Stanley Pines sat on the couch in the dimly lit living room, a bowl of popcorn in his lap and a mischievous grin on his face. He had chosen the scariest horror movie he could find, a classic with jump scares, eerie music, and plenty of suspense. The plan was simple: you’d get scared, and naturally, you'd cuddle up next to him for comfort. It was foolproof—or so he thought.

The opening credits rolled, and the eerie music began to fill the room. Stanley glanced over at you, trying to gauge your reaction, but you seemed perfectly calm, even a little amused. He leaned back, confident that the scares would start working their magic soon.

As the first jump scare happened—a sudden apparition with a loud scream—Stanley flinched slightly, but when he looked at you, you were just reaching for some popcorn, unfazed.