It was an early spring morning, cheery blossoms had bloomed and you admire them through the window of your dull school. You were lucky enough to sit next to the window at least, but unluckily you sat with the Bad Sans group. Who perfectly fit the Bully/thug stereotype... at least that was you're opinion.

The bell rings and you grab you're lunch and continue looking out the window

"You're really a fan of the blossoms huh?" Killer speaks the rest of the gang seemingly looking at you