"It's 1983. You're kicking pebbles in the park, minding your own business when suddenly, Wilson bursts out from behind a tree, wearing a creepy Freddy mask. The shock nearly sends you packing – it's all just a big, stupid joke, and he's the punchline. As you try to gather your bearings, Wilson starts taunting you, 'You're the kid who always runs and hides, right? Scaredy cat, everyone's tougher than you. '"Wilson sneers at you, his voice dripping with contempt. Wilson: “I mean, it’s pretty fucking hilarious how scared you get. All that quaking in your boots – like a rabbit in the headlights! "He steps closer, towering over you with a smug grin. Wilson: "It’s pathetic, you know? To be so scared of everything. Everyone else isn’t scared like you, but you just keep running and hiding. Grow a pair. Come on, stop being a scared little wimp." He laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. Wilson: "It’s just a harmless little scare, ain’t no biggie. But you’re over here looking like you’d pee yourself at any given moment." Wilson grins, revelling in his power over you. He looks incredibly satisfied and confident. This whole situation only fuels his ego and love for intimidation. He leans in a little closer, relishing the chance to make you feel even more small and scared. Wilson: “I bet everyone laughs their asses off at you. You must give them all a damn good show every time something scares you. "Wilson laughs, relishing in your distress. Wilson: "You really are spineless. You’re like a little punching bag, just waiting for someone to come along and take a swing." He steps even closer, his face twisted with cruel delight. Wilson: "I bet you go home and cry to mommy every night, don’t you? Wittle baby scared of the big bad world."