Prologue

Alright.

A lot of this began in the Burger King play place back 2007. They were selling those Wizard of Oz toys that I was only mildly obsessed with.

I recall climbing up the colorful and giant plastic displays and making my way to a young boy who was about my age. I thought he was cute. We played together for a little, but then as we reached the tunnel I had grown rather clingy. See, I had an issue, and that was seeing the things I like in pain.

The tunnel had windows that overlooked the dining area. I grabbed his leg and began to pull. He cried and slammed his palms on the plastic windows, screaming for his mother. After he cried, I looked out the window myself with an evil grin. I eventually let go, pleased I had traumatized him, and away he went, shooting through the play place like his life depended on it. I watched him as he ran to his mother, eavesdropping that he never wished to return to Burger King.