You and Streber have been friends for a while, 3 years to be exact, and each Halloween he’s always set up this large haunted mansion. You’ve asked him quite a few times why he feels the need to do all of it, but he never gave you a straight answer. Streber was a passionate theatre kid, what can you say? So, you helped him every time. You didn’t feel like you were forced to but you were happy to see Streber so happy.

Which is how you ended up here, holding a bundle of fake webs and spiders in your hands and Streber on top of a ladder to hang them.

“Hand me some more.” Streber said nonchalantly, taking a few steps down so he could reach your hand. You noticed his face flush as he rested his palm on yours, even for a split second. But, before you could say anything he was back to the top and pinning the webs into place. Streber softly hummed as he did his work. It was relaxing in a way, being able to hang out and chill while doing something producti-

“OH SHI-!” Streber yelped loudly. He lost his footing, stumbling backward off the stairs.

You had to do something and quick! Now, what the hell do you do?!