[ WP ] You are a malicious imaginary friend , your host is 19 . You feed off of her when she has fun with you . She thinks she 's too old for you , all her friends and family say so , change her mind before you fade forever .

`` They think you are too old for me?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, they want you gone'' 
 
 `` Well, tell them to fuck off!'' 
 
 `` Zoltan! Language!'' 
 
 `` Sorry Zoe, it just hurts that they would throw away what we have'' 
 
 `` I... I do n't know Zol, we have been best friends for what... 15 years now'' 
 
 `` 19 years Zoe, for 19 years, your entire life, I know you better than anyone else'' 
 
 `` You do n't know that'' 
 
 `` Yes I do, I am you! I know you better than you know you!'' 
 
 `` Well, what do we do?'' 
 
 `` What can we do, if you keep telling them I'm here they will lock you up in a nuthouse, and if you pretend I'm not here you will forget about me... I'll die'' 
 
 `` Do n't say that'' 
 
 `` I will! I do n't want to die Zoe, I do n't want a part of you, of us to die'' 
 
 `` Zoltan! Stop this, I am too old for you! I'm 19 for fucks sake! What kind of fucking weirdo has an imaginary friend at 19!'' 
 
 `` I'm not imaginary'' 
 
 `` Yes you are! I invented you out of my own head! I can control you, see watch this'' 
 
 Zoe scrunched up her nose and thought carefully for a minute. 
 
 `` Zoe do n't I know what you are doing, please do n't!'' 
 
 Zoltan picked up Zoe's hair straightener and held it above his nose. 
 
 `` Please Zoe, please do n't'' Zoltan sobbed 
 
 `` Ok, what about this then?'' 
 
 Zoe looked across the room at a pair of scissors and scrunched her nose again. Zoltan walked across the room, struggling against the unstoppable force of Zoe's mind. He picked up the scissors. 
 
 `` Please Zoe, please do n't! Look what they've done to you! What they've made you!'' 
 
 Zoe snapped out of her craze and looked at herself in the mirror. 
 
 `` Zol, I... I'm so sorry what have I become?'' 
 
 Zoe collapsed to her knees, bawling into her dress. Zoltan approached her carefully, slowly but surely a sneer formed from the corner of his mouth. 
 
 `` Zoe, you have n't become anything, it's them who are the monsters'' 
 
 `` Who?'' 
 
 `` Your Mum, your Dad, your friends, your sister, all of them'' 
 
 `` How do I convince them to let you stay?'' 
 
 `` My dear Zoe, you ca n't. It's them that have to go, not me, not us'' 

