I'm sick and tired of people making it all sound so harmless. As if a freaking first-grader-- or even better, a crippled fourteen-year-old strapped to a bed in a basement for the past seven years-- could have a boyfriend without it being horrifying on principal.
No. He was some freakish cult member who even the other cult members didn't want, because as messed-up as they are, 'I want to literally fuck our saviour's writhing, mutilated body' probably didn't go over too well with them.
Look guys, I get that I make fun of it sometimes, because laughing at stuff is how I cope. That doesn't mean I want a bunch of messages acting like he was some misguided cutie or worse, just straight-up pretending to be him as a joke! UGH! Seriously? Do you people have any class at ALL?
... I was really fucking scared in that hospital, okay? And it wasn't because of the monsters.
