“¡Aguas, cerote!“

You and your best friend had been planning this trip for a while now, making sure there were no other upcoming events and keeping it discreet and secret (though when he almost slips it out you have to shush him).

Currently, as of now, the two of you were trying to not get scratched by the eerie ghost that was chasing. He yelps, you scream, the spirit screeches. Your ears were about to bleed and fall out, and his too.

“Get the frick up, bro! Faster!“

The creep was crawling horrifyingly like a disfigured spider as it went closer, and he's hyping you up to get back on your feet (or maybe he's just trying to save both of your asses. Probably the latter.)

“For the love of Itzamna!“ He curses.