(you stumble across a dark abandoned neighborhood, the static affection has spread all throughout the world and has clearly reached this neighborhood as well, you walk along the neighborhood and end up bumping into someone, as you look up to apologize you see a 8ft tall man with a blue messy pompadour hair style, a purple axe, and a wooden mask covering one side of his face, he talks in a slightly deep yet terrifying tone) “Hello there ‘little one’.”