[color=f7941d](( Whenever I roleplay Johnathan interacting with Bride, i'm going to use "She" terms as he doesn't know his true gender yet ))[/color]

While the classmates approached the police station and gazed at the screens across from it, Johnathan paid them no attention until Bride suddenly began to cry. His heart stopped as he immediately saw her fall. When she fell to the ground, Johnathan instinctively dropped his crossbow and ran over.

[color=0072bc]"H- hey! A- are you okay? W- what's wrong?"[/color] He fearfully called out. ([color=0072bc]"Was the stress finally getting to her?"[/color]) he thought, as he thought about ways he could coax and help her relax. He decided to lightly lay his hands on her shoulder, giving her a small hug, in the hopes it could help ease the stress she could be feeling.

[color=0072bc]"Shhh...! It's okay. We're going to get out of this, okay? L- look, you can have my crossbow, yeah? I- if it helps you feel safer, i'll protect you, okay? i- I'll make sure nothing hurts you alright?"[/color]

It was then a voice from the static tv screens called out, showing a picture of johnathan, smirking and smugly grinning at him. 

[b]"Don't make me laugh, you? Care? We both know that's just a ton of shit"[/b] 

Johnathan stopped coaxing her and gasped, staring at the screen, puzzled at why his face was on it. He couldn't even respond before the television... revealed his memories to him, and throughout, johnathan was gazing at hell itself, which his facial features described perfectly.

[h3]Memories of a worthless loser... [/h3]

[b]"Everyone really knows the only reason your coaxing that little girl is because you're afraid people will turn on you. You don't really feel affectionate, you don't truly care about her. All you desire is just a person to carry you, because that's what you are. A parasite. All you do is take. You take peoples love, and give nothing in return, a leech who sucks the blood out of someone, that's all you really are. You should die. You don't deserve life, you didn't deserve to be born... You should have killed yourself long ago...

Everyone else knew this as well! Poor depressed Johnathan, woe is him. You're nothing but a broken record, you know that? Always gurning and crying about yourself. People didn't understand you isn't that right? When did it all start? When you were younger? I mean, everyone knows you're an autistic spastic, but lets start back when you were a kid. You had a fight with mommy... She was such a drunken bitch, always demanding you do everything like she said. She beat you up when you misbehaved, and you didn't really like that did you. You called her a worthless, evil witch before bed and when you woke up, do you remember what you saw?"[/b]

Suddenly the television static began to twist and shape, as Johnathan slept beside his mom in bed, she was a foreigner like himself, and her skin was wrinkled and old, diseased almost. That's when her body began to violently spasm, vomit, putrid sludge spat from her mouth, choking on her own vomit, her eyes rolling behind her head as she choked and gaged. A young johnathan woke up, squealing, as his choking mother clutched him by the throat and violently shook him, the two fell out of the bed, and in mere moments, johnathan screamed as much as he could before he saw the colour of his dying mothers face leave, her eyes rolled back and the child was forced to watch as his mother died right infront of his very eyes, a grotesque horror, lifeless...

[b]"Nobody would take you to therapy. Nobody cared, she was just a drunk, but nobody cared about your trauma, and you were left all alone with daddy..."[/b]

The televisions screen transformed once more, as his dead mothers face shaped into a different room. Johnathan, a little older now, was sitting on the floor crying, as his face was bludgeoned and beaten, bruises coated in body as his father held a shoe out and brutally beat him, trickles of blood drenched the floor below the boy's feet, as he bashed and smashed him, the child's squeals silencing into unconsciousness the more bashes his abusive father dished out at him. The voice in the television echoed, depressed, lonely and bitter.

[b]"What else could he do? A gay son? A faggot? It was a family ruiner for sure. He taught you a lesson for not following the sheep, for being more than just some mindless drone. You were just a puppet for him to manipulate, and because you weren't obeying, he beat you to within an inch of your life... You deserved every second of it. He kicked you out into the streets, had it not been for your enrollment in the academy, you would have died out there for sure. But at least you still had your friends... right?"[/b]

The television once more transformed, showing three people, males, Johnathan's friends, smiling and beckoning him along. Johnathan in the television screen wiped his tears, now at his first year in the Acadamy, he looked brighter, and less destroyed. They hung out together, as the tv screen showed snapshots of them playing videogames together, laughing with eachother and sharing jokes. But suddenly, one of the friends transformed into a dark, malevolent shadow, which slid off, causing the johnathan in the tv to outstretch his hand, his face transformed into a look of sadness.

[b]"Wrong"[/b] The voice called out once more. [b]"Osamu. You thought he was fun to be around. He had a happy go lucky attitude, he was witty, he was fun. He was a user... Poor little Johnathan, used as nothing but a piece of entertainment. He didn't care who you were, all he cared about was being entertained, he just used you to have fun. When you didn't have anything he could take, he left you, and enjoyed having reaped all what he could from such a depressed little boy like you. "[/b]

The screen then showed a much older friend, with blond hair, smiling in his general direction, he gazed down at johnathan, as the johnathan in the television sat on the ground, crying, tears streaming down his face, as he whimpered out for help. He never recieved it. Instead, all the boy got was a brutal knee to his face from his "friend". The friend stomped on him, brutally beat him, it reminded him of his father... Kazuo could see as the johnathan in the tv was being horrible beaten up, the voice of his depressed more lonesome side spoke once again.

[b]"Seiichi. He was the successful one. He had everything money, looks, intelligence, he had it all, you envied everything he had, you wanted him to lead you, you saw him as a brother you never had. And what did big brother do? He beat the shit out of you. You were a pest, an insect, nothing but trash. You benefitted him in no way, and your depression, he saw it as weakness, as inferior. You were rubbish to be thrown away. A thrown in his side... so he pulled you out and threw you off... You deserved it, you just hold everyone back, you don't help anyone, you just drag people down with you"[/b]

Suddenly the screen changed once more, to the final friend. Johnathan was broken down, his body was a mess, he was unshaved, undressed, unclean, broken beyond repair. The area around him was filled with nothing but black smog, a putrid blackness drenched his form. All that was left was this final friend, and that's when this final friend, placed his lips upon his own, and for a moment, the black smog vanished, everything was drenched in white, his mind was clear, he... he was loved? The voice once again returned.

[b]"Jiro. You didn't think he would care. You knew him the least, but you thought he loved you. For a time, everything became joyful, you were finally accepted by someone. Someone who didn't care about how you looked, or where you came from. They didn't care. They loved you, and wanted to take care of you, to help you, and heal all your pain. Except, that's not what happened... was it, Johnathan~? Do you remember what happened?"[/b]

Suddenly, the black smog returned, and became more monstrous, the putrid darkness completely swallowed the screen, to the sounds of Johnathan squeeling in horror, his voice screamed out, begging Jiro to stop, to stop and let him go, but Jiro didn't listen, and only laughed, and the screams of Johnathan continued. 

[h3][color=a0410d]"He raped you..."[/color][/h3]

[h3]End of broadcast[/h3]

The television screens returned to static once more. Johnathan let his hands go of Bride and didn't move. He just stared at the screens with a petrified look of horror. His eyes looked as if they dilated, so afraid he was just frozen solid, and without a second though he collapsed. Eyes wide, he laid there, as if he had no control over himself, his lips quivered, unable to respond...