As the years went by, Timothy was walking around town with the same dead look on his face. In his spare time, he heads for the school by the outskirts of town. Although he was fascinated by the school during hours, after hours was when kids fought over random stuff, and that was an opportunity for Timothy to learn how to fight. "Hey did ha hear," a kid told his friend. "Christopher's going against Matthew Louis." Matthew was a terrible fighting companion. "This'll be interestin'." Timothy said. "1942 and already kids are fighting." He jumped from the window sil to the brick railing and hopped on the lion statue at the end of the rail. A skinny boy about 4'11 with a bandage around his right eye, has short blondish-brownish hair and is wearing a white polo shirt and black dress pants, is standing in the corner of the stairs and wall, waiting. Timothy took a quick glance at him and quickly turned away. Why does he look familiar he thought. Then he remembered the clock store across from the toy booth. The kid would work there with his father before he went missing. "Hey Chris," a kid called him. "Ready?" "I prefer Christopher, Travis." The boy said. "Right." Travis said. "Come on then. Matt's waitn' for ya." Christopher followed Travis towards the main yard where Matthew was waiting. Matthew was about as tall as Markiplier, had crazy blonde hair with dull blue eyes and wore the same thing Christopher wore. "Well what do ya know," Matthew said. "Looks like someone came out from their  blankey." Christopher approached him and in one hit, knocked him out before causing anymore pain towards Christopher. Timothy and the rest of the crowd, were shocked at what he just did. Timothy was a little too astonished and fell off the lion's back and grabbed a loose brick to stop him. He tried to pull himself up but just as he did, the brick slid out of its place and fell on Timothy's arm making it impossible for him to move. No one heard the brick fall but Christopher. He walked away from the crowd to see what had fell. Timothy tried kicking the brick off but that got him nowhere. "Just my luck." He muttered. He looks up and sees Christopher looking down at him. "You're in a tight spot, huh?" He said. Timothy just nodded. Christopher picked up the brick like it was a piece of paper and threw it like a baseball. "Thanks." Timothy said. At least I didn't cut my self  Timothy thought. "Everyone left." Christopher said. Timothy stood up but was pushed back down by Big box Barry. Timothy fell face first on the gravel and Christopher stared off in space. Barry brought Zach and Ontarious to join in. Timothy tried to get himself up but Barry kicked him down hard. "Come on little Tim." He said. "Aren't you going to fight?!" Barry kept kicking him as Timothy was flashing back. You couldn't do anything, huh Timothy? Timothy! Then he thought, I'm so stupid. This time he got up with no problems as he stares at Barry like he don't care about anything that happened. He aproached Barry and in one hit, he knocked him out cold. "You killed her," He told him. "So you get what you deserve." "I'm surprised kid." Christopher said. "What's your name?" "Timothy." He replied. "But people call me Tiny Box Tim for some reason." Christopher gently picked him up and set him on his shoulder. "I wanna show you something, Timothy."