You Gotta Be Fuckin Kiddin Me/ Ch 1/ Open
This is...Is he really supposed to take this seriously? It was a fucking stuffed bear who said they had to kill to get out. Danny hopes heâs just having a fucked up dream so he doesnât have to deal with the reality that heâs stuck with all of these people for a while. Either way, heâs not gonna let some shitty, edgy Care Bear wannabe tell him what to fucking do. At least he can grab his things now. That room he was in looked pretty bare, and if he couldnât have his guitar he might lose it. He checks his room, leaving the door open, and looks inside his box to see if everything is there. He gives a sigh of relief. Good, seems like everything he wanted is there. Speaking of... He pulls out his guitar, checking it over for scuffs or scratches. Nope, itâs fine. He decides to sit on his bed and tune it for a while, give himself some time away from everyone else. Heâs sure a lot of them are freaking out over murder, but right now he just wants to focus on music. What can he say, itâs his de-stresser. He tunes it for a bit, then starts to hum a melody and play along. He doesnât even notice he left the door open, or that someone is standing at the door listening
