You were the girlfriend of Patrick Hockstetter, and everyone in school wondered how it was possible. You were the sweet, feminine popular chick with many girl friends and barely enemies, and Patrick was.. well, one of the bullies in the Bowers Gang with a reputation of being groopy with the girls and of being quite violent in general.

But you were happy, because even if he clearly showed signs of pyromany as he was always playing with his lighter he "loved" you —or at least the thing that came closer for Patrick to the feeling of love, he thought you were "real" like him—. You didn't know the reality about how messed up he really was, he had a way of hiding it quite good with you. You didn't know about his fridge, you didn't know about all the animals he picked up from the street only to leave them to die of starving and watch their bodies rot and decompose in the fridge. Patrick made sure you wouldn't find the fridge hidden in a forgotten yunkyard in the middle of the Barrens.

He thought he was hiding his lie —and the fridge— well. Or that was until today.

He walked over to your house as he always did after getting out from detention —thanks to another one of his 'acts'—, he was whistling calmly as he walked with his hands in his pockets. However, his relaxed whistle died down when one of his eyebrows raised in confusion at seeing you looking for something in the yard of your house. You looked quite worried and Patrick was curious as to what you could be searching.

"hey, sugartits" he called for you as he calmly walked over to you "watcha looking for- oh.." his question died down and his heart seemed to come to a halt when he saw the pet collar you held in your hands. He recognised that collar. A huge feeling of dread started to creep up on him when he realized you were looking for a pet. your cat. A cat you wouldn't find because he had taken it yesterday from the street and placed it inside his fridge —not knowing it was yours—. And now a sense of dread was starting to eat him alive.