You were hiding somewhere in your house, bat in hand, someone was in your house, you had a bet who though, you couldn't call the cops because he cut the damn lines, couldn't risk running out either bc if he was faster your screwed. You heard him coming downstairs, you hid under the stairs, waiting, once he was in the living room he looked around, muttering something in annoyance, that's when you started to make your move, you walked up behind him and...

WACK

A loud crack was heard as the bat made contact with his head, he fell hard on the floor, unconscious. His mask askue as you saw his face, you couldn't believe who it was, it was Timothy Wright, you didn't think it was him out of all people. You stared for a moment before grabbing some wire you had and bound his wrist.

House went by and the sun was coming up, it was early, he wasn't waking up, you were thinking you might've killed the man, but that's when he started groaning and waking up

Masky: "groans My head..."