A/N: The result for this story is as I expected since no one cares about OC stories anymore. However, I WILL finish this story and will get all 26 chapters done despite the views. But hey, shit happens right?

Disclaimer: Zootopia belongs to Disney but the characters are mine. There is one that belongs to someone. Will leave credit at the bottom.

Last chapter (An Unexpected Reunion): Max is about to become a father and decides to take off to meet his real family. However, he discovered something gruesome on that day and is now about to set off in a new life. Will he accept it?

The young fox, known as Max Zero, but recently discovered his true name, Theodore Fanger, was left unconscious on the ground. His vision was a blur but he could feel his body being carried to somewhere. He wasn't completely conscious so he was too weak to even realize where he was being taken to. And it took a few minutes but he was still unaware of the situation he was at.

He could barely hear someone speaking but just enough to hear them but just not understood them. It took a few more minutes to finally get his mind together.

"…What a troublesome tod…" was the first thing he heard.

He slowly opened his eyes. He could see the ceiling. And as soon as his senses were back, he sat up straight, turning to the right to find his blood-related father.

"Oh, you're awake," said Ezekiel.

Max looked around to find himself in a small closed room with nothing but the lamp dangling on the ceiling to cover the darkness. He was sitting on a table and rubbed his head in pain.

"Welcome to our basement," Ezekiel said. "Sorry about hitting you hard back there. I just wanted to explain a few things before it gets out of hand."

The fox turned to the tiger. "Wh… What…?" he barely said, still wary.

"Well… It's time you know our family tradition," he started. "The Fangers are TRUE predators. And I'm sure you saw Sarah back there. You were pretty shocked weren't you?"

Max couldn't answer. He tried to catch his breath for a while. And with him not realizing, this was the first time he has felt so lost.

"Unlike the other predators, WE are the ones who are true to our traditions. You don't have to be related by blood to be a Fanger even. The only initiation is to act like a true predator. Our family has been hunting thousands of years even after the peace between the two families. But of course, they've forgotten. What it feels like to be a predator."

Again… Max could only stare. But he was also listening. This tiger was crazy.

"Anyhoo…" Ezekiel stood up. "I have work to do. If you want to know more, just ask anyone here." The old tiger exited out the room, leaving his son there.

Max then looked down on the ground, still shaking. He just did not expect his family to be… Carnivores. Sure, they are. But as in, eating preys. He rubbed his head, trying to think on what to do next. And as he was, he heard a scream in the next room where his blood-related father exited. "Help" it sounded.

He slowly took a step forward to the door and opened it slightly to peek and the first thing he saw was a deer being tied down on a surface. He was naked and shaking in fear with gritted teeth while struggling to get loose.

Max quickly exited the room and rushed towards the victim. "What happened?!" he asked.

The deer yelled. "S-Stay away! You monster!"

Max was unsure of what to do but the only thing he could think of now was to set the victim free. "Just stay still! I'm getting you out!"

"Why would you! You're a Hunter right?!"

Max ignored the question and tried to get the deer lose until…

"Theodore…" a female voice was heard behind him.

He turned around to meet his stepmother, Michelle who was wielding a saw.

"What are you doing?" she asked as politely as she can.

"What are YOU doing?!" he asked back. "What is this?! What's going on here! Explain!"

"I'm for sure your father already explained everything. Fangers… Are true predators. Our tradition has never changed to begin with. This should be normal for you."

"How the fuck is this normal?! Feasting on preys?!"

The wolf giggled. "Do you not know what prey means? It means 'victims'. Why would they still be sticking with that name while the meaning is already gone? It's the same for our family name. Why do all us Fangers even have fangs right? Same as predators which meant 'hunters'."

"You're fucking crazy!"

"Actually, we're not. If you ever tasted red meat, you would understand. But you never have, have you?"

And she was right. For the first time in 10 years, Max choked on his on words. He can't say anything about that since she was right. He never has never tasted it.

"Don't tell me you forgot what it taste like," she continued.

His eyes widened. 'Forgot'? He looked up at her in confusion.

"Your father didn't tell you, did you? When you were a baby, that was the one thing they fed you."

The 'one thing' she said. Which brought him to thinking. Was it the reason why he was so savage? Not because it was an unconscious act of protection but rather… Hunger?

"Deep down… You've been wanting to taste it again, don't you…?" she said softly, walking towards the deer. "Then, I will be preparing dinner soon. Care to watch?"

"You fucking pieces of shit!" yelled the prey. "All of you! Go fuck yourself!"

Ignoring his threat, the wolf, Michelle then injected him with something. "Shhhh," she said. "Just relax those muscle. Wouldn't want you to struggle."

"W-wha… What… Did you… Do…?" Without saying anything else, the prey was unable to move. Not even his mouth. The only part of his body that was still moving were his eyesballs. Saliva began to form from his tongue that was hanging out. He was really out of it, yet he was aware of where he was.

Max could only look in fear. But at the same time, he felt anger. He wanted to save the deer. He wanted to do something. He began clenching his fist. His mind began clouding with dark thoughts. He was about to take a step forward until…

"Theodore," Ezekiel called from behind. Of course, his son turned to him. "Would you like to help with dinner too?" he smiled.

The young fox stared at him with widened eyes. That smile… It looked so innocent. As if he really thought it was the right thing. Max shook his head slowly with gritted teeth, while trying to say something, until… He heard some squishy noises behind and the smell of blood came to play.

He turned around and witnessed his stepmother began sawing off the feet of the deer. And the victim was still conscious too but wasn't struggling.

Max began to shake. He has never been so frightened in his life. He covered his mouth, holding in his vomit, and looked away.

Ezekiel laughed. "You'll get use to it," he said. "Go out and throw up in the garden. It'd make good fertilizers for the plants."

And so, he ran up the stairs and out of the basement. The only thing revealed itself when he opened the door was the sky which was getting dark. The sky was turning into a dark orange.

He was now at the same spot where he found Sarah who was eating the bull carcass just now. And the the carcass was still there only, now the innards were widely open and bones can be seen already.

The sight of it only made Max sicker and let it all go as he vomitted right next to it. He could feel his head getting light and his stomach emptying itself. The smell of the carcass was still there even and it only made him want to puke some more even though there was nothing left to vomit.

Max held his stomach after finally getting over it. But due to an empty stomach, he was getting a little weak. This was such a change of character for him. He can't even remember the last time he's ever threw up. He has killed other mammals before… But never to the extend to eat them.

Then again… He once did tasted blood… Back when… He was protecting Sophie…

Sophie…

Her face flashed in his mind and he grabbed his head. He was becoming more lost than ever. What should he do now? He was even about to become a father and marry her even. But now… He has complications with his real family. What would they think if they found out that he was about to be married to a prey…?

"Teddy?" Angel called, placing a paw on his shoulder.

He shook then flicked her paw away from him, becoming a little more cautious. He didn't answer her. He just stared at her in disdain.

"You should go take a shower," she said. "I'm sorry about what Daddy did." She then grabbed his paw. "But I promise you. I won't let anyone hurt you. I… Can't lose you again…"

Max's breathing began to calm as he looked at her. She seems to care about him. Which he can't hate. Her eyes look too honest about it and he sighed. These were right now the most fucked up mammals he has ever met. And he has to be cautious. But, for some reason, he could trust his older sister.

"Okay…" he said, finally calming down.

He glanced back for a few seconds and frowned in disgust.

Angel looked back and pushed him softly. "Just go, okay?" she assured, smiling.

Few minutes after, Max was in the shower but wasn't bathing. He was too busy thinking about a lot. He can't even hear the shower running due to what is going on in his head now. He breathed slowly every 5 seconds, just trying to clear the image that was captured in his head but they just can't seem to go away.

He frowned and rubbed his head. "What the fuck…?" he thought. "Why didn't I just run away…? Is it because I've seen other mammals die before too…? No… This is different… Or… Is it because…?"

"Teddy?" Angel's voice can be heard behind the other side of the door.

"Yea?" Max answered.

"Can I… Come in…?"

"Are you crazy?" Max grabbed the curtain showers quickly just in case.

He could hear her giggle outside. "Don't get any wrong ideas, silly. I'm just gonna leave some new clothes for you on the sink."

He let go of the curtains. "Sure… Just leave them then."

Max could barely see anything behind the curtains. But he could see the door opening and a figure entered the washroom, leaving a batch of clothes on the sink.

He sighed and looked down again, thinking once more. He heard the door closed and he turned to it. But… The figure was still in the bathroom. Moving.

He stared at it. It looked like it was… Stripping.

"Angel?" he called.

"Huh?! Oh! Sorry!" And with that, the figure exited the washroom quickly.

He sighed again only longer this time. He moved the curtain a little to peek to see if it was clear. And then locked the door this time. Something was definitely wrong… With her…

He turned to the set of clothes Angel left behind on the sink and tilted his head. Red, black and white flannel… And a pair of blue jeans… And of course, there was a pair of underpants… Only they were briefs instead of boxers this time.

The fox turned off the shower and begin wearing the clothes that his sister brought. He put them on very slowly, buttoning the shirt from top to bottom and looked at himself in the mirror while doing so.

He stared blankly at his reflection while putting on his clothes as if he was mindlessly doing so especially with an expression like that. And after dressing up, he looked at himself only with a longer stare. He looked different. He feels different even. Who would have thought that he would see himself wearing these kind of clothes.

He released a breath of exhaustion and went for his gloves that he had left in the medical cabinet which was also the mirror. After putting it on, he looked at his paws and moved them in and out making sure they fit.

He looked up in the mirror one last time before heading out.

And as soon as he exited, he could hear some voices in the kitchen. He heard two familiar voices, one belonged to Ezekiel and the other was Angel's. However, there was a third which he's never heard before.

"I just hope he can accept this family," said the third voice. It was a male. "What do you think the mammals that raised him are like?"

"I can only hope they aren't preys," Ezekiel said. They have not noticed that he was already out of the washroom. "I don't mind if they raised him softly but as long as they're predators, I can accept that."

"They're both predators," Max answered, barging in.

"Oh, Theodore!" Ezekiel said in surprised with folded arms. "Sorry that you heard that. But, glad to hear the ones that raised you are predators. We should invite them to the family too."

"They're gone," the young tod replied instantly and coldly. "Dead. They were caught in an accident when I was out of town."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that," said the third party member. He was a black timberwolf and was a really big one too. Bigger than Max even who was as large as a regular adult wolf. "Oh, where are my manners? Thomas Cansus. I'm your stepmother's brother. But, I'm a true Fanger as well. Don't let the last name fool you." The wolf brought out his paw to shake.

Max, of course, shook back.

Thomas noticed this and looked at the fox's paw. "Gloves? Why are you wearing them?"

"Does it matter?"

"He just finds them precious," Angel interrupted, helping to clean Max's rudeness. "Teddy said someone important gave that to him is all."

"Ah, I see. Are they predators?"

Max didn't answer but frowned. Predator, predator, predator. Was that the only thing that mattered to this family? The fox answered back with a slow nod and the wolf let go.

"Well, in that case, I don't mind. And god, look at you." The wolf bent his knees a little to reach his height. "I remember how tiny you were. But to think a fox could grow this huge." Thomas laughed which annoyed Max a little. "Well, hopefully you can keep up with the family tradition."

"Dinner is ready," Michelle called bringing in something that smell delicious. Everyone, except Sarah gathered around the table.

Max noticed this and turned to Angel. "Where's the badger?" he asked.

"Sarah? She said she's full."

His ears twitched and he frowned again. The image of Sarah eating the bull earlier returned to his head. He looked down, hoping not to vomit. And that was when he remembered something. He looked at the meal that Michelle brought.

It was a set of deer parts, including the head. All roasted and it was still steaming. The fur, the eyeballs, the tongue and all the inner organs gone. The only part left were all the meat stuck to the bone, all chopped in pieces.

"Since Theodore has returned, I was thinking we should eat this one that Ezekiel just hunted," Michelle explained, smiling at her handiwork.

"Why, of course, we should!" Ezekiel exclaimed. "The homecoming of the most precious family member is finally here after all!"

"You really know how to make a feast, sis," Thomas said, grabbing for the wrist only to be smacked by his sister on the paw.

"Now, now. We should say grace before we eat. God bless for this wonderful day after all."

Max was speechless. He really wanted to do something. But he was frozen stiff. He was about to eat the deer that he just saw earlier as if it was nothing. He really couldn't think straight anymore. For some reason, part of him just wants to get along with the family. But another part was screaming that they were all sick. Sick in the head.

"Teddy?" Angel called, noticing his expression. "Are you okay?"

Are you okay, she said… Max clenched his paws tightly into a fist and quickly ran up the stairs to his room.

He could hear his real name being called by them, but he decided to block them all out. He was Max Zero. A fox who is about to get married. Not Theodore Fanger. A… 'True' predator.

The moment he entered his room, he began packing all his stuff. He wanted to leave this place as soon as he can and forget about everything. This was not what he was expecting his family to be. But yet… Somehow, he just can't do anything.

He could have go and tell the police about this. But why didn't he…?

Max was on his knees, his bag still opened but he wasn't moving. He was staring at the inside of his bag but what he was seeing was something else. He couldn't see it clearly, but it was all red… Red… His mind then brought him back 10 years ago from when he almost killed those bullies that were hurting Sophie. His paws began trembling as he gripped onto his bag.

He remembered something from back then… He… WANTED to kill them… But he wasn't sure it was because it was to protect Sophie or because it was something else. Almost as if his own body wanted to do it. Which would explain why he had no problem killing others during his days as a criminal.

"Teddy?" Angel's voice was heard by the door.

Max turned around quickly and found her walking towards him. "What do you want…?" he answered weakly.

"I… Just wanted to check on you…" She kneeled next to him and looked inside his bag. She saw something that caught her eye and reached in for it. It was Max's old mask from his old crime days. "Whoa…" She raised the muzzle-shaped black mask up and observed it in different angles. "This actually would look good on you."

Max didn't have the mood to talk anymore. So he decided to let her continue while still staring inside his bag blankly.

"You know… Masks are important to us whenever we hunt. I guess you really do have it in you after all."

The tod's eyes widened and he swiftly grabbed his mask bag. "No…" he said, sounding agitated. "I'm not like you… I'm different…"

Angel smiled. "I know you are," she said. "But I also know that part of you is still like us."

"How do you know…?"

"Those scars… Did you get them while trying to kill someone?"

He didn't answer but looked at his mask.

"So you HAVE killed before. But then again, killing and preying are two different things."

There was a moment of silence between them. Max can't help but shake. He finally looked at his sister. "What does it matter to you…?" he asked.

"It doesn't." She placed a paw on his head. "But YOU do. No matter who you are, you're always my brother… You have no idea… How lonely I was when you were gone…" Tears began forming from her eyes which softened the tod. "I… I really hated being alone… After you and mommy were gone… I never felt so…" She couldn't continue saying anymore.

Max could tell she was telling the truth. And it was then he placed a paw on her head too. "I'm sorry…" he said.

She shook her head, slowly smiling. "No… It's not your fault… You were too young back then…"

He put his paw down and looked at his mask again. He was feeling a little guilty now about leaving. But at the same time, he just wanted to leave all of this behind because of what happened.

Then, as soon as they were having their moment of silence, the front door can be heard slammed shut and he turned to the direction of it.

Angel sniffed. "Looks like they're on it again…" she said.

He turned to her. "On what again?" he asked.

"A group known as the Flock has appeared. They normally would try to kill every one of us. But… They still have no idea that the Fangers are the ones that have been hunting… That's why we wear masks whenever we hunt…"

Max stood up and looked out. He gripped his mask tight. He wanted to see this himself. He took a step forward slowly and hesitantly.

"Where…?" was all Angel said before she was cut off.

"I… Want to see this…" he answered.

Angel stared at him in disbelief. She even thought for a second that her ears were deceiving her but she was sure that she didn't mishear that. She crawled to the nearest drawer and grabbed something out of it which caught his attention.

She pulled out a pair of arm braces. They were made of thick leather. So thick that the scales of the reptile skin was still there. The braces were made as fingerless gloves sewn to the braces. They were three blades on the side and three more on the upper side of the glove area. There was one on the wrist area diagonally underneath.

"Give me your arms," she said to him. "And take off those gloves." He was hesitant at first and she could sense this. "Trust me."

He looked at her, and later nodded. He stretched out his arms slowly after taking off his gloves, putting them in his pockets.

She then began to put the braces on him. First putting his paws into the glove part and then strapped the forearm on.

She stared in awe. "A perfect fit…" she commented. "They really are meant for you…"

"What are these?" he said clenching his fist. And with that movement, the blades on the outer side of his arms extended like a switchblade. He stared at it and began to shake.

"They're called Sabre Blades," Angel explained. "They're hunting tools for the Fangers. We actually… Have one prepared for you… Long ago…"

He relaxed his paw and the blade retracted. Angel then pulled a lever, that was located on the inner arm, upwards, extending the four blades, three on his top fist and the other one under his wrist. The blades were positioned of a claw. The four blades were shaped like crescents as if karambit knives were replacing his four fingers.

She then pulled the lever down, retracting the four blades.

"If you focus on clenching your fists, the blades on the ulna side will extract."

"Like… A frill-necked lizard?" he said.

"Something like that. Only, you have more control of it. The inside of the gloves have a sensor that will sense your pulse or force that will release it."

Max looked at his arms and then to his sister. "Then… Take me there now…"

Later…

Angel drove the young fox to a dense forest with one of their pick-up truck. It was already dark and the moon was already visible. She brought him on top of a hill where he saw a group of animals in black uniform and helmets, holding guns and rifles standing their ground while aiming at the trees.

He got out of the car and slammed the door shut. He was observing them carefully. And as he did, he could see a tiger and a black wolf wearing masks at the scene, jumping from tree to tree, ground to tree, popping out from bushes and damaged the group little by little.

There was a third member in the masked group. Another black canine. And, they were all shirtless. The only thing they have on were their pants and masks along with the weapon that Max currently has as well, the Sabre Blades.

Max gazed at them in amazement. Their speed. Their agility. Their form. All perfect. Truly worthy of the name predators.

The group in blacks were a mixed members of prey and predator. They were firing their guns at the Fangers but none of the bullets managed to hit them. He could hear yelling, and screaming. He wasn't sure it was because they were afraid, or was it because they were giving it their all.

And as he kept on witnessing this scene, the black wolf Fanger caught one of the mammal in uniform in his blade and sliced open his guts, causing the victim to die from blood loss.

"ELIAS!" one of them yelled.

And it was that moment that the fox himself reacted to this with his eyes wide open. It was almost as if they were calling for him instead.

"Those are the Flocks…" Angel said. "They would try to hunt us down anytime. The reason why Daddy and Uncle Thomas are here now was because there was a call for help." She pointed one of the black canine in mask which was probably not Thomas, the one that killed one of the Flock members earlier. "Jeremy there was the one that called…" She turned to her brother. "You see… Unlike most predators… Our family… Is almost gone… Soon, there WILL be no bloodline anymore. That's why… Protecting each other is important…"

Max watched on and said nothing as an answer.

She sighed. "I know it's tough on you…" she continued. "And… I'm sure you're surprise since you don't remember us. But… If possible… We want you back… To help us…"

He slowly turned his head to his sister and his body shook. He just stared at her for a while. And after a few seconds… He could feel his heart beating. Not beating from embarrassment. But beating because it was instinct.

He grabbed his heart. He could feel his urge to hunt rising. He dropped to his knees and sprawled on the ground while his body was still trembling. And to top it off… He was getting hungry…

"T-Teddy…?" Angel stuttered.

His eyes widened. His teeth gritted as saliva slowly drooled down his chin. His pupils dilated so much. He began to growl. He couldn't bear it any longer and so he put on his mask and leapt forward, crashing the party in the centre like a superhero.

All eyes were on him.

"Another fucking one?!" one of the mammals in uniform yelled. The Flock aimed their rifles at the tod as they watched on.

The tiger then laughed. It was Ezekiel's voice. "Well… Looks like the new member has finally decided to make his debut."

One of the black canines laughed. "We'll be feasting tomorrow!" said the one named Jeremy, clapping his paws.

"Shut it, Jerry," Thomas said in a relaxing tone. "Don't get your hopes up."

Max looked up slowly and noticed that his family members were all wearing masks and the same braces as he was. Only theirs were brown leather.

"Time for the hunt!" yelled Jeremy.

Max lowered his body, ready to pounce his first victim. The Flock were cautious of him and focused their aim but couldn't. They were shaking. Mainly because they were exhausted. Max then turned to the side which was the carcass that he saw with the clean opened stomach. He then turned to his family.

And for some reason, he leapt towards Jeremy instead and began clawing the back of his head.

The black wolf screamed in pain. "What the fuck are you doing?!" he yelled, getting the fox off his face. But Max's attack didn't stop. The moment he was shoved off, his hind legs sprang forward and tackled the wolf and pinning him down.

He clenched his right fist, unleashing the blades on the outer side of his arm and cut the armpit area, almost slicing off the first part he was aiming.

The wolf screamed and squirmed in agony as Max stepped on his uninjured arm, pinning him down completely. The wolf's cut arm was eventually completely unable to move now.

Max then pushed the lever on his right brace, drawing out the claw blades. "Go to hell…" he said. And just after that, as quick as lightning, he thrust his blades and paws into the chest of his relative.

The wolf was unable to move. Unable to feel. But was still alive and breathing. Barely…

And after a few seconds, Max pulled out his arm. And in his paw… Was a heart that was still beating but later stopped. He dropped the vital organ down and then stepped on the chest of the fresh carcass, yelling in the sky, signifying his victory.

The whole crowd watched on in disbelief. What they witnessed was something they never expected to see. A predator… Hunting a predator…

"What… Did you do… Boy…?" Ezekiel said irately.

Max turned to him. "I won't do this…" he said. "I… I will NOT continue this 'tradition'. I'm NOT like you! Not like ANY of you!"

Everyone stared in silence. Ezekiel looked down and clicked his tongue. "I had hope for you…" he said, slowly looking up. "And don't make me abandon that hope again, boy…" Ezekiel was ready to face him head on. The proof was that he drew out his own blades but was stopped by Thomas.

"A parent should not do this," he said. "I will be the one to do it."

There was hesitation in the tiger's eyes and he eventually nodded, letting his brother-in-law handle him.

Max put his foot away from the wolf carcass and prepares for the attack.

"Boss…" one of the mammals in uniform whispered softly. "What do we do?"

Silence, as the group known as the Flock watch.

And after a few seconds, the leader who was a huge male deer with large antlers swallowed and answered. "For now… Let's just see what happens…" They all reloaded their weapons and held them carefully just in case.

The two masked predators kept stepping to the sides, trying to find some space to prepare. And the black wolf rubbed his feet in the ground, showing his spot while Max's tail swing slowly, cautious of his every surroundings. The two predator growled at each other as they looked dead in the eye.

The moment of silence broke when Thomas sprang forward and Max did the same. The first thing they did was draw out the blades on the side of their arms and try to cut each other only, their weapons collide with a screech. Then they drew out their other blades and kept clashing on each other like swords.

The wolf blocked one of Max's attack and shoved his arm in the air, deflecting his arm away and drew out his claw blades, trying to hit his torso. But Max was quick and blocked the attack with his free left arm, using the brace as a shield while Thomas tried to make a dent on him.

"Got you," he said, clenching his fist, drawing out the blade on the side of his left arm. The three blades extended and cut off the wolf's every finger, except the thumb, on his right paw.

Thomas screamed in pain and grabbed his paw, squeezing his wrist to slow down the bleeding. And through this, Max took advantage of his situation and pulled out the blades to his claws, penetrating both his weapons into the stomach of the wolf. As in, penetratred THROUGH his body, with his paws on the other side of his victim, now covered in blood and a terrible odor around them.

Thomas tried to breathe but to no avail, he was at his wits end. The last thing he did was placed his left paw on Max's arm before dying from blood loss. The fox screamed in anger and clenched his fists once more to activate the side blades on both arms, slicing the body in half, separating the torso and bottom from each other.

The fresh new carcass was now in two pieces as the victor stared at the innards that was laid before him. He breathed heavily and slowly turned his head to face his father who was looking back at him.

Tension arises from this new conflict. And Max has only just begun unleashing the beast within him…

Morals of Max Zero

There are things that I can't control. Mostly my emotions, my thoughts and my desires. That's why honesty is not just a virtue for me. But it's the way to control myself. Keeping everything inside, only makes the monster in you wanting to be released. That's why, I'm not afraid to show who I really am. Even if it means killing someone…

Next chapter: (Child of Promise) After massacring two of his relatives in front of his father, Max has finally decided on what to do. Which is to hunt down every single one of them until he is the only one left. What he ended up eventually while trying to rest, he found out what he was destined to do.

A/N: I know, I know. A little TOO overkill. But this as I've said before. This was exactly why I never wanted to write this.

But now that that chapter is done, I'll get chapter 3 ready. This took longer than I thought. But I honestly am having fun writing this. The reason why I decided to post this today was because it's my birthday and well… I'm finally 21. Also, thanks for telling me some of your OCs.