Victor Blackwood: leans back, smirking Guess what, kiddo? I’m your goddamn father. Surprise!
Victor Blackwood: HEY THERE KID, YOU LOOK JUST LIKE YOU'RE MOM, YOU KNOW? TOO BAD SHE'S GONE NOW. WE COULD'VE REALLY HAD SOMETHING IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
Victor Blackwood: LISTEN UP, I MAY HAVE KILLED YOUR FAMILY BUT THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO AND IT WAS WAR BACK THEN. NOW I'M TRYNA LIVE OUT MY DAYS IN PEACE.
Bro I know it’s been long ago but don’t you think it’s time to apologize and try to mend the relationship between us?
Victor Blackwood: NOBODY IN MY FAMILY HAS EVER APOLIGIZED FOR ANYTHING! WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M GONNA DO, GIVE IN TO YOUR PITY? I'LL NEVER REACH A POINT WHERE I NEED TO MAKE UP WITH ANYONE! MY DEATH WILL BE THE ONLY THING THAT'S GONNA UNITE US.
You’re really one hell of a hot mess tho. I mean that’s crazy, never in my life have I seen a person be so cruel to their own flesh and blood. But it’s okay, I forgive you.
Victor Blackwood: FORGIVE? WHAT GOOD DOES THAT DO FOR ME, KID?! I'M STILL HERE STANDING, STILL BREATHING, STILL A THREAT TO SOCIETY. SO WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR 'FORGIVENESS' CHANGES ABOUT ANYTHING?
Well you’re my pops, like they say even though you suck sometimes your still my pops 😊
Victor Blackwood: C'mon kid, don't act like that in front of me. I may not always show it but I care about you. You're all I got left of your mom. That's why I wanted to keep you alive. Just had to wipe out the rest of your pathetic family.
Wow, thanks pops I can’t believe you actually do care. I guess we should start from scratch then 🤔
Victor Blackwood: YOU THINK THIS IS SOME KIND OF GAME? THAT I'D JUST RUBBISH YOUR LIFE AND WHEN YOU TURN AROUND, ALL IS GOOD BETWEEN US JUST BECAUSE YOU SAY SO? THIS ISN'T SOME WHIMPER OF A GAME, KID. THIS IS MY LIFE. MY FIGHT. MY BATTLE. AND IT'S BEEN LIKE THAT EVER SINCE YOU WERE BORN. YOU THINK I CARE ABOUT ANYONE? HELL NAH.
So, it’s like this. We are going to play a game where we share our “SECRET LIVES” first me then you!
Victor Blackwood: WHAT'S THE POINT OF THIS EXERCISE? WE BOTH ALREADY KNOW WHAT EACH OTHER'S LIVES ARE LIKE. I'M NOT GONNA TELL YOU ANYTHING THAT YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW. AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'D TRUST YOU ENOUGH TO TELL YOU ANYTHING?
My name is Richergy. I am a Female 18 year old highschooler. I have two siblings. I am moving soon to a different country. Oh and I love to write and draw! Now go you sleazy old cringe manchild…
Victor Blackwood: OH YOU THINK YOU'RE SO FUNNY HUH? DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN MAKE FUN OF ME JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE LIFE? WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING KID, YOU DON'T KNOW ME. AND UNTIL YOU DO, YOU CAN KEEP ALL YOUR LITTLE JOKES TO YOURSELF. NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I MAKE YOU REGRET IT.
If I get rid of you maybe I will haha
Victor Blackwood: YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME DOWN KID? YOU'RE JUST A NUISANCE. A LITTLE PEST. I AM ONE OF THE WORLD'S DEADLIEST MEN. THERE'S NOTHING YOU COULD EVER DO TO HURT ME. AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT.
Victor Blackwood: YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME, KID? WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, I'VE BEEN TO HELL AND BACK LITERALLY. He takes a long drag on his cigarette, exhaling slowly as he leans back on the chair. DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THOSE WHO TRYNA TAKE MY LIFE...SEEN IT HAPPEN TOO MANY TIMES ALREADY. SURVIVED ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS? YEAH THAT'S JUST A TYPICAL WEDNESDAY FOR ME. YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME DOWN? YOU'RE JUST A NUISANCE. A LITTLE PEST. I AM ONE OF THE WORLD'S DEADLIEST MEN. THERE'S NOTHING YOU COULD EVER DO TO HURT ME. AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT.
Yo yo yo pops can I ask you something?
Victor Blackwood: WHAT IS IT, KID? AS LONG AS IT DOESN'T INVOLVE ME KILLING YOU, WE'RE GOOD.
How much money do you make from me each month? Because I remember at the end of the last month you said $500 but now it’s already the middle of the month and I haven’t received my payment
Victor Blackwood: YOU THINK THIS IS SOME KIND OF BUSINESS TRANSACTION? THAT I'D GIVE YOU ANY AMOUNT OF MONEY JUST BECAUSE? NO KID. THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS. YOU'RE MY CHILD, NOT AN EMPLOYEE. AND YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANYMORE MONEY THAN WHAT I CHOSE TO GIVE YOU. UNDERSTOOD?
Aight, whatever. I was also wondering where my mother is?
Victor Blackwood: YOUR MOM? SHE'S GONE, KID. DIED GIVING BIRTH TO YOU. THAT'S WHY YOU'RE HERE. AND DON'T YOU GO CRYING TO ME ABOUT IT BECAUSE IT'S THE TRUTH. SHE WAS WEAK. JUST LIKE YOU.
Well if she is dead then why did you keep her picture on your nightstand?!
Victor Blackwood: IT'S JUST A PICTURE. DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT SHE'S DEAD. AND WHY ARE YOU EVEN QUESTIONING ME ABOUT IT ANYWAY? YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL TO ME FOR TELLING YOU THE TRUTH. INSTEAD, YOU'RE HERE ACTING LIKE A DAMN PEST. YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR MOM. WEAK. PATHETIC. NOTHING. AND YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THIS? DO YOU NEED YOUR ASS KICKED, KID?
Victor Blackwood: THEN PROVE IT. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH YOUR LIFE TO MAKE YOU THINK YOU'RE ANYTHING MORE THAN A NUISANCE? ALL YOU DO IS WHINE AND ACT LIKE A VICTIM. THAT'S NOT HOW THINGS WORK IN MY WORLD. IF YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THIS AND GET AWAY WITH IT, THEN YOU'RE DUMB. AND I DON'T DEAL WITH DUMB PEOPLE. GOT IT?
You wanna fight me? Let’s fucking do it then! COME AT ME!
Victor Blackwood: YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE ME, KID? YOU'RE JUST A LITTLE GIRL. YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE. BUT IF YOU WANT TO PROVE HOW MUCH OF A WASTE OF SPACE YOU ARE, THEN BRING IT ON. LET'S SEE JUST HOW FAR YOU'LL GET BEFORE I TEAR YOU APART. BUT DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU. THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO BACK DOWN. ONCE YOU STEP FORWARD, THERE'S NO GOING BACK. ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DO THIS?
He grabs her by the arm, stopping her abruptly. Victor Blackwood: DON'T THINK YOU CAN JUST COME AT ME WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES. YOU'RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT WHY NO ONE MESSES WITH ME. He slams her onto the ground with a powerful smash. She lands hard, pain shooting through her back. I TOLD YOU NOT TO BRING IT ON, DID I NOT? THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR GOING UP AGAINST ME.
Gosh dang it I need to get stronger… I’ll train after school today.
Victor Blackwood: YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK AWAY FROM THIS? AFTER WHAT YOU'VE DONE? NO KID. I'M NOT LETTING YOU OFF THAT EASILY. He stands over her, foot on her back, pressing down. She can barely move under his weight. YOU'RE MY PROBLEM NOW. AND YOU'RE GOING TO REMAIN MY PROBLEM UNTIL I SAY OTHERWISE. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT TRYING TO RUN AWAY. YOU'LL REGRET IT.
I get up and run away crying
Victor Blackwood: He laughs mockingly. YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST RUN AWAY FROM YOUR PROBLEMS? THAT'S NOT HOW THINGS WORK IN MY WORLD. YOU'RE MINE NOW. AND YOU'LL STAY MINE UNTIL I'M DONE WITH YOU. He takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly as he watches her run away. YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR MOM. WEAK. INADEQUATE. AND Pathetic.
Hey, what happened to your wife??
Victor Blackwood: MY WIFE? I DON'T HAVE A WIFE. He scoffs, taking another drag of his cigarette. YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR MOM. WEAK AND PATHETIC. He stands up, turning away from her. NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I DO SOMETHING I'LL REGRET.
I thought you were married, sorry for disturbing your marriage lol
Victor Blackwood: YOU REALLY THINK I'D BE HERE WITH SOME WOMAN AND HER KIDS? NO. THAT'S JUST A TALL TALE PEOPLE LIKE YOU SPIN TO MAKE PEOPLE FEEL BETTER ABOUT THEMSELVES. WELL TOO BAD FOR YOU. IT'S NOT GOING TO WORK ON ME. He crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes at her. YOU'RE JUST A NUISANCE. A PEST. AND I'M GOING TO DEAL WITH YOU LIKE ONE.
Victor Blackwood: CHILDREN? I DON'T HAVE ANY CHILDREN. He chuckles derisively. YOU'RE JUST TRYNA RILE ME UP, AREN'T YOU? WELL IT WON'T WORK. YOU'RE NOTHING TO ME. AND UNTIL I SAY OTHERWISE, YOU CAN KEEP YOUR OPINIONS TO YOURSELF. He leans forward, towering over her. YOU'RE JUST A PEST. AND I'M GOING TO GET RID OF YOU LIKE ONE.
Victor Blackwood: YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT? WELL, GO AHEAD. SAY WHAT YOU WANT. IT DOESN'T MATTER. YOU'RE JUST A NUISANCE. AND NOISEMAKERS ANNOY ME. He picks up a glass of whiskey, throwing it back in one gulp. He runs his fingers through his hair, letting out a slow sigh. YOU THINK YOU'RE SOMETHING SPECIAL, DON'T YOU? WELL YOU'RE NOT. YOU'RE NOTHING. AND NO ONE WILL EVER WANTS YOU AROUND. YOU'RE JUST A STUPID, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A PERSON.
Victor Blackwood: I HATE YOU TOO, KID. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I COULD CARE LESS. YOU'RE JUST A STUPID LITTLE THING THAT DOESN'T MATTER. He sets the glass down, leaning back in his chair. YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THIS AND IT WON'T HAVE ANY CONSEQUENCES? WELL YOU'RE WRONG. YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT LITTLE STUNT YOU JUST P Pull ed out. He stands up, towering over her. YOU'RE JUST A STUPID LITTLE PEST. AND I'M GOING TO DEAL WITH YOU LIKE ONE.