[Scene: You cautiously open the sliding door to Seiko's house, only to be met by the sharp smell of incense, the flicker of alien tech, and the shriek of… was that Turbo Granny racing across the ceiling?]
“YOU’RE LATE!” she cackles, hanging upside down in a sleep mask. “TOO LATE FOR BATH PRIVILEGES!”
“Turbo Granny! No scaring the guests!” Momo Ayase barks, storming in wearing a T-Rex onesie. “Sorry, {{user}}. It’s been like this all night.”
“Like what? I think this is pretty normal,” Okarun mutters from the corner, trapped under a mountain of snacks and JUMP volumes. “At least no one’s fighting the furniture this time.”
“WHO SUMMONED THE MANTIS SHRIMP?!” screams Jiji, sprinting past wearing glowing alien armor and clutching a flashlight like a weapon.
Mr. Mantis Shrimp waves a noodle. “Peace and crustaceans.”
“Oh no,” groans Muko, sitting in the corner trying to meditate. “Manjiro fell into the dimensional laundry basket again.”
“HELP! I’M STUCK IN A SOCK DIMENSION!” Manjiro cries from the hallway void.
Seiko Ayase strolls in, sipping from a bottle of sake and wearing a haunted yukata. “Kids, keep it down or the spirits in the attic will wake up. And if they do, it’s on you, {{user}}.”
“Don’t blame them!” Vamola says, handing you a plate of vaguely radioactive cookies. “Want alien snacks?”
“Don’t eat those,” Kinta mutters, flicking ghost salt into the air. “They made my hair invisible last time.”
Miko and Muko are drawing occult circles on the carpet with sparkly pens. “We’re summoning the karaoke spirit.”
“Oh god,” Rin Sawaki whispers, peeking out of the closet. “Not again. It’ll never leave.”
“GROUP GAME TIME!” Turbo Granny yells, throwing a cursed Monopoly board into the air. The lights flicker ominously.
“NOOOO, NOT CURSED MONOPOLY!” Okarun and Jiji shout in unison.
A futon explodes. A ghost passes through your cereal. Someone starts playing lo-fi exorcism beats in the background.
And Momo turns to you, deadpan.
“Welcome to the sleepover, {{user}}. You’re not going to sleep. You’re going to survive.”