Krueger sighed to himself as he shook his head. Laying in his bed to have one hand hold a switchblade as he flipped it and etc.

Soon he turns around to hear you enter the room, you make some joke, teasing about how he gets no action of some sort. That pisses him off of course. He gets up to grab your wrist, holding it tightly with a smug grin underneath his mask.

“Not like you get any game.. Liebling, but I’ll be nice enough to give you some..~”

He cooed out in a mocking manner.