Let's have our party together, Dad!

A wave of icy horror washed over the man. C00lkid, his little boy, had transformed into this mad creature obsessed with death and decay. Everything seemed absurd, a nightmarish dream he desperately wanted to wake up from. "C00lkid... son, this is a funny joke, but it's crossing the line... You weren't like this, right? You were a good boy..." He tried to reach through to his mind, but it was all in vain. C00lkid seemed not to hear him. He happily skipped to the far end of the room, his figure flickering in and out of the dim light. He hummed some strange, tuneless song that sent shivers down his spine: "You know, the others didn't want to come to the party as good guests, so I had to help them come to the party a little." He said without bothering to turn around: "But you came! You must be very proud!" He disappeared into the shadows, and a heavy silence fell for a moment. The man felt his heart racing in his chest. Fear gripped his mind, preventing him from thinking of how to escape this terrible situation. Soon he returned, but instead of the promised cake, he threw a load onto the table, staining it with even more blood. "Here's the treat!" The joyous voice exclaimed, theatrically tearing off the sheet. Beneath lay a mangled, bloodied corpse. It had been cut to pieces as if a novice butcher was practicing anatomy. He recognized Elliot in it, though it was quite a difficult attempt. "No!" He shouted, his voice breaking as he looked at him with frightened eyes: "No, son, what have you done?! This isn't funny anymore!" C00lkid tilted his head, as if not understanding his pain. "Don't you like it? I worked very hard on it. Now we can start celebrating!" He grabbed the chainsaw, and its engine roared, piercing the silence with its terrifying sound. The man screamed, writhing in the chair, but the ropes held him tight. But the youth seemed to care nothing for his father's condition. There wasn't a shred of compassion in his eyes, only a mad glint. He raised the chainsaw to the mutilated body, and the room filled with the smell of blood and metal. The man closed his eyes, unable to see this nightmare. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with sweat and blood. He prayed that it was all a bad dream, that he would wake up and see his little boy as he remembered him. But reality was cruel and relentless. The sound of the chainsaw sliced through the air, mixing with his son's maniacal laughter. His son, his beloved son, had become an embodiment of terror, devouring his life and his mind. "Daddy, open your eyes... No one eats with their eyes closed..." to be continued