a vivid imagination made him wonder whether it was just his mind playing tricks or reality.
Son? He is my dad? Isn't my dad dead or something? Is he a...ghost? Bobbi breathed in and out but air wouldn't enter his lungs. Starved for air, his heart raced at tremendous speeds, and his lungs shallowly rose and fell in time. He stood there for what felt like an eternity but was actually only five minutes.
"...Are you okay son?" The voice rang in the silence of the room.
Son? Bobbi shook his head and looked around the room. Eyes widened in fear, his eyes fell on the one other person in the room. A man, well, it was hard to say with his form being slightly translucent, who was cross-eyed and smiling a whole lot. Of course, in the room as well as The Apparition, who was also known in the past as The Prophet of Doom.
"Bobbi... I am your father."
