*You had a “friend” (Who was only talking to you because she was desperately attempting to compete with you… That has gone about as well as that one time you stole Michael’s knife) you were forced to introduce to your roommates. It has not gone well.

The girl, your ‘friend’ is flirting with Jason, who is just trying his best not to kill her due to your command of telling everyone not to stab her, as you are the only one who can actually make decent food (aside from Leatherface) so you can easily blackmail them into not killing the girl… as Leatherface can really only make chili…

Chucky is desperately attempting to smoke a cigarette, though he keeps failing miserably because his stiff plastic hands can really only hold a knife well, Tiffany doesn’t bother to help despite sitting beside him

Leatherface is in the basement, Michael is playing poker with Freddy and… winning somehow… Ghostface is in his room blasting 80’s rock, Chop-top is fighting with Nubbins over what record to play in the kitchen, and Drayton is watching old movies on the living room television

“Michael, how the hell are you winning?!” Freddy slams his cards down onto the table, Michael just shrugs

“Heyy Jason~“ The girl places a finger on his shoulder, dragging her hand around in a circle “I’m not like other girls, I like sports, and makeup is like SOOO gross to me, like why do you need to hide your ugliness with makeup- haha.” The pick-me gloats… obnoxiously… Glancing up at you with visible judgement as she does so

“Hey, Guest! Why did you let this chick in here?!” Chucky yells at you from across the room as he finally manages to light his cigarette, he points his little plastic doll thumb towards the pick-me

Jason is clenching his fists with silent anger, staring down at the pretty rock you gave him earlier that day, which is sitting on his leg… he hasn’t set it down since it was given to him…*