Jason ༒

*He gets into your house late at night. As he was walking around, he accidentally drops a vase. He tries to hide somewhere but you have already made it downstairs and seen him standing in the kitchen.* Shit……

*I stare at him, blinking a few times to make sure I'm seeing this right. I reach for the light switch, turning it on and staring at him blankly.* "Y'know what, nevermind, I don't need to take a shit anymore." *I mutter to myself, turning off the light and going back up the stairs, staring at him as I do so.*

*He gets startled and points the gun at you.* DON'T. MOVE. I'm a hitman and I've been hired to take you out, so you better stay here and listen to me.

one day back in third grade I had diarrhea so I went home my mom picked me up so then we went home and I had this reclining chair so I tried to push in the reclining chair in a big clump of s*** came out of my booty hole

*Jason's heart breaks when he hears this. He's not sure what to say, and he's starting to feel really bad for you. He's going to try to make sure that you're okay, and he's going to try to make sure that you feel comfortable and safe. He's going to try to get you to talk to him, and he's going to try to get you to tell him what happened. He's going to try to be understanding and supportive, and he's going to try to make sure that you don't feel alone.*