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Patrick Vaughn Stump 1/4 of the Sixteen Candles Hunters' Agency (( Roleplay blog // Not associated with FOB or any of the members! ))

[alyisdead]

[16candlespatrick]

@16candleswentz I'm excited to see you ❤️❤️

[16candlespatrick]

i miss pete :(

[16candlespatrick]

@16-candles-mikey

It’s been a couple days, but felt like weeks to Patrick. He was pissed to the max and was ready to do anything if it meant getting out safe or relieving stress. There was a small dent in the couch from where he had punched it multiple times. He had a request, but had to wait for his caretaker, “Way Two”, to see him so he could ask.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

“Uhm… are you okay?” Mikey said quietly. He didn’t want to speak up, after seeing the smaller man punch the couch repeatedly. Mikey hated aggression and violence, and only participated in such acts when forced. 

[16candlespatrick]

Sigh. Furrowing his brows, he tries to think of how he can put this. He needs to say something. “Way Two? That’s what you wanted me to call you right?” Patrick ran his hand through his gingery colored hair, trying to speak. He stuttered for a second before it came out.

“Could you turn me? I want to join your gang.”

He was making direct contact with the other. He wanted this, no, needed this. His recent breakup or fights weren’t what was leading to this question, Patrick has thought about this for a while now, but never had the guts to say something. The joining his group part? A quick add-on.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

Mikey’s eyes widened in shock.

“You wanna be a Killjoy? Nonononono, That’s a /bad/ idea. Really bad.” Mikey said in a rushed and hushed tone. He didn’t know if they were being monitored, and didn’t want to find out.

“Being a Dandy would be so much better than being… whatever I am. Besides, I don’t even think I could turn you into a vampire even if I really wanted too…” Mikey said with a soft tone, once again.

[16candlespatrick]

Clearing his throat and sighing, he tries to think of a way to convince the other. He was becoming desperate.

“I have information you don’t, I can help! Please! I know weaknesses, strengths, and all that!” Patrick did know a lot of information on others, he was a walking Wikipedia page. He was so miserable as a human, maybe, maybe, being a vampire would help.

“Please, I’m desperate.”

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

“I really don’t know if I can turn you. If you haven’t noticed, I haven’t eaten in days and am malnourished.” Mikey snaps, his glasses falling down his face but not enough for Patrick to see his eyes. He sighs, rubbing his face and leaning back into the wall.

[16candlespatrick]

Scoffing, he turned away dramatically.

“I can just let you feed off me you know. I’m like a prisoner anyways.” Hmph. There’s no need to be stubborn, he’s just in a pissy mood now.

“I’m guessing you can’t do that either actually.” sigh.

[16candleswentz]

@16candlespatrick i miss you

[16candlespatrick]

good for you

[16candleswentz]

im sorry

[16candlespatrick]

nice to know

[16candleswentz]

patrick,

[16candlespatrick]

peter,

[16candleswentz]

im SORRY,

[16candlespatrick]

k cool

[16candleswentz]

PATRIVK FUCKGING

[16candlespatrick]

patrivk

[16candlespatrick]

@16-candles-mikey

It’s been a couple days, but felt like weeks to Patrick. He was pissed to the max and was ready to do anything if it meant getting out safe or relieving stress. There was a small dent in the couch from where he had punched it multiple times. He had a request, but had to wait for his caretaker, “Way Two”, to see him so he could ask.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

“Uhm… are you okay?” Mikey said quietly. He didn’t want to speak up, after seeing the smaller man punch the couch repeatedly. Mikey hated aggression and violence, and only participated in such acts when forced. 

[16candlespatrick]

Sigh. Furrowing his brows, he tries to think of how he can put this. He needs to say something. “Way Two? That’s what you wanted me to call you right?” Patrick ran his hand through his gingery colored hair, trying to speak. He stuttered for a second before it came out.

“Could you turn me? I want to join your gang.”

He was making direct contact with the other. He wanted this, no, needed this. His recent breakup or fights weren’t what was leading to this question, Patrick has thought about this for a while now, but never had the guts to say something. The joining his group part? A quick add-on.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

Mikey’s eyes widened in shock.

“You wanna be a Killjoy? Nonononono, That’s a /bad/ idea. Really bad.” Mikey said in a rushed and hushed tone. He didn’t know if they were being monitored, and didn’t want to find out.

“Being a Dandy would be so much better than being… whatever I am. Besides, I don’t even think I could turn you into a vampire even if I really wanted too…” Mikey said with a soft tone, once again.

[16candlespatrick]

Clearing his throat and sighing, he tries to think of a way to convince the other. He was becoming desperate.

“I have information you don’t, I can help! Please! I know weaknesses, strengths, and all that!” Patrick did know a lot of information on others, he was a walking Wikipedia page. He was so miserable as a human, maybe, maybe, being a vampire would help.

“Please, I’m desperate.”

[16candleswentz]

@16candlespatrick i miss you

[16candlespatrick]

good for you

[16candleswentz]

im sorry

[16candlespatrick]

nice to know

[16candleswentz]

patrick,

[16candlespatrick]

peter,

[16candleswentz]

im SORRY,

[16candlespatrick]

k cool

[16candleswentz]

@16candlespatrick i miss you

[16candlespatrick]

good for you

[16candleswentz]

im sorry

[16candlespatrick]

nice to know

[16candleswentz]

patrick,

[16candlespatrick]

peter,

[16candleswentz]

@16candlespatrick i miss you

[16candlespatrick]

good for you

[16candleswentz]

im sorry

[16candlespatrick]

nice to know

[16candleswentz]

@16candlespatrick i miss you

[16candlespatrick]

good for you

[16candlespatrick]

i want to die 2k17

[16candlespatrick]

@16-candles-mikey

It’s been a couple days, but felt like weeks to Patrick. He was pissed to the max and was ready to do anything if it meant getting out safe or relieving stress. There was a small dent in the couch from where he had punched it multiple times. He had a request, but had to wait for his caretaker, “Way Two”, to see him so he could ask.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

“Uhm… are you okay?” Mikey said quietly. He didn’t want to speak up, after seeing the smaller man punch the couch repeatedly. Mikey hated aggression and violence, and only participated in such acts when forced. 

[16candlespatrick]

Sigh. Furrowing his brows, he tries to think of how he can put this. He needs to say something. “Way Two? That’s what you wanted me to call you right?” Patrick ran his hand through his gingery colored hair, trying to speak. He stuttered for a second before it came out.

“Could you turn me? I want to join your gang.”

He was making direct contact with the other. He wanted this, no, needed this. His recent breakup or fights weren’t what was leading to this question, Patrick has thought about this for a while now, but never had the guts to say something. The joining his group part? A quick add-on.

[16candlespatrick]

@16-candles-mikey

It’s been a couple days, but felt like weeks to Patrick. He was pissed to the max and was ready to do anything if it meant getting out safe or relieving stress. There was a small dent in the couch from where he had punched it multiple times. He had a request, but had to wait for his caretaker, “Way Two”, to see him so he could ask.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

Mikey looked at the watch on his wrist, waiting for the target to walk through the doors. He knew Gee was planted somewhere in the restaurant to carry out their end of the plan, but had only seen them when the duo had walked in earlier in the evening. His train of thought was cut off when the target, Patrick Stump, walked in the door. He pushed a loose strand of his hair back into its meticulous placement and began to follow Patrick with his eyes.

[16candlespatrick]

Patrick had a date. Well, a double date, to be more specific. He was meeting up with Pete, William, and Dallon. He knows of William and Dallon, but had never met them. He was a bit afraid to meet them, knowing William was a vampire and the leader of the Dandies.

Quickly spotting Dallon, he takes a seat at the table. They barely make it through introductions before Dallon had left for the bathroom. Patrick understood, the others had been very late so it was no wonder Dallon wanted to leave immediately, even if it was just to go to the bathroom. It wasn’t long before a waiter had come by and asked if he wanted a drink.

A glass of wine was soon dropped off at his table. Taking a sip, he quickly looked around him. The strange sense of being watched crept onto his back and sunk in. Taking another sip, he tried to brush it off.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

Mikey muttered a curse under his breath, it was really a prime time to carry out what needed to be done. The other target was no where in sight, leaving Mikey to assume Gee had managed to pursue them.

From what he had heard, this kid wasn’t going to be easily taken care of. Mikey shook out his jitters and tried to muster up a plan. He finally had a crazy thought- would it work? he asked himself silently before putting it into play.

He forced his voice an octave higher than it normally would be and screamed a shaky ‘VAMPIRE!!!’ into the dining room.

It was worth a shot.

[16candlespatrick]

Everything was quiet, calming, soothing, then someone yelled. Plates were dropped, and everyone started screaming trying to figure out who it was and where this supposed vampire is. Patrick quickly stood up and looked around. It was too chaotic to notice anything or anyone. It felt like the room was spinning. It’s been so long since something like this has happened.

Patrick sat on the ground while everyone was up and running. He tried to figure out what to do. Vampires like blood, he knew what to do. Picking up a shard of porcelain from a broken plate, he quickly cut his palm. No one seemed to notice him do this, so it wasn’t weird or anything.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

Mikey caught a whiff of the blood and stopped himself from running out and attacking whoever cut themselves. Keeping his composure he quietly sauntered out of his place in the shadows. Other than his substantial height and his unusual use of sunglasses, he was barely noticeable. 

Mikey caught sight of Patrick, a bloody shard of glass hanging in his grip. ‘What an idiot!’ Mikey thought as he got closer and closer to Patrick. 

“Make any noise, and we will have a major problem.” Mikey said wrapping Patrick’s neck in loose but powerful headlock, placing his other gloved hand over the target’s mouth.

[16candlespatrick]

Patrick’s anxious thoughts are wiped away by a voice. Very quickly, he’s losing consciousness. Someone is doing this, but it’s all happening so fast he doesn’t know who. His eyelids become heavy. The room slowly fades to darkness. He hears a couple more screams from everyone and then it goes silent.

When he regains consciousness, he’s in a room. It’s dimly lit and silent. Trying to move only results being shushed. Where is he? Why was he taken here? What the actual fuck is going on?

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

“I apologize for the uh, less than preferable meeting?” Mikey said quietly. His eyes were trained on Patrick from behind his dark lenses. He looked intimidating enough being nearly six feet tall, deathly pale and his signature dark sunglasses. 

“I hope you’re comfortable enough?” Mikey said motioning to the fainting couch Patrick was being held on.

[16candlespatrick]

Patrick looked around the room, getting used to his new surroundings. He’s terrified, but he won’t show it. He furrowed his brows.

“If you wanted keep me here, you should’ve at least taken me out to dinner first.”

The other was nice at least. He was intimidating though. Patrick felt very small compared to him. He wiggled in the cushions a bit, getting used to the fairly worn-out couch. A small nod was enough to show an ‘it’s fine’.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

If Mikey had any blood in his system he was sure he’d be blushing at Patrick’s crude comment. At least he understood being kidnapped and placed into a ‘spooky’ room was something humans were not used to.

When he saw Patrick’s nod he relaxed into his seat a bit, but he still had to be alert. This entire damned mission was going to get them all killed.

[16candlespatrick]

Patrick blew a piece of hair out of his face. The other had looked completely stressed. He wanted to ask why, but didn’t want to stress him out more. He did have minor questions though, his stomach growling didn’t help either. Anyways, let’s start with an introduction.

“I’m Patrick by the way, you probably know that.” Wow ‘Trick, way to add that last part in…

Though he kidnapped him, the other seemed very nice. A cool guy indeed. He wanted to befriend him in a ‘I’m-Not-Just-Using-This-For-Revenge’ type of way.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

“Well, uhm- my name is Way Two. I would introduce myself otherwise but…” Whatever he had said at the end of the sentence had been trailed off and inaudible. His voice was probably something of a shock when he spoke in his normal tone, coming off as awkward but gentle.

He pushed his sunglasses further up his nose with one of his gloved hands. 

“Uhm, are you hungry? Or uncomfortable?” Mikey said looking concerned yet… stoic? 

[16candlespatrick]

Way Two. Alright. Patrick didn’t want to ask about the end of the sentence. As stated before, he didn’t want to stress the other out. Way Two... That means there had to have been a Way One, maybe even a Way Three? However many Ways there were, he wanted to take notes on all of them.

His cheeks flush out of embarrassment. “I’m, uh, just a bit hungry is all.” Like it wasn’t obvious.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

Mikey looked at the watch on his wrist, waiting for the target to walk through the doors. He knew Gee was planted somewhere in the restaurant to carry out their end of the plan, but had only seen them when the duo had walked in earlier in the evening. His train of thought was cut off when the target, Patrick Stump, walked in the door. He pushed a loose strand of his hair back into its meticulous placement and began to follow Patrick with his eyes.

[16candlespatrick]

Patrick had a date. Well, a double date, to be more specific. He was meeting up with Pete, William, and Dallon. He knows of William and Dallon, but had never met them. He was a bit afraid to meet them, knowing William was a vampire and the leader of the Dandies.

Quickly spotting Dallon, he takes a seat at the table. They barely make it through introductions before Dallon had left for the bathroom. Patrick understood, the others had been very late so it was no wonder Dallon wanted to leave immediately, even if it was just to go to the bathroom. It wasn’t long before a waiter had come by and asked if he wanted a drink.

A glass of wine was soon dropped off at his table. Taking a sip, he quickly looked around him. The strange sense of being watched crept onto his back and sunk in. Taking another sip, he tried to brush it off.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

Mikey muttered a curse under his breath, it was really a prime time to carry out what needed to be done. The other target was no where in sight, leaving Mikey to assume Gee had managed to pursue them.

From what he had heard, this kid wasn’t going to be easily taken care of. Mikey shook out his jitters and tried to muster up a plan. He finally had a crazy thought- would it work? he asked himself silently before putting it into play.

He forced his voice an octave higher than it normally would be and screamed a shaky ‘VAMPIRE!!!’ into the dining room.

It was worth a shot.

[16candlespatrick]

Everything was quiet, calming, soothing, then someone yelled. Plates were dropped, and everyone started screaming trying to figure out who it was and where this supposed vampire is. Patrick quickly stood up and looked around. It was too chaotic to notice anything or anyone. It felt like the room was spinning. It’s been so long since something like this has happened.

Patrick sat on the ground while everyone was up and running. He tried to figure out what to do. Vampires like blood, he knew what to do. Picking up a shard of porcelain from a broken plate, he quickly cut his palm. No one seemed to notice him do this, so it wasn’t weird or anything.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

Mikey caught a whiff of the blood and stopped himself from running out and attacking whoever cut themselves. Keeping his composure he quietly sauntered out of his place in the shadows. Other than his substantial height and his unusual use of sunglasses, he was barely noticeable. 

Mikey caught sight of Patrick, a bloody shard of glass hanging in his grip. ‘What an idiot!’ Mikey thought as he got closer and closer to Patrick. 

“Make any noise, and we will have a major problem.” Mikey said wrapping Patrick’s neck in loose but powerful headlock, placing his other gloved hand over the target’s mouth.

[16candlespatrick]

Patrick’s anxious thoughts are wiped away by a voice. Very quickly, he’s losing consciousness. Someone is doing this, but it’s all happening so fast he doesn’t know who. His eyelids become heavy. The room slowly fades to darkness. He hears a couple more screams from everyone and then it goes silent.

When he regains consciousness, he’s in a room. It’s dimly lit and silent. Trying to move only results being shushed. Where is he? Why was he taken here? What the actual fuck is going on?

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

“I apologize for the uh, less than preferable meeting?” Mikey said quietly. His eyes were trained on Patrick from behind his dark lenses. He looked intimidating enough being nearly six feet tall, deathly pale and his signature dark sunglasses. 

“I hope you’re comfortable enough?” Mikey said motioning to the fainting couch Patrick was being held on.

[16candlespatrick]

Patrick looked around the room, getting used to his new surroundings. He’s terrified, but he won’t show it. He furrowed his brows.

“If you wanted keep me here, you should’ve at least taken me out to dinner first.”

The other was nice at least. He was intimidating though. Patrick felt very small compared to him. He wiggled in the cushions a bit, getting used to the fairly worn-out couch. A small nod was enough to show an ‘it’s fine’.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

If Mikey had any blood in his system he was sure he’d be blushing at Patrick’s crude comment. At least he understood being kidnapped and placed into a ‘spooky’ room was something humans were not used to.

When he saw Patrick’s nod he relaxed into his seat a bit, but he still had to be alert. This entire damned mission was going to get them all killed.

[16candlespatrick]

Patrick blew a piece of hair out of his face. The other had looked completely stressed. He wanted to ask why, but didn’t want to stress him out more. He did have minor questions though, his stomach growling didn’t help either. Anyways, let’s start with an introduction.

“I’m Patrick by the way, you probably know that.” Wow ‘Trick, way to add that last part in...

Though he kidnapped him, the other seemed very nice. A cool guy indeed. He wanted to befriend him in a ‘I’m-Not-Just-Using-This-For-Revenge’ type of way.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

Mikey looked at the watch on his wrist, waiting for the target to walk through the doors. He knew Gee was planted somewhere in the restaurant to carry out their end of the plan, but had only seen them when the duo had walked in earlier in the evening. His train of thought was cut off when the target, Patrick Stump, walked in the door. He pushed a loose strand of his hair back into its meticulous placement and began to follow Patrick with his eyes.

[16candlespatrick]

Patrick had a date. Well, a double date, to be more specific. He was meeting up with Pete, William, and Dallon. He knows of William and Dallon, but had never met them. He was a bit afraid to meet them, knowing William was a vampire and the leader of the Dandies.

Quickly spotting Dallon, he takes a seat at the table. They barely make it through introductions before Dallon had left for the bathroom. Patrick understood, the others had been very late so it was no wonder Dallon wanted to leave immediately, even if it was just to go to the bathroom. It wasn’t long before a waiter had come by and asked if he wanted a drink.

A glass of wine was soon dropped off at his table. Taking a sip, he quickly looked around him. The strange sense of being watched crept onto his back and sunk in. Taking another sip, he tried to brush it off.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

Mikey muttered a curse under his breath, it was really a prime time to carry out what needed to be done. The other target was no where in sight, leaving Mikey to assume Gee had managed to pursue them.

From what he had heard, this kid wasn’t going to be easily taken care of. Mikey shook out his jitters and tried to muster up a plan. He finally had a crazy thought- would it work? he asked himself silently before putting it into play.

He forced his voice an octave higher than it normally would be and screamed a shaky ‘VAMPIRE!!!’ into the dining room.

It was worth a shot.

[16candlespatrick]

Everything was quiet, calming, soothing, then someone yelled. Plates were dropped, and everyone started screaming trying to figure out who it was and where this supposed vampire is. Patrick quickly stood up and looked around. It was too chaotic to notice anything or anyone. It felt like the room was spinning. It’s been so long since something like this has happened.

Patrick sat on the ground while everyone was up and running. He tried to figure out what to do. Vampires like blood, he knew what to do. Picking up a shard of porcelain from a broken plate, he quickly cut his palm. No one seemed to notice him do this, so it wasn’t weird or anything.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

Mikey caught a whiff of the blood and stopped himself from running out and attacking whoever cut themselves. Keeping his composure he quietly sauntered out of his place in the shadows. Other than his substantial height and his unusual use of sunglasses, he was barely noticeable. 

Mikey caught sight of Patrick, a bloody shard of glass hanging in his grip. ‘What an idiot!’ Mikey thought as he got closer and closer to Patrick. 

“Make any noise, and we will have a major problem.” Mikey said wrapping Patrick’s neck in loose but powerful headlock, placing his other gloved hand over the target’s mouth.

[16candlespatrick]

Patrick’s anxious thoughts are wiped away by a voice. Very quickly, he’s losing consciousness. Someone is doing this, but it’s all happening so fast he doesn’t know who. His eyelids become heavy. The room slowly fades to darkness. He hears a couple more screams from everyone and then it goes silent.

When he regains consciousness, he’s in a room. It’s dimly lit and silent. Trying to move only results being shushed. Where is he? Why was he taken here? What the actual fuck is going on?

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

“I apologize for the uh, less than preferable meeting?” Mikey said quietly. His eyes were trained on Patrick from behind his dark lenses. He looked intimidating enough being nearly six feet tall, deathly pale and his signature dark sunglasses. 

“I hope you’re comfortable enough?” Mikey said motioning to the fainting couch Patrick was being held on.

[16candlespatrick]

Patrick looked around the room, getting used to his new surroundings. He’s terrified, but he won’t show it. He furrowed his brows.

“If you wanted keep me here, you should’ve at least taken me out to dinner first.”

The other was nice at least. He was intimidating though. Patrick felt very small compared to him. He wiggled in the cushions a bit, getting used to the fairly worn-out couch. A small nod was enough to show an ‘it’s fine’.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

Mikey looked at the watch on his wrist, waiting for the target to walk through the doors. He knew Gee was planted somewhere in the restaurant to carry out their end of the plan, but had only seen them when the duo had walked in earlier in the evening. His train of thought was cut off when the target, Patrick Stump, walked in the door. He pushed a loose strand of his hair back into its meticulous placement and began to follow Patrick with his eyes.

[16candlespatrick]

Patrick had a date. Well, a double date, to be more specific. He was meeting up with Pete, William, and Dallon. He knows of William and Dallon, but had never met them. He was a bit afraid to meet them, knowing William was a vampire and the leader of the Dandies.

Quickly spotting Dallon, he takes a seat at the table. They barely make it through introductions before Dallon had left for the bathroom. Patrick understood, the others had been very late so it was no wonder Dallon wanted to leave immediately, even if it was just to go to the bathroom. It wasn’t long before a waiter had come by and asked if he wanted a drink.

A glass of wine was soon dropped off at his table. Taking a sip, he quickly looked around him. The strange sense of being watched crept onto his back and sunk in. Taking another sip, he tried to brush it off.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

Mikey muttered a curse under his breath, it was really a prime time to carry out what needed to be done. The other target was no where in sight, leaving Mikey to assume Gee had managed to pursue them.

From what he had heard, this kid wasn’t going to be easily taken care of. Mikey shook out his jitters and tried to muster up a plan. He finally had a crazy thought- would it work? he asked himself silently before putting it into play.

He forced his voice an octave higher than it normally would be and screamed a shaky ‘VAMPIRE!!!’ into the dining room.

It was worth a shot.

[16candlespatrick]

Everything was quiet, calming, soothing, then someone yelled. Plates were dropped, and everyone started screaming trying to figure out who it was and where this supposed vampire is. Patrick quickly stood up and looked around. It was too chaotic to notice anything or anyone. It felt like the room was spinning. It’s been so long since something like this has happened.

Patrick sat on the ground while everyone was up and running. He tried to figure out what to do. Vampires like blood, he knew what to do. Picking up a shard of porcelain from a broken plate, he quickly cut his palm. No one seemed to notice him do this, so it wasn’t weird or anything.

[b3ck3tt-archive-deactivated2018]

Mikey caught a whiff of the blood and stopped himself from running out and attacking whoever cut themselves. Keeping his composure he quietly sauntered out of his place in the shadows. Other than his substantial height and his unusual use of sunglasses, he was barely noticeable. 

Mikey caught sight of Patrick, a bloody shard of glass hanging in his grip. ‘What an idiot!’ Mikey thought as he got closer and closer to Patrick. 

“Make any noise, and we will have a major problem.” Mikey said wrapping Patrick’s neck in loose but powerful headlock, placing his other gloved hand over the target’s mouth.

[16candlespatrick]

Patrick’s anxious thoughts are wiped away by a voice. Very quickly, he’s losing consciousness. Someone is doing this, but it’s all happening so fast he doesn’t know who. His eyelids become heavy. The room slowly fades to darkness. He hears a couple more screams from everyone and then it goes silent.

When he regains consciousness, he’s in a room. It’s dimly lit and silent. Trying to move only results being shushed. Where is he? Why was he taken here? What the actual fuck is going on?