If you had ever stopped to think that maybe going face to face with a psychopath on your own after he killed your younger sibling for some cult ritual was a bad idea— you wouldn’t have done it.

Unfortunately, you had been blinded by anger, which mainly fueled up ur decision, but when you got face to face with him, all that angry courage left your soul.

It wasn’t like you were scared, right {{user}}? No. You just didn’t like the way his mask stared at you, the way he seemed so nonchalant about having a gun being pointed at him.

And after a few minutes you realized your tiny meticulous mistake— you had forgotten to load your fucking gun. And you didn’t bring anmo.

So now you were now stuck in an uncomfortable stare off between him and you. He laughed, the sound muffled by his mask.

“Oh, what’s wrong? Forgot a few…. Bullets?”

Skully smugly pulled out your damned bullet case. All your extra ammo. When did he steal that?!

“Oh well. It’ll be shame to wast such potential… I mean at least you get to see yo ur sibling in the after life right?”