— $%#& !!

@unaliving 
            That doesn’t seem very awful, at least, not to me. But I can understand why you think it was spiral down hill for you.
            *with a little sigh, hand slowly ran through his blonde locks as he collected his thoughts* My family has had a history of mental illness in the past due to inbreeding. Obviously, nowadays, they’ve stopped. But, the genetic fuckup they caused still shows up in their fucking descendants. One day, I was conceived, but no one was happy. You see, I do have older siblings, but they’ve never cared for me. I mean, no one has in my family. I grew up being neglected, and I’ve had numerous attempts made on my life. But, unfortunately for my bitch of a mother, I’m a fighter. I’ve always have been. I’ve pretty much always known that I’m fucked up to some degree, because I was never happy. I legitimately only ever felt happy if I caused pain to people… but it’s not my fault. I just want to feel / something / that isn’t anger or hate. I’ve genuinely never received any love from my family at all… which is probably a reason why I’m a monster. But that’s my story. *he finished with a burning sensation in his eyes, quickly avoiding them by shutting his eyes*
            …I asked if you were hideous earlier because I’m actively looking for people who are monsters. I want to actually belong to something for once, be surrounded by freaks. I just don’t want to be alone anymore.

@murderousbrat 
            
            *Furrowing his brow, Wade glanced off to the side, a curt sigh escaping him.* Man, your story's gonna make mine look like goldilocks and the three bears in comparison.
            Okay, *he cleared his throat, looking back at the other male*
            Long story short, my mother died of cancer when I was a kid. I know, ironic, huh? - anyway, then I was left with my BASTARD OF A MILITARY FATHER, who thought it would be a fantastic idea to take out his drunken rage on me.
            Then one night, one of his drunken friends decided to grab his handgun and kill him, leaving teen me alone.
            Blah blah blah, joined the military for a while, then became a mercenary at the delicate age of 18, got cancer, got tortured by Weapon X, gained my snazzy healing factor powers which caused THIS SHIT, *he gestured to his face briefly*, yada yada.
            Then, as you might be able to tell, everything went downhill from there. 

@unaliving 
            
            I’m an antichrist according to my mother… a monster. I had to prove her right, right? So I did. And I did it again, and again, again… I’ve killed twelve different people because it’s the / only / thing that makes me feel good. I mean, it’s no wonder why my mother tried to drown me as a child— she just knew what I would become. *a single tear fell down his cheek, before a frustrated sigh left his lips* What’s your story? I have the time to hear it, and I’ll share the rest of mine.

@--starboy You're ever so welcome, galaxy guy.

"No one's worse that him, not even you, believe it or not," He laughed although he harbored some anger towards the subject. "And let's face it, you'd probably get teary looking at puppies or some shit." He joked half heartedly. 

@Cable_ 
            "Man, you didn't owe me shit. If I remember rightly, I was a pain in the backside, too. More than Apocalypse. Still am." He sighed, rubbing at his masked eyes. 
            "Oh, and you're far too late for that, my friend. Just look at me, I'm practically an emotional wreck."

"Don't mention it, I just don't want you to get all soppy on me now, I don't think I could take it," He laughed under his breath with a faint smile. "Besides, you helped me, so hell, I owed you."