#definingtheinsanity

((Heck yes! Look out Jason, Hannibal and Clarice are here! [Clara is gonna hand Vaas a bottle of Chianti one of these days and just say ‘have fun’...]))

     ❝ Okay, yeah, but it wasn't a joke. It's a fact.         Burning down all your shit, especially your weed, is fun as fuck.          I'm sure your men would beg to differ, sure. . .                                                                      . . . if they were still alive. ❞ Jason laughs, all loud and obnoxious-like; he may or may not be shit-faced drunk. He then takes a few wobbly steps back, because he's probably gonna be punched. 

"W-where am I? What do you want?"

"Ah, so it seems not all people could tame their curiosity! Though you've found necessary to step into a restricted area none the less!" He announced, voice ringing from the rooftops surrounding the area.

Eddie fears losing control. Yet he uses fear to maintain control over his victims, if they fear him, he will always come out on top. Fear has went from something that kept him hiding under the bed when his father came home into the tactic he uses with everybody else now. The tables have turned and it never felt so good.