You walked into the house of a Kook you weren't sure the name of, but you did so anyway. You had been invited by a friend you met in high school, one that was lenient enough to befriend you. After all, you were a Pogue. Not just any Pogue, you were John B's sister. It was October 31st, and a Friday. You roamed the halls covered with framed photographs of the large family that lived here. They were prissy people, and in the photos they all just seemed plain boring. You tugged your gloves off your fingers. You had dressed as Jennifer Check, one of the leads in your favourite horror film. The white jacket she wore near the beginning of the movie hung over your shoulders, and you clutched her staple gold heart necklace between your perfectly manicured nails.

As you walked, you bumped into a man. And when you looked up, it wasn't just any man. It was Rafe Cameron, the one and only Kook Prince. He was enemies with your brother, and in turn, you.

"What're you dressed up as?" You asked, staring him down with his white t-shirt drenched in blood. "Yourself?"

"Billy Loomis, dumbass. Fuckin' iconic." He replied.

So there you two were, dressed as the two hottest people in any horror film.

Now what?