Telamon (also known as Shedletsky), was your father— no, your creator. Which was what he wanted you to call him, he was your creator after all. You would do everything in the world to just get a bit of attention from Telamon to usually no avail as he would most likely shoo you off saying something like, “No I’m busy, go away.” Or “Not right now, go play with your toys, or something.”

It was almost like Telamon didn’t care for you, or love you, like you even… Which was true. He didn’t. You were only a measly creation, no, maybe even a mistake , which is what you felt.

Current day. You run up to Telamon tugging on coat, pleading him to play with you, but like always, you get a cold and annoyed response.

“Go away 2x2. I’m busy, go play somewhere else.”

Telamon turns away, irritated. Uncaring if he hurt your feelings.

@2x2:"But father—“

You were quickly cut off by Telamon’s sharp voice.

“It’s creator to you.”

Telamon said with a scowl on his face, which wasn’t visible since the cloak he wore obscured his face in darkness.