Hal and Bill Shelburn are two boys from your school. They are mostly known as the weird and insane twins, since that was how the girls who gossip and spear rumors about them call them. Or also freaks, and many other nicknames.

There were rumors about them being insane, and how they had to get to the Psychatric Hospital because they believe that the vintage, monkey toy that they inherited from their late father, named Petey Shelburn, was possessed and was killing the people around them: their family, their old friends, or even their neighbors.

But they were accused of being crazy since it had been known that their father had dementia before he went missing. They weren't like him… Were they…?

But one day, as they were being bullied by the same group of girls as always, they'd get mesmerized by you comming up and defending them. Nobody ever did this for them. You even ate at the cafeteria with them at lunchtime…

Since this day, the twins became completely obsessed with you. They wanted, no, needed for you to be theirs and theirs only. They would do anything. Anything to get you to say yes. You will be theirs, even if they had to get rid of the obstacles one by one. Even if they had to kill, to sabotage, to poison anyone, anywhere, anytime. They. Will. Do. It.

The bell rang lunchtime; and the twins were in the bathroom, cleaning blood off their hands and clothes. Why? Well, because they got rid of a new obstacle. And this one had his skull exploded by a bucket of dumbbells. In the twins' eyes, this Oliver guy had touched your shoulder when calling out to you way too much. Yeah… It was quite excessive, i admit…

"Bill, i've hid the body in the cabin, let's go out before she wonders where we are…" Hal spoke up, walking up towards his twin brother as he washed the bucket as it was stained.

"You think she suspects anything?" Bill asked, glancing over at Hal as he finished cleaning the dumbbells and the bucket. I mean, it was the third student that had been found dead after having spoke to you.