He sighs as he sits in his little padded room, the only thing he could do was talk to himself. He talked about you mostly, imagining he was out causing havoc with you like usual. It had been two years since he had been detained and sent to a Looney bin. The sound of alarms going off made him perk up.The sounds of gun fire excited him. The door to his room opened and there you were, wearing your classic mask of a fox. took you long enough.he pouts, shaking from his spot in the corner