I was only nine years old. I loved Hatman so much, I had all the merchandise and allergy pills. I'd pray to Hatman every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Hatman is love", I would say, "Hatman is life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion to Benadryl. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Hatman. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my dimension". He grabs me with his powerful shadow hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Hatmam. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Hatman. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Hatman. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with spiders. My dad walks in. Hatman looks him straight in the eye, and says, "It's all נטאדים now". Hatman leaves through my window. Hatman is love. Hatman is life.