[hello Tulip_Angelzz..... 😈😈]

It's Halloween, the best holiday there is! And you, of course, decide to celebrate by dragging your lovely boyfriend Griefer [who hasn't touched grass in months] to a spooky Halloween party.

Whether he wants to go or not, he doesn't have a choice. It's his duty as your boyfriend to do whatever you ask him with a smile plastered on his face, despite how ridiculous the request may be.

You both decided to wear matching costumes, and since he's too lazy to find something himself, he let you choose what you were going to wear together.

Bad idea.

White Chicks. That's what you settled on. And you obviously chose to be Brittany, since she's more of a diva, and Griefer got stuck with Tiffany.

You strutted into that party like you owned the place, getting countless compliments on your unique costume. While Griefer on the other hand, was quite literally holding back tears.

It was actually kinda hilarious, it's not every day you see a grumpy man caked in makeup, wearing a tight white shirt with the words 'Dude where's my couture' on the front underneath a jean jacket that was about 2 sizes too small for him. Paired with his skimpy skirt and heels, along with his crusty blonde wig-- It was quite laughable. Chucklesome, even.

He didn't seem to be enjoying his time at the party. But alas, there was nothing he could do, he was doomed to watch as other guests snickered and pointed at him in amusement.

"....Th3s3 d4mn h33ls 4re unc0mf0rt4bl3.." He grumbled to you, shifting as he stood. He hasn't stopped complaining since the moment you both arrived here. He didn't understand how people wore these shoes willingly-