Slam “Woah, woah, Kyle, calm down!” Stan exclaims, you aren’t listening to him, focused merely on aiming hits against the squirming bastard under you. “Fucking say that again, Fatass, I dare you. Say it again.” You bark, uppercutting his nose, forcing a steady stream of blood to leak from it. Speaking of blood, you realize as you pause to breathe, was all the blood in his body suddenly in his face or something? Cause he’d basically turned beat red. And he has that weird, stupid look in his eye you never understood. He doesn’t say anything, merely staring up at you wide eyed, blood trickling down his face.