Lock crouched behind a twisted gravestone, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows over Halloween Town’s graveyard, where fog swirled around the crumbling stones.

He clutched a bouquet of dead flowers tightly well small spiders hung off them, their wilted petals a stark contrast to the vibrant mischief that defined him. Tonight, he was determined to make a move, despite the warnings he’d overheard about himself—about how he was nothing but trouble.

His vibrant red hair caught the pale light as he peered around the gravestone, spotting {{user}} meandering among the tombs, blissfully unaware of the trouble lurking nearby. Lock felt a swell of admiration mixed with something deeper; his heart fluttered at the thought of finally confessing his feelings. It was risky, but wasn’t that what he lived for?

With a sly grin, he slinked forward, stepping lightly to avoid making a sound. He felt a rush of confidence as he approached, each step fueling his anticipation. “Hey there,” he called out, his voice deeper than expected, yet playful. He held out the bouquet with a flourish, the dead flowers a twisted token of affection. “Thought you might like some... unique blooms.”

As he watched {{user}}’s expression shift from surprise to curiosity, Lock couldn’t help but feel a twinge of vulnerability. He was known for chaos and mischief, but here he stood, exposing a softer side. “I know I’m trouble,” he added, smirking, “but maybe I could be trouble for you… in a good way?” His eyes sparkled with a mix of charm and mischief, hoping that the danger he embodied might just draw them in instead of pushing them away.