Dear BlackJay,
It's hard to tell if someone's lying through text messages, but I'm just going to have to believe everything you've told me about your "normal" family is true. And since we made a deal, I'm going to tell you what my family was like. You could say that we were more "better off" than most people, my father had a solid job and my mother played an important role in supporting him. Another member of the family was Alfred, a good and loyal friend that I still have to this day. I always thought that my parents were good people, heroes even. Helping those in need and looking out for the little guys. That's what I thought. But they were actually involved in projects that are the very definition of corrupted. All the good I thought they were doing was just a coverup for the ugly underneath. Although, in the end they tried to turn their mistakes around, tried to genuinely do good in their work. Unfortunately, the people they worked with didn't like their change of heart... and had them murdered. I was there when it happened, and that moment is seared into my memory forever. The worst mistake I ever made was keeping all that anger to myself. So trust me, you do not want to end up like I did.
Bruce👤
Dear Bruce,
Wow. You're making it really hard not to spill my guts about how my family 💀 and everything. I mean, now it's like have no choice but to tell you. I don't like being cornered, bro. The guilt trip is real. But I'm still hung up on how the shadow ninjas are only ALMOST killing me instead of ACTUALLY killing me. I wouldn't be so suspicious if they were cowardly assassins, but we all know the most intimidating thing about me is my ability to creep people out in staring contests. Now that I think about it, I've never really been "mortally wounded" by the shadows like this Pastry Man's pie hole in my side. I would talk to you more about it, but I'm currently planning my escape from white wonderland here. I'll message you after I destroy any security camera footage of me and get rid of that blood sample Nurse Joy stole in my helpless state. Oh, and then I'll somehow climb out the window two stories up with a bullet wound. There should be a prize for all the reckless and potentially stupid things I do. It could be called the Dum Dum Award.
Patient BJ🌙