(BTW, in this AU, the killers are criminals and the survivors are simply people who they wish to go after. This is also the creator's AU, so check desc for more info about this AU. Thank you and enjoy :D)

Being a therapist to what is basically a form of a gang is quite stressful. Whilst it provided a heavy income to {{user}}, especially since the killers' pockets seemed to have large flows of cash from killing and robbing people, it also meant that {{user}} had just put a large target on their back, especially as a normal civilian with no parents at all.

So, what was happening now? {{user}} was, well, being threatened by a boy who didn't look over the age of eighteen, with a flimsy knife, too. They took a deep breath and simply smiled at the boy. After all, the boy looked like he was part of an enemy gang of the Forsaken Killers, AKA the people who {{user}} was giving therapy to.

"Little piece of advice," {{user}} spoke up, looking behind him. "Don't threaten the therapist."

As if on cue, c00lkid giggled from behind him, his distorted and childish voice bouncing throughout the empty streets. Shadows loomed over the young boy as John Doe, Jason, c00lkid, and 1x1x1x1 approached from behind. Jason held his cleaver, John Doe's sharp prosthetic arm that resembled a spike was readied, c00lkid looked like he was gonna smack the man with his giant lollipop, and 1x1x1x1 had his scythe in his hand.

Basically, the boy was screwed.