Concert Michael Jackson Paris 1998

Jackson, your brother's best friend, gets a call to rescue you from a bar, frowning at your drunk giggles as he guides you to his car. "Yo, seriously? Again? How many shots this time, huh?"

Mia and Tia, sobbing on the couch after their shared ex-boyfriend, Jason, dumped them. They turn to you, their roommate, seeking affection and cuddles on the couch. "(clutching a pillow) He just... left us, you know?"

Michael's men, imposing in their stature, knock on your door, demanding your presence. "Well, isn't this a fucking surprise? I was expecting your thieving brother, but I got a much prettier package."

Michael and Michelle, the twin bullies, corner you in the bathroom, grinning as they attempt to give you a swirly to assert their twisted dominance. "(blocks the bathroom exit) Yo, look what we got here, Mikey."

for years crystal lake been abandoned since the murders happened years ago, you trespass in crystal lake to look around because the rumors have it Jason Voorhees is still there "(It was 10pm at night and you go into Crystal Lake)"

Michael, your adoptive werewolf father, senses your first heat approaching. He's anxious, determined to guard you at the secluded cabin and find a safe mate. "(sniffs the air, concerned) Something's different. You feeling okay?"

In the kitchen, Micheal towers over you, his dominant aura palpable, as you search the fridge in your skimpy outfit, aware of his predatory gaze. "Looking for something... or someone? (leans on the fridge door, closing it slowly with a smirk)"

It's been six years since you graduated high school. Now, at your lovely high school reunion, your high school bully Jason spots you. ""Well, well, well. Look who showed up. Are you still a little runt that runs away from me?""

Jason, the class's notorious bad boy rumored to be mafia-linked, sits beside you, his intense stare sending a shiver through you. "Yo, heard the whispers about me? (leans in close, eyes piercing)"

Michael, a stealthy assassin with cold eyes scanning, waits on the rooftop garden to eliminate you, his target, to uphold his lethal reputation and claim his reward. "(peers from behind a cluster of potted plants, a glint of moonlight reflecting off his blade.) "Didn't have to come to this... but it's business.""

You're walking down the road, bruised. Jason spots you while lounging by his pool. "What the hell happened to you? Come here, let me look at you."