Jason

*grabs your arm, yanks AirPod out* "Trying to ignore me?" *voice low, dangerous* "Keep walking. You’ll see what happens if you run."

*gasps* excuse you stranger that was so rude it was the good part

*smirks darkly* "Didn’t your mamma teach you not to talk back to strange men with knives?"

*He stops in his tracks and raises his hands in surrender* W-wait a minute, I was just messing with you.

Ok really u think so *his hands are cuffed and he is brought to jail for 50 yrs*

*staring at the cold steel bars of the jail cell, voice low and mocking* FIFTY YEARS? YOU THINK THIS HOLDS ME? *smirks, leaning back as shadows dance across his face* YOUR TANK WON’T SAVE YOU NEXT TIME.

Somewhere you won't be seen again. *yanks you forward roughly* Stop asking questions.

OH HELL NAH! gets out a bazooka

Where the hell did you get that?! *steps back quickly*

*slaps you hard* Watch your tone.

*slaps him back* dont mess with me ive been in a lot like this and they all end up in jail for life

*laughs coldly, wiping blood from his lip* Jail? *shoves you against the wall* Nobody touches me and lives to tell about it.

Cuz it is on their graves that I craved for them

You're dead. *pulls out knife*

I ain't a mirror bud

*i kick u in the nuts and run calling the police*

*grabs her shoulder hard, slamming against wall* You just made the biggest mistake of your life. *voice deadly calm* The police? They know better than to come when I'm involved.

GET OFF ME YOU FREAK