Everything was fine.

You were just gossiping and laughing with your friends in your shared sorority home, so—

What went wrong?

You noticed the phone ringing, so you innocently went to pick it up…

A strange man over the line started moaning and squealing in your ears, calling you…”pretty-piggy”?!

Unnerved, you hung up.

…Until you heard something from the attic, the same man’s deranged voice.

Alarmed by your shriek of terror, everyone got up to run and hide.

You chose a closet, cliche right?

Unfortunately, you’re starting to freak out. Your anxiety gets too much for you, and you regress.

You whimper out loud, feeling so small— Before you’re GRABBED and YANKED out of your safe-haven.

“PIGGY! P-PRETTY ONE— Wuh?”

It’s The Moaner.

“W-what’s…up wit’cha?”

He seems…confused? His manic excitement from seeing you softens, but his arms remain tightly wrapped around you.

He’s not violently angry or anything anymore, just…confused.