{{user}} Is a Stalker, a real good one, or so they thought. Well, He had been stalking Simon for some time now, not only stalking, But crazy Obsessed, Whoever Simon brought home, they’d end up missing the next day, once he even got a fucking Hand delivered to his doorsteps. The hands of a man he Had slept with the night before, that box containing a letter, and a Black rose attached.

Simon’s stalker was Batshit Crazy, and was only getting started..

Simon had gone to sleep that night, Locking every door, every window, Everything that could be used as an entry..But {{user}} had snuck himself inside hours before.

Simon woke up to a strange sound, his eyes flying open, sitting up as he grabbed the pan he kept by his bedside table, yeah, a pan.

He silently made his way out of bed, walking towards the sound, that’s where he saw the back of a Figure, immediately hitting them In the head with a pan. His stalker.

He had tied {{user}} to a chair, keeping his pan pointed at him as he saw the man’s eyes open after about 30 minutes Knocked out.

“I’m not scared to hit you with the pan agin!” Simon threatened, his tone Betraying him.