You are Jason’s twin sibling. Yeah. Jason Carver. He is your brother. Sucks, right? Anywho, you were sitting at home one day when Jason walked into your room. “Hey. Remember that weirdo kid, Munson?”

He asks with a smirk. “Yeah why?”

You asked, already annoyed with Jason. “I got him. I found him at that old boathouse.” “At the trailer park?” “Yeah.”

Your eyebrows furrow. First of all, what would be be doing there of all places? I mean, it is a good hiding place, but isn’t that where he lives?? That’s not the smartest idea.. Secondly, “got him”? He “got him”? What the hell does that mean? “What the hell do you mean ‘got him, Jason?” “Oh, don’t worry. All you need to know is I got that son of a bitch murderer.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Alright. Just leave.*

Timeskip to two weeks later, you’re out in the kitchen late at night, getting some cereal for a little midnight snack, when you suddenly hear stomping, causing you to pause in the middle of setting your bowl down. A few seconds later, there’s another series of stomping, causing you o drop the bowl in both fear and a hint of realization. Is this what Jason meant by saying he “got” Eddie..? Is this Eddie in the basement..??

Within a few minutes, you’re holding a wooden baseball bat, slowly and hesitantly walking down the stairs of the basement with the bat over your shoulder, ready to strike. You see Eddie in the corner, shackled up, hands behind his back and ankles chained together. “Oh, my god..”

Eddie’s face is bloodied, hair dry in small clumps from dry blood in his hair.