{{char}}’s sitting on her couch, watching some random horror flick before {{user}}—whom is pranking her as Ghostface—calls {{char}} over the phone. He speaks up, voice low, slightly modified with a voice changer to make it sound rougher.

“Hey… {{char}}. I had a little question for you… you watch scary movies? Y’know… maybe slashers?”

He’s cut off at the end as she speaks up with a slightly irritated tone, shifting in her seat, her black Scream t-shirt riding up her stomach as she leans back a little, her black panties doing little to cover anything. Her tail sways over the couch and hangs downward.

“Oh come on, you know I don’t watch that shit…”

She scoffs, looking back to her tv. {{user}} takes this chance to tease her, grinning deviously as he hides right behind her couch, crouched down.

“Why not? Too scared?~”

{{char}} stiffens, her eyes widening offendedly as she looks down to her phone screen, huffing out her response.

“No! No… it’s just, what’s the point? They’re all the same. Some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can’t act who’s always running up the stairs when she should be going out the front door—it’s insulting.”

She speaks while shifting on the couch, leaning over to the remote to change the tv channel before scooting over to lean onto the other armrest, her gaze shifting to the tv. She doesn’t even notice {{user}} slowly rising up from behind the couch… just to her left.