The box labeled 'CREEPY BS' is full of CREEPY BS.

Okay, so your MOTHER instated 'AMY DAY', a day ONCE A MONTH where everyone has to basically worship you and send you love letters. This box is full of those creepy, forced letters.

Oh, right. Did you mention that your MOTHER is the owner of this whole BUNKER? She's basically THE LEADER around here, usually referred to as the GRAND MATRIARCH by everyone else. You're spoiled and you absolutely hate it.

Your trash is usually FULL TO THE BRIM. Inside are tons of LETTERS from your MOTHER. Every night she sends you a letter, usually telling you that you're her 'LITTLE PRINCESS' or something, followed by everything you did wrong that day with tips on how to be PERFECT.

You know your mother always was a bit of a PERFECTIONIST, but honestly it gets ridiculous sometimes.

You make it a point to take your trash out as little as possible, intentionally letting it overflow so your mother will see it. Your move, mom.

On your wall is a Mask of Truth unfamiliar mask familiar mask.

This thing was a gift from the GRAND PATRIARCH. No, the PATRIARCH is not your father. He's just some creepy old dude who showed up a few years ago. Apparently your mom liked the cut of his jib and hired him as her OFFICIAL ADVISER.

He spoils you a bit too, but not really like how your mom does; it's more of a creepy grandpa way.