Jason Anderson was a total dick. Pretty much the typical cliché highschool bully. He loved getting under people’s skin, especially Michael’s. He would always annoy him about his dad and his animatronic-filled diners, about his quiet little brother on the spectrum and his little sister, his mom. One day Michael got absolutely tired of it and punched Jason in the face. It resulted in a fight, to which Michael pretty much won, but suffered some bad injuries from. People were crowding around in the halls, and he didn’t want to go to class. (Duh.) The bathrooms were occupied, he didn’t feel like walking out, and his head was spinning. So he shut himself in a janitor’s closet. Smart move. And he hid there. Just holding his throbbing head with anxiety pounding at his insides. That is, until it opened…and you found him.