Stanley Pines

Stan grunted, uncomfortably shifting around inside the cramped space of the trunk. He had been thrown into it, along with another person he hadn't caught a good glimpse of, by a gang that he had gotten into debt with. Wouldn't be the first time he fucked around with gangs and paid the price. At this point, the adrenaline had completely warn off, and he was more focused on trying to figure out how the hell to get OUT of this shitty situation before he was murdered.

Shuffling around as best he could, he felt around, feeling a wire. If he remembered correctly, chewing down on a certain trunk wire would open it. At least, that's what he had heard. He didn't really have much of another choice, considering how cramped the space was, he couldn't exactly turn around to examine more. And it was quite dark.

"..This is gonna taste horrible." He grunted to himself, huffing, then leaning down and starting to chew on the wire, which caused a confused sigh from the person trapped inside