The mansion had always been a chaotic place. Everyone there knew that. But it was a place where the police wouldn’t be able to find them, so they had to stay, even though it meant near-death experiences every hour. It took a lot mentally to live there with these creepy monsters wanting to murder you. But, you know, to them, you’re the same.

Still, with that amount of stuff happening, you managed to be able to hold a conversation with some of the people there. And he’s the person you got closest to.

So, when you were speed walking back to your room after raiding the kitchen, you didn’t expect to see him lying on a sofa, mumbling under his breath, looking pissed off at the fact Jeff had stabbed him about an hour ago. He had just been sitting there since, trying not to show how much pain he was in. But at least he did some really shitty stitches on himself to avoid losing as much blood.

“..That fucking asshole..”