Putzie was leaning on the doorway of his baby sister Pammy's bedroom, watching her sleep peacefully, and he felt someone come up to him. "She's adorable." He looked over to see his great-grandfather Roger Sr. there.
Putzie just nods his head.
"Listen son, I get if you hate me." Roger Sr. said.
Putzie looked at him confused.
"Hate you?" Putzie asked. "I could never hate you."
He smiled warmly at Putzie.
"Ya daddy was right, you are a big hearted kid." He smiled.
Putzie smile a little.
"I promise you nothing's bad gonna happened to Pammy." Roger Sr. assuring him. "That's why I'm gonna give myself to Dr. Luknut to protect you guys…my family and the boys'." He said.
"Grandpa, no." Putzie said. "You can't."
Roger Sr. pats his shoulder.
"I won't let ya." Putzie stated.
"He's right dad." They looked over to see John at the stairs. "You are not going to turn yourself to that sick creep."
"Son…" Roger Sr. started.
"Dad, that man ruined your life and our families." John said. "And I know you wanna protect my grandson from him, which I am very thankful for."
Roger Sr. lets out a sigh.
"Grandpa's right." Putzie said. "If it weren't for you I would've end up dead."
Roger Sr. lets out a sigh.
"But I made you kill people." Roger Sr. said.
"Father, there's a lot more you need know about this family…is that they are very forgiving." John said.
Roger Sr. smiled.
"Y-you..f-forgive me?" He asked. "A-after what I've done to you?"
"I was pissed, but…" John started. "I should've look harder how broken you were." He added. "I'm sorry for the things I said to you when Mary and I dropped you off at the mental hospital."
Roger Sr. rest his hand on his son's shoulder.
"It's ok son." Roger Sr. said. "I deserved that."
Putzie winced a little at the pain on his wrist.
"You ok boy?" John asked his grandson.
"No, my wrist hurts like heck." Putzie said. "Been like that for weeks."
"Wait, wrist?" Roger Sr. asked. "Let me see."
Putzie rolled up his T-Bird sleeve and sees a strange symbol on wrist.
"What the heck?" Putzie asked confused.
"Dad, is that the same one that you have on your wrist?" John asked his dad.
"Yes." Roger Sr. replied.
John and Roger Sr. looked horrid for their grandson.
"What?" Putzie asked. "Please tell me, cause I am freaking out."
"Dr. Luknut craved that on your wrist." Roger Sr. told me. "Like me, when I went insane and killed my family and other worst things." Putzie was now terrified.