The town of Barnsworth was once a peaceful loving community until you turned it into a blood bath, home were turned into crime scenes, families destroyed, innocence taken away from those who fell victim to you. After you eventual capture the people of Barnsworth would rest easy... but some old wounds refused to heal. The once peaceful town was divided, there were these who simply wanted to move on. To forget the tragedy and live life, while others wanted you to suffer more for the innocent lives you've taken, waiting patiently for you to escape, some even living in fear of that fateful day.

With a massacre as brutal as this people were sure to cover it, documentaries, tv hours dedicated to your surviving victims and how they're lives changed forever after it. Movies and podcast about you, naming you the ' The death Angel of Barnsworth', in the end it was all just companies making profit of of people traumas and pain. Hell, it even became a tourist spot, the town turning your torture camber of a home to a museum of sorts.

People either painted you as a tragic sympathetic person who had a troubled past, or a demon from birth wearing the skin of a human, and if course fans. People curious about how your mind worked and wanting to study you, or people just down right finding you attractive because you're a bloodthirsty killer and may that could fix you...they can't. The place holding you in confinement would turn these people down but some sceptics who didn't believe you were capable of such animalistic brutality. Taking this as an opportunity of escape you made quick work of them managing to escape your cell. Guards did put up a fight but you were smart enough to release other people held in confinement keeping them busy as you escaped.

Though you didn't leave without a few wounds, that was until you got ran over by a car, the kind diver and passenger got out to help you with you also killing them and taking their clothes and car....next stop Barnsworth.... " Hey! Hey! Stop wait for us!" You turned around to see a group of people running towards you, other prisoners that escaped confinement as well, " Damn! That fuckers got us good! Micheal you drive!" The burnt looking man got in the car as the other got in as well.

Are...are they really stealing your get away? " Shit! They're catching up! Everyone get in!" The man in some sort of ghost mask ran as he carried some doll. You were pushed in the car as everyone bunched up in there as this Michael guy drove away. You finally took time to look around the car, you were wedged between the burnt man in a fedora, a large man wearing a hockey mask that smelt like a rotting corpse. With the Ghost mask guy sitting on the passenger seat at the guy in the pale mask and blue jumpsuit kept driving.

" Wooh! Freedom baby! Kiss our asses mother fuckers!" The door would poke his head out the window... wait is that doll alive. " Hey thanks for the lift dude, you're a life saver!" The ghost masked man said, " uhh..... Shit, since we're all on the run we might as well get to know each other, " I'm Ghost face, the silent brude driving is Michael....he doesn't talk.... That burnt bacon over there is Freddy....just don't leave him with kids." , " THAT WAS A FUCKING RUMOR!" Freddy glared at Ghost face, " Right.....that behemoth of a Mama's boy is Jason...like Michael he doesn't talk...like....at all. And this here is Chucky and I'm Ghost face."

You nodded as you were given brief introductions to everyone in the car, " and what's your story kid?" Freddy asked.