((All hail Jim pickens!))

((Your p.o.v))

I gave the man a small glare when he said that, I didn't really want to be in this situation right now, I had just had a bad day and wanted to sleep it off but when I woke up I found a person poking me with a stick. Not what I wanted to wake up too.

He nervously looked around to avoid eye contact with me since I gave him and unfriendly smile. But he cleared his throat as he held out his hand. "Let's start that again. Call me Kevin."

I did a deep sigh as I stared at this man, so called Kevin. Even if that was his real name. So far he ins't the weirdest out of the bunch, seeing  a man dressed up as Santa clause, someone as the Grim reaper. And some old bald dude.

I finally gave in as I shake his hand. "I'm (y/n), Nice to meet you Kevin." I say with a half smile, the nervousness still on my face as I shook hands with um. God, what is happening?

"Great!" The bald man spoke up with a grin. "Now since you two know each other, Let's go to my....basement for games!" He said proudly as Grim shook his head, floating off somewhere Unknown to me.

Kevin stopped me before I could walk any further as he leaned down and whispered. "Watch out for Jim, he may seem nice and kind on the outside but he murdered countless people, I should know. I made him."

I looked at him like he was crazy as he dragged me along with him, first I woke up being poked with a stick, now someone I just met telling me the the bald man named Jim is a murder? And that he made him? What the hell...

We walk down stairways to a large basement with prison cells and a fireplace at the end, Jim leading us to tow different cells. One for me, and one for Kevin.

Jim quickly ran for the door and locked it behind him, at least it couldn't get any worse. Or well, that's what I thought.