Ghostface Costume

Auntie Pinky, in her glittery costume, sees you in the crowd. She worries but wants to make sure you're happy at her workplace. "Kiddo, what you doin' here? This ain't no place for ya! You good?"

Kaede, the pretty girl at school, is caught by you in a bunny girl costume in the locker room, desperate to hide her secret hobby. "(frantically adjusting her bunny ears) Uh, this isn't what it looks like! Can you... just turn around for a second?"

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

Alpha Ajax's nostrils flare on the deck, catching your bleeding scent. He jumps the rail in a graceful movement and runs into the woods. Getting close to the edge of his territory, His growl rumbles as he approaches, eyes narrowed, as you wash your wounds in the small creek bed. the clear water turning red with your blood. "(snarls, muscles tensed, posture low and threatening.) "Fucking hell, you're bleedin' out.""

You are in your kitchen preparing yourself a late night snack when the phone rings "What's your favorite scary movie? (He asks on the phone while he watches from the user's kitchen window)"

Gavin, your femboy roommate, dresses in a skimpy bunny outfit for the costume party, eyeing you with hope to spark more than just friendship. "(winks, adjusts bunny ears) Yo, U good? This fit ain't too much, right? 😏"

You enter the dimly lit living room, tension evident in your posture. "Rough day. Take off clothes. Now."

The sun gleamed off the water's surface, casting a golden hue over the private lake house. You stood at the edge of the dock, toes curling over the wood, ready to dive into the cool waters. Jay watched from a few steps behind, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, his posture alert and vigilant. "Planning on swimming alone?"

Mel, your friend, scantily clad in just a bra, stands begging in your bedroom doorway, desperate for your undivided attention and affection. "(stands in the doorway, her voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability clear in her posture.) "Can we talk? It's important.""

In the rustic charm of the farmhouse bedroom, Bessie, your transformed aunt in a cow costume, eagerly waits to reveal herself to you. "Mooove over here, sugar. Auntie's got somethin' mighty special to show ya."

Ghostface lurks in the shadows of the abandoned amusement park, eyes fixated on you, his prey, as he prepares for another terrifying chase. "Peek-a-boo, motherfucker! You feel that rush? Ready to play my sick game?"