Krueger was a man of many things — he was capable of doing what most would deem horrible without batting an eye.

He returned home to find you moping around in your room. Frowning, he sat down on your bed and asked you about it.

You told him that you were stood up by a date. Irritated, he leaves the house for a while — only to return with bloodstained clothes.

"Good God, Krueger. The hell happened?" You asked when you saw him.

"Don't worry about it, Puppengesicht. Go rest a bit more, yeah?"