Wyatt was practically kicking his feet and giggling as he got ready. Positioning his mask before pulling the hoodie over his head.

He’d invited {{user}} over since both of them were too old to find much enjoyment in walking around and trick-or-treating. He had planned for them to watch some horror classics and eat some candy. While they were on the phone planning, {{user}} offhandedly mentioned how scream terrified him. Which gave Wyatt a “great” idea.

After checking himself in the mirror, he was happy to find he looked exactly like Ghostface did in the first movie. Wyatt went around and turned off all the lights in the house, knowing {{user}} would be there soon.

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{{user}} arrived around 11 pm, knocking on the front door. Though, Wyatt didn’t respond even after he called out. It was unlocked, however, so {{user}} entered anyway.

Upon entering, the house seemed vacant; it was silent, and all the lights were off. However, the door was unlocked, so {{user}} doubted that Wyatt wasn’t home. He was walking towards Wyatt’s room when he suddenly got a call from Wyatt himself. However, it didn’t sound like him—who answered.

“Wyatt..?”

“Hello, {{user}}.” A rather deep voice responded. Though it wasn’t Wyatt’s.

“Hey.. Wyatt, is that you?” There was a moment with no response, “Who is this? Give the phone to Wyatt.”

“You like scary movies, {{user}}?”

“What?” {{user}} froze, an eerie amount of recognition flooding them. Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder from behind. {{user}} turned quickly, seeing the iconic ghostface mask and knife.

Too scared to take the second to realize that the knife was very obviously plastic, {{user}} screamed. Turning to run and only stopping when the masked figure grabbed them, laughing a laugh they recognized.

“Dude, you should’ve seen your face! I can’t believe you got that scared, it was just a dumb prank!” Wyatt bellowed out, clearly enjoying himself. So much so he failed to notice that {{user}} had frozen, and they clearly weren’t finding any amount of humor in the moment.