John screamed as his own nose was torn from his face and replaced with he monstrosity he had helped create. His son, his precious son, with blood pouring down his face and into his mouth, lips pulled back in a maniacal smile, laughed the laugh of the truly insane. John's nose sat there on his son's face like it didn't belong, like it wanted to escape.

But it could never escape, just like John would never escape what he had done to his son.

Memories poured back into his terrified mind, memories of playing his favorite game with his only son, memories of him playing the game over and over again. Everything was happy at first, his son loved the game too, although he could almost never reach his father's nose. It wasn't until years later that he would beg for his father to stop.

But he couldn't stop.

He considered telling his wife, going to behavioral therapy, confessing his addiction... but no it wasn't an addiction. "I can stop whenever I want!" he told himself. He wished those words to be true, he willed it. Day after day, morning after morning his son's nose grew, and John was now realizing the consequences of his selfish actions.

But still he couldn't stop.

It took nature to stop the forceful elongation of Kent's nose. When John reached the point where he could stretch Kent's nose no further, he realized that his actions, his journey from fun-loving parent to nose-deforming addict, had finally come to a close. He finally found the strength to give up his ways and return to being a normal parent.

Unfortunately for Kent, however, the damage had been done. His nose had been stretched to such a length that no one would look at him anymore, even his best friend, and certainly not a woman. The doctors could do nothing for him, either, as Kent's presence at the doctor's office scared away all the other patients, ruining business for the Ear, Nose, and Throat specialist and causing Kent to be turned away. Kent lost his job, his social life, and his bank refused to do business with him, which cost him everything but the clothes on his back.

And one very sharp knife.

John knew this would come back to haunt him someday. He knew his son would return and have his revenge. He didn't know when, but he had known this day would be coming for a long time.

Now that it had arrived, all he could do was weep selfishly for his turn of fortune. Now he would suffer for what he had done. It would be John who would lose his wife, his family, his social life. Kent would be free to enjoy his life in the way that he had always dreamed, all those years ago. John would lose everything he had ever had. But he would make sure to keep one item on him as long as he lived.

One sharp, pointy knife.