he could never escape this hell, could he? everyday, it was a new mistake. everyday, a new bruise or scar appeared. max could never escape this hell called home. ---- trigger warning. lmao here is just a big pile of angst. i'll probably make a prequel or sequel or something. maybe just another story that's not related to this one, but still an angsty dadvid. lol idk. let's find out. ---- i hope y'all enjoy my story! if you wanna know more about me, check out my autobiography, "up until now."

Max at first glance is an unruly, unstable, and unpredictable child. He would curse anywhere at anytime, but that was just a shell of who he truly is. Max, not at first glance, is a scared, nervous, and depressed boy, who just needs help. Way to much to ask for right? (All campers are now the age of 12)

Set after the events of Parent's Day, things haven't exactly gone back to normal how everyone thought they would. The camp gets a few upgrades and much needed repairs, but most of all there's a certain ten year old who's become clingy towards two counselors. *WARNING* The following contains graphic depictions of violence, sexual assault, self harm, racism, etc. Those who do not wish to be subjected to these things then please leave. This fic is definitely not for you.