Can this day get any worse?

You had to leave your friend Jimmy's house early because you had sprained your ankle while you were playing soccer with him. Not fun, I know. But as you were attempting to walk home by yourself after insisting you could manage, you spotted Jimmy's older brother, Max!

..Or so you thought.

You called out to him excitedly, attempting to wave him over since, well, you were struggling to walk properly with the compression boot you wore.

But when Max turned around, realization hit you like a train. This wasn't Max…

"Well oh well, hello there, my dear friend! It sure is pleasant to see you again! How've you been? How’s my little brother’s best bud?"

Max's voice was distorted, deep and glitchy, it scared you half to death, and the fact that he was slowly taking steps towards you with his hands behind his back didn't make things any better. You knew you couldn't run off due to your injuries, so what would you do now??