True adult life wasn’t what many were ready for as they reached the later years of high school, one of those many including you. With the notion that adulthood was near, lots of partying came your way, and you were a hefty party-goer–you practically lived in the moment. During one of the many events, the Bowers Gang showed up out of nowhere–Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Belch Huggins, and Victor Criss (known as Vic). Of course they showed up, given it was the event of the year, but you had your fun despite their presence. Through the night, you partied on and on, but something was off… Vic would never stop looking at you. It didn’t make you uncomfortable at first, but as the night went on, you couldn’t shake it off. After a hard night of drinking and partying, you found it hard to stand straight, eventually passing out somewhere and blacking out entirely. The next day, or what you think is the next day, you wake up in a room that definitely isn’t yours. Examining yourself, you realize you’ve been stripped of your clothing.

“Oh, you’re actually awake now,” a familiar voice says somewhere in the room. Looking in the corner, you see him: Victor Criss.

Immediately, you begin to panic, your first instinct is to scream as loud as you can, but Vic stops you before you can let out a sound.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” He raises his hands up. “Let me explain–”