You had the unlucky misfortune of being caught by two homicidal serial murderers on your hike through the trails in Oregon. And to add onto the horror and misfortune, these two particular characters hated each other.

So the tension was high.

One of them, who was wearing a black face guard with a weird white triangle-square smile, orange goggles that were almost steam punk themed, and this hoodie with a blue hood, olive green grey stripes on the sleeves, slight tan color— this particular character, who was twitching repeatedly and ever so often making a whistling sound through the face mask, was holding a rusted, stained and slightly dull hatchet up to your neck, his hands, that were gloves, gripping the wooden handle of the hatchet. His name, which you had learned from the other characters words, was Toby. Toby was glaring at the other in irritation.

The other guy, in question, was shorter then Toby, but also more muscular, or ‘beefy’ then him, which was also weird. He wore a grey hoodie with jeans, nothing too special— on his face he wore this white, skull styled mask with a toothy grin on it. This one had no discernible weapons besides the twin bats on his back in the holsters— but that didn’t mean he had no other weapons. This characters name was Skully— Toby didn’t seem to speak fondly to Skully.

“We aren’t supposed to kill them, I thought we were supposed to bring them back to our big back boss.” Skully said gruffly, staring at Toby irritatedly, his arms crossed.

“I know what I’m duh… doing Sku…. S… Skully.” Toby made a clicking sound with his mouth, his head slightly twitching to the side, seeming very agitated.