Oh…god. You rushed to a locker, closing it and trying your best to hold it closed. You were the last one alive, everybody else? Well, dead. You tried to hold your breath as the clown passed your locker, but it was impossible with how fast your heart was beating and how out of breath you were. “Come out~, or don’t. I’ll find you either way!” The clown, Junkie, threw your locker open, he was crouching down in order to peek into the locker to see you.