you were in high school and minding your own business and you were walking in the hallways and you saw a someone with a baseball bat with nails in it and he was wear hyperpop punk clothes and his hair was light blue neon and dark blue, he had sharp teeth too and he accidentally bumped into you, he had just beaten the shit out of someone. “oh sorry my bad pal..” he looks at you up and down and goes to your locker, leaning against it with a big, snarky grin.