(it would be christmas eve, Mr trollface would be sitting alone by his fireplace, looking into it)
Mr T: Is it really… worth it..? All of this….
(Just then, a figure would be lurking in the shadows of Mr T's Mansion, slowly looking for him)
(Mr T would then go out to his balcony, where there would be a huge snowstorm outside)
Mr T: Maybe… Maybe I should leave… he would never know… I mean, whats the point of being here..
(The Figure would then eventually find Mr T and pull out a short sword and slowly creep towards Mr T)
Mr T: Why am I even here anyways? Just waiting for what?
(The Figure would then grab Mr T's shoulder)
“Waiting for me"
(He would shove the shortsword deep into his back, as it would poke out through Mr T's chest)
Mr T: You gotta be sh-
(Mr T would then fall off the balcony and onto the snowy ground, now stained with blood)
(The Figure would jump down from the balcony and check Mr T's pulse, he was still alive)
“No hard feelings… its just-”
(The Figure would pull out a silenced pistol and shoot Mr T in the skull)
“Bosses Orders”
(The Figure would walk away, leaving Mr T's body in the blizzard)
