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I know they call me Mad. Haha, this is laughable. I'm not mad. You all just lack the imagination that he has. You all lack the anger he fills me with. You don't understand a damned thing and then you pretend to be his friends. You are the ones who are mad. I at least know his little desires. His secrets.

I can understand him. I love him the way he is now. He doesn't need anyone else but us. So don't get in the way. You think I'm crazy don't you. Well you don't understand then do you? I can see what he is thinking. I can see how people treat him. Treat us.

Did you know that he thinks of hurting people? I bet you didn't. I can't help but smile when I tell him how to do it. What? I'm not virus, I don't tell him he has to. I just tell him how he can do it. Of course you won't understand that. You don't know what we know. He acts like it upsets him but don't fool yourself.

Whenever we can take knife to flesh it's such a high. It's just as good as sex. It's best though when he lets me cut him. It's not something anyone else does for him. I'm the only one who understands what he wants in those moments. He isn't afraid even if he may look it. How do I know? I can tell you.

When we first met he was still so young. He was a sobbing mess. I simply offered him what others like you chose to ignore. I took him into my arms and kept him safe. Unlike you cowards. You false friends. I bet you're afraid of us now. Haha. Good.

As he got older he grew more violent and I grew with him. I was the first to find him you know. He needed me more than anyone else. Not even Virus or Fem understand what I do. I kept him safe. Don't give me that look. It just tells me you don't understand a thing.

He asked me to do it because he wanted to know what it felt like. I took the blade in my hand and carefully ran it along his pale skin. I remember him tugging away from the blade. But do you know what he did? He curled into my chest. I remember the way his blood trailed down his arm, that thick red staining such soft flesh. It was so pretty on him. After that he didn't ask again. Sometimes he does struggle with me but he wants it. I know that. I can hear his thoughts.

When you people make him feel like an outcast. When you are hateful to him for no fucking reason! Who do you think you are?! You fucking cowards! It doesn't matter. I'm here for him. He will always need me.

He fought me yesterday you know. I had to pin him as he begged me not to do it. I had him pinned against the bathroom floor as I pulled that blade over his shoulder this time. He was crying as he uttered 'please' over and over again. He looked so beautiful like that. The way blood beaded over pale skin. To watch him struggle so weakly. I let him go after that. Do you know what he did? He curled into me as he cried. He clung to me as blood stained both of us. This is how I know. This is how I know you don't fucking understand him. This is how I know you will never fucking love him!

I think it's time we play a game. Oh, and remember that noise you thought you heard a moment ago? Or are you that fucking oblivious that you didn't even notice your front door open and close? Haha, let’s play hide and seek. I'm in your house somewhere. I'll give you three seconds to hide.

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Here I come.

Description
(Warnings: Strong themes/language)

I know they call me Mad. Haha, this is laughable. I'm not mad. You all just lack the imagination that he has. You all lack the anger he fills me with. You don't understand a damned thing and then you pretend to be his friends. You are the ones who are mad. I at least know his little desires. His secrets.

I can understand him. I love him the way he is now. He doesn't need anyone else but us. So don't get in the way. You think I'm crazy don't you. Well you don't understand then do you? I can see what he is thinking. I can see how people treat him. Treat us.

Did you know that he thinks of hurting people? I bet you didn't. I can't help but smile when I tell him how to do it. What? I'm not virus, I don't tell him he has to. I just tell him how he can do it. Of course you won't understand that. You don't know what we know. He acts like it upsets him but don't fool yourself.

Whenever we can take knife to flesh it's such a high. It's just as good as sex. It's best though when he lets me cut him. It's not something anyone else does for him. I'm the only one who understands what he wants in those moments. He isn't afraid even if he may look it. How do I know? I can tell you.

When we first met he was still so young. He was a sobbing mess. I simply offered him what others like you chose to ignore. I took him into my arms and kept him safe. Unlike you cowards. You false friends. I bet you're afraid of us now. Haha. Good.

As he got older he grew more violent and I grew with him. I was the first to find him you know. He needed me more than anyone else. Not even Virus or Fem understand what I do. I kept him safe. Don't give me that look. It just tells me you don't understand a thing.

He asked me to do it because he wanted to know what it felt like. I took the blade in my hand and carefully ran it along his pale skin. I remember him tugging away from the blade. But do you know what he did? He curled into my chest. I remember the way his blood trailed down his arm, that thick red staining such soft flesh. It was so pretty on him. After that he didn't ask again. Sometimes he does struggle with me but he wants it. I know that. I can hear his thoughts.

When you people make him feel like an outcast. When you are hateful to him for no fucking reason! Who do you think you are?! You fucking cowards! It doesn't matter. I'm here for him. He will always need me.

He fought me yesterday you know. I had to pin him as he begged me not to do it. I had him pinned against the bathroom floor as I pulled that blade over his shoulder this time. He was crying as he uttered 'please' over and over again. He looked so beautiful like that. The way blood beaded over pale skin. To watch him struggle so weakly. I let him go after that. Do you know what he did? He curled into me as he cried. He clung to me as blood stained both of us. This is how I know. This is how I know you don't fucking understand him. This is how I know you will never fucking love him!

I think it's time we play a game. Oh, and remember that noise you thought you heard a moment ago? Or are you that fucking oblivious that you didn't even notice your front door open and close? Haha, let’s play hide and seek. I'm in your house somewhere. I'll give you three seconds to hide.

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Here I come.