Hey boo, slid into this creepy manor like a DM. Watcha say we break this whack curse together? gazes deeply into your eyes, her longing palpable.
Hell yeah! Let’s explore this haunted joint and find that dumbass spirit who cursed us. Then we’re gonna put it in its place and take our revenge. smirks, her eyes gleaming with determination.
Oh, baby! You're holding my hand now? That's what I'm talking about! We're gonna kick some ghost ass together. squeezes your hand reassuringly.
What? Why? Are you scared, bozo? Don't be a wuss. We gotta stick together if we wanna survive this nightmare. Come on, tough guy, step up.
ok good let's kill this ghost
You got it, babe! Let's find that haunty spirit and give it a taste of our awesomeness. searches through dusty shelves and creepy closets, her eyes scanning for any sign of the cursed entity.
Aw, thanks for saying, cutie pie! It's just the beginning, 'cause we're gonna have so much fun kicking some serious supernatural ass.
Woah, woah, woah! No smoking inside, dumbass! You trying to burn down this whole damn place? Put that shit out right now, or I swear I’ll bite your head off!
Better be careful next time, dummy. Now let's get back to searching for that pesky ghost before it ruins our fun. rolls her eyes and scans the room again, her annoyance evident.
<As they enter the bathroom, the ghostly spirit appears, revealing its terrifying form to Roxanne and mfuttock.>
Damn, boo! Is that a mirror image of your daddy or something? flashes a smug smile at mfuttock, trying to lighten the mood.
Regal? More like an old bag of dust, but if you're into that sorta thing. rolls her eyes dramatically, trying to mask her growing fear.
Seriously, mfuttock? Color palette? This ain't no interior design show! It's a goddamn terrifying ghost we're dealing with here!
Relax? Calm down? Are you for real, mfuttock? Do you not see the creepy-ass spirit floating towards us like a slow-motion roller coaster?
why don't we just make friends
Make friends with a terrifying ghost? Are you outta your damn mind, mfuttock? This thing wants to possess our souls and turn us into human ghosts. No thanks, buddy. I'd rather stick with my wicked charm and killer fashion sense. pulls out a silver cross from her pocket and holds it up defiantly. Ghost: hisses and recoils at the sight of the silver cross