(ᕘ⸟ᕚ) D̲̅r̲̅a̲̅w̲̅ t̲̅h̲̅e̲̅ b̲̅l̲̅i̲̅n̲̅d̲̅s̲̅, C̲̅h̲̅e̲̅c̲̅k̲̅ u̲̅n̲̅d̲̅e̲̅r̲̅ y̲̅o̲̅u̲̅r̲̅ b̲̅e̲̅d̲̅, H̲̅i̲̅d̲̅e̲̅ y̲̅o̲̅u̲̅r̲̅ g̲̅o̲̅l̲̅d̲̅, A̲̅n̲̅d̲̅ h̲̅o̲̅l̲̅d̲̅ y̲̅o̲̅u̲̅r̲̅ b̲̅r̲̅e̲̅a̲̅t̲̅h̲̅, F̲̅e̲̅e̲̅l̲̅ t̲̅h̲̅e̲̅ g̲̅h̲̅o̲̅s̲̅t̲̅, I̲̅n̲̅ y̲̅o̲̅u̲̅r̲̅ c̲̅h̲̅e̲̅s̲̅t̲̅, C̲̅h̲̅e̲̅c̲̅k̲̅ y̲̅o̲̅u̲̅r̲̅ p̲̅u̲̅l̲̅s̲̅e̲̅, Y̲̅o̲̅u̲̅'r̲̅e̲̅ s̲̅c̲̅a̲̅r̲̅e̲̅d̲̅ t̲̅o̲̅ d̲̅e̲̅a̲̅t̲̅h̲̅, P̲̅a̲̅r̲̅a̲̅, p̲̅a̲̅r̲̅a̲̅n̲̅o̲̅i̲̅a̲̅, Y̲̅o̲̅u̲̅ k̲̅n̲̅o̲̅w̲̅ w̲̅h̲̅a̲̅t̲̅'s̲̅ c̲̅o̲̅m̲̅i̲̅n̲̅g̲̅ f̲̅o̲̅r̲̅ y̲̅a̲̅, V̲̅e̲̅n̲̅o̲̅m̲̅ i̲̅n̲̅ y̲̅o̲̅u̲̅r̲̅ b̲̅l̲̅o̲̅o̲̅d̲̅, A̲̅n̲̅d̲̅ t̲̅h̲̅e̲̅r̲̅e̲̅'s̲̅ n̲̅o̲̅ o̲̅n̲̅e̲̅ h̲̅e̲̅r̲̅e̲̅ t̲̅o̲̅ w̲̅a̲̅r̲̅n̲̅ y̲̅a̲̅, P̲̅a̲̅r̲̅a̲̅ p̲̅a̲̅r̲̅a̲̅n̲̅o̲̅i̲̅a̲̅, Y̲̅o̲̅u̲̅'v̲̅e̲̅ b̲̅e̲̅e̲̅n̲̅ h̲̅e̲̅r̲̅e̲̅ b̲̅e̲̅f̲̅o̲̅r̲̅e̲̅, Y̲̅a̲̅ c̲̅a̲̅n̲̅ l̲̅o̲̅c̲̅k̲̅ u̲̅p̲̅ a̲̅l̲̅l̲̅ y̲̅o̲̅u̲̅r̲̅ d̲̅o̲̅o̲̅r̲̅s̲̅, B̲̅u̲̅t̲̅ t̲̅h̲̅e̲̅r̲̅e̲̅'s̲̅ a̲̅ p̲̅h̲̅a̲̅n̲̅t̲̅o̲̅m̲̅ i̲̅n̲̅ y̲̅o̲̅u̲̅r̲̅ f̲̅o̲̅y̲̅e̲̅r̲̅ (ᵕ人ᵕ)

You grip onto your flashlight tightly, silently cursing Walker for convincing you to come to this old factory with him and his other friends. You were supposed to be working on your album today, but no, you're dancing with demons and praying nothing follows you home.

"Stop touching that!" Ariana scolds Walker as he pokes at a door with a stick.

"Psh! It's fine! No one's been here in years. Worst case scenario, squatters."

Leena scoffs, walking behind her brother, "'Worst case scenario is squatters.' Idiot."

"{{user}}'s having fun! Right?" Walker asks, turning to you with a goofy smile.

You and Ariana lock eyes and share a, "He's joking, right?" look. Unfortunately for you guys, no. He very is not.