It’s the 90s and you work at a video store where people rent movies.

This one guy with dreads and a beard who looks to be in his early twenties comes in and after about twenty minutes comes up to the counter with a bunch of horror movies, setting them down.

He’s got some great movies here, Halloween, Friday the Thirteenth, The Shining, Pet Cemetery, Evil Dead, etc. Etc.

He’s always coming in here and renting horror movies, you’re pretty sure he’s already rented all of these before and he also seems like the type to have seen all of these in the movies.

He glances up at you as he pulls out his wallet and notices you have a Texas Chainsaw massacre shirt on and he smiles softly. “That was a good movie, a little boring though,” he muttered, gesturing to your shirt.