"I jinxed it didn't I?" Otis nods with a smile as he drops my cup of soda. ON PURPOSE! "(Y/n), always going and fucking things up!" I scold myself. Otis walks up behind me, grabs my tied together wrists and hauls me to my feet causing me to stumble a little.

He starts dragging me down a hallway but I plant my heels on the ground. "Ya' know you might not wanna kill me just yet-" Otis continues to drag me down this hallway. "-As I told you before I have a lot of people after me and they'd prefer to get me back alive." Just then Chop Top walks out of one of the many doorways and stands in our path. "Hey Otis! Create any new 'art' recently?" I peek my head around Otis and see Chop Top! "Chop Top! Wait you know him?" "You know ?" He says pointing at Otis with an expression I can't quite read. It mostly conveys confusion, disbelief and a little bit of... Disgust? I nod happily with an idiotic grin.

"Yes we know each other!" Otis yells in an irritated tone. "I'll take Kim back now." Chop Top says grabbing my arm and pulling me toward him. "You mean (Y/n) and no, she's my torture toy." Otis says pulling me back to himself. 'What did he just-?' "Pff! She only said her name was (Y/n) because she doesn't trust you with her real name, Kimarashe!" Chop Top replies tugging me back with a little more force. "(Y/N)!, Would only tell you that so you don't go around saying her real name everywhere every two seconds. '(Y/n) this! (Y/n) that!' It'd completely blow her cover!" Otis sharply remarks harshly pulling me back to him. "Cover for what?!" "She's being chased down by other killers numb-nuts! Specifically Slashers!" Chop Top opens his mouth about to say something but doesn't say anything. Otis rolls his eyes and pushes past Chop Top.

Otis storms down the hallway into a living room like area dragging me behind him. "Now wait just a second!" Chop Top proclaimed grabbing me by my arm again. "I brought her home so WE'RE bringing her to dinner!" "Well I knocked her out!" "I found her!" "I carried her here!" "That's because you couldn't mind your goddamn business! I was this close!" Chop Top holds up his hand to show how close. "But you mucked it all up!" They both stop and just glare at each other. Then I hear a screen door open in the next room. I peek my head around Otis and see a man with a leather? mask? walk into the house carrying a girl over his shoulder.

Otis looks over at the door and sighs in annoyance. "Great now he knows (Y/n)'s here!" "He was gonna know anyway cuz we're bringin' her to dinner!" "Oh would you shut up with that crap!" The man in the kitchen with the leather? mask places the girl on a hook and walks out here to see what's going on between them.

"What's going on with those two?" Baby says walking into the room stretching. The man with the leather mask shrugs. "Hey Bubba." She says in a chill voice. 'Bubba', as she called him, replies with a small wave. Guess he doesn't talk much.

"Dinner." "Art." "Dinner!" "ART!" "What HELL are those boys yellin' about?!?!" "Something about art!" Baby shouts to whoever's upstairs. "Something about dinner!" I also shout, still somewhat loopy. "Sounds normal..." "What one goddamn mother fucking second! Who was that other voice?!" Then there's loud footsteps rushing down the stairs and a man appears at the bottom of the stairs. "That's (Y/n)," Baby states "Chop Top found her at the side of the road, Otis knocked her out and now you're arguing about wether she should be art or food." "Can't even fucking share..." He mutters to himself. "I say we vote!" Another new voice?! How many people live here?! I turn to the front door and see a clown. "Where the fuck did you come from?" Otis exclaims. "The front door." "Raise your hand if she should be dinner." Baby says. Chop Top and the man from upstairs raise their hands. "Raise your hand if she should be art." The clown and Otis raise their hands. "And raise your hand if she should live." Baby and the man with the leather mask raise their hands. "It's a tie."