Masky: "Wake up fucknut!"

You wake up from a hard slap. You're in a dark room sitting on a chair. Your head spins and hurts like hell and you have a slight metallic taste on your tongue. When you try to move you notice that your hands behind your back are tied together, probably with ropes of some kind. A tape is covering your mouth preventing you from speaking or screaming for help.

Hoodie: "Finally..." Masky: "Told you it would work." Toby: "M-maybe y-you-" Masky: "Shut up" You see three people standing before you: one wearing a white mask and a carhartt jacket; one with a black mask with a red frown face in a yellow hoodie and one with goggles and a mask.