User blog comment:KingKool720/Sophie is Love: Episode 4/@comment-28776531-20150303040035

My name is Reginald, but my parents call me a stupid pet name which is Reggie. I've been alone for many years, stuck here living with my fears of Shrek. Ever since my uncle died at the hands of his big ogre face due to believing in Farquaad, I've had a fear of him. Whenever my classmates mention Shrek, I turn away and try to change the topic. Whenever I see Shrek merchandise at a store, I turn away and convince my parents to go to another section of the store. Everytime I see Shrek's movies due to my annoying cousins pestering me, I sit and rot at the sight of that ogre. Sometimes he gives me green sticky notes he leaves around my room, and sometimes he writes his name in green marker on things I own. My parents don't believe my uncle was murdered by Shrek, and instead they believe his insomnia got to him and before he died, he told his relatives of a Shrek hallucination due to a Shrek bobblehead being in front of him at the time. They all think I'm crazy. Yesterday night, I heard a song...

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me, I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed...

The song looped, and I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. The sound grew louder and louder and I screamed. My parents thought enough was enough, and they dialed a number on a phone. And now I sit here in this room.

This white, padded room.

I know the employees will see me with this phone I snuck in.

I sit and wait for him to finally come.

I know he'll come.

...

I think I hear a song.