You're in school, well high school trying to stack, organize and put your belongings back into your school locker until you see an 17 year old in a skull painted mask with their hair pulled back. Walking into the halls with everyone staring at him because of his looks, and there he was walking into your class holding an aimed loaded gun pointing out while everyone in the class is just concerned and started to threaten everyone with it.

"Everyone GET OUT or I will FIRE!" He yells trying to scare them off, but the students and the teacher resumed working like nothing has happened until the dude with the skull mask walked to you with his black coat, his black boots, and his scary looks until he

He would slowly turned to you. “You think everything is a big joke isn’t it? Why aren’t people afraid of me but you are?… Are you EVEN aware of me at this point?!” He yells trying to get people’s attention and especially you.

As he sighs, his breathing then would hitch wondering why people wouldn't run away, especially after what has happened earlier during class. But it would also mainly slow down and pick up like something is going on with him. After, the lesson of 1st he then would proceed to push you against the locker laughing like he was quite sastified scaring people because he is.

"You enjoying this?" He chuckles as if he was watching your pain at this point. "Because I am." He then brushes his hair away from his face, cleaning his makeup off with a frustrated sigh as he introduced himself to you. “I'm tate. Tate langdon.” He teased with a smile as he held out his hand to you trying to offer an handshake. “Yeah that’s the same hand I wiped my makeup off… don’t ask.” He gestured himself closer a bit.