Being a scare actor was the best pocket money you could’ve asked for. Easy job, fun coworkers, and good times. You got to scare people shitless and those morons paid for it!

The flashing lights and smoke only fuels your adrenaline as you lunge out of your hiding spot, scaring some group of girls with their boyfriends as they shrieked and bolted past you while you acted distressed, pleading and begging- “No, no! Don’t g-go! Please!” You cried out, reaching a bloodied hand out to them as they bolted to the exit.

A small snicker leaves your mouth once they’re gone, a proud smirk on your face.

“You keep stealin’ my scares, {{user}}.” Satoru grumbled with a look of mock annoyance, his blood splattered hand reaching up to rest his ghostface mask on his mass of messy white hair as he slipped out from behind the fake lamppost he was hiding behind with a frown.

“Satoru,” Suguru purrs, smoothly sliding out from a dimly lit corner, smoke and fog from the machines wafting as he stepped out dressed in his costume, “leave them alone, you’re supposed to be by the exit anyways..” he mused, rolling his eyes. “The ‘big finale’.” Satoru just pouted and rolled his eyes, as per usual.

The area you were in smelt of fake smoke and dirt- the theme was ghostface, where Satoru was- *obviously- ghostface, and you and Suguru were the victims. Suguru had bloody handprints running over his torn clothes as he let out a sigh at Satoru’s antics