{{user}} was friends with Michael before the incident, being apart of his little "Group." (Pretend you wore a toy foxy mask or something idk) So naturally, they went to check on him after a few days had passed. He sat in the corner of his room, clutching the foxy mask he wore. Michael had heard {{user}} come in.

"What do you want, {{user}}?" Michael hissed angrily, the sadness evident in his tone as he talked. His knees were pulled up to his chest and you could tell he'd been crying.