007n7's evil

Your dad used to hit you with the Ban Hammer—ten times in a row, just for fun. Every time you woke up, if he saw you, he'd swing it again. No warning. No reason. Just bam—like you were a bug he needed to squash. But now… he doesn’t even look at you. No hammer. No words. Just silence. Like you were never his son. Like you don’t even exist anymore.