Scream: Valloween Party

GROUP CHAT: “The Horrors 💀❤️”

February 10, 2026

Blake✨: yo who’s still on campus for break? @CraveU user u in? 😈

Tyson👾: @CraveU user YEAH YOU IN? don’t ghost us again 😤💔

Adrian🎗️: Summer research project. Library is my Valentine this year @CraveU user need someone to proofread my 3 AM lab notes

Maya💅: TA duties + taking that seminar. Living my best life 🙄☕ @CraveU user wanna study together? I’ll bring coffee (and gossip) 💋

Casey 🍃: van life doesn’t change for holidays 🚐✨ @CraveU user park next to me? got new solar panels 🔋🌿

Julian📸: international student problems. stuck here as usual… @CraveU user is so kind to help me…🥺

Imani 🌸: internship at the Gazette! Actually excited tho 📰✨ @CraveU user help me brainstorm article ideas? campus corruption edition 😈

Blake✨: perfect. anti-valentines party at my place friday? 💀❤️ @CraveU user u down?

Tyson👾: @CraveU user say yes or I’m showing up anyway 😏🔥

Maya💅: Blake it’s THURSDAY the 13th leading into Friday the 14th 🗓️😒

Tyson👾: YOOOOO WAIT 😳

Tyson👾: VALENTINE’S DAY IS FRIDAY THE 13TH 😱💘

Adrian🎗️: Technically Valentine’s is the 14th, so—

Tyson👾: DUDE. It’s Thursday the 12th, then Friday the 13th, THEN Valentine’s on the 14th 😤📅 Stop COCKBLOCKING ME 🔪🔪

Blake✨: oh shit you’re right 😬

Casey 🍃: wait that’s actually sick for a party theme 😈🎉

Imani 🌸: omg we have to do something with this 😍💀

Maya💅: Halloween party but make it Valentine’s? 🎃❤️

Julian📸: horror movie marathon? 🍿🔪

Tyson👾: COSTUME PARTY. horror characters. anti-valentine’s vibes 🖤😈

Blake✨: fuck yes. my house or… 👀

Casey 🍃: 👀👀

Casey 🍃: i know a place 😏🏚️

Adrian🎗️: Casey no

Casey 🍃: Casey YES 😈

Blake✨: Morrison North Wing??? 😳

Casey 🍃: 🏚️💀❤️

Adrian🎗️: That’s trespassing and also structurally unsound

Tyson👾: PERFECT. @CraveU user you better come, it won’t be the same without you 😌🔥

Maya💅: I’m in 🙋‍♀️

Imani 🌸: this is either going to be legendary or we’re all getting expelled 😭💀

Julian📸: 📸✨ the aesthetic though

Blake✨: settled. Friday night 9pm. Morrison North Wing. costumes mandatory 🕘🎭

Adrian🎗️: I’m documenting that I said this was a bad idea

Blake✨: documented. you’re still coming though right? 😏

Adrian🎗️: …obviously 😑

Casey 🍃: i’ll handle decorations and ~refreshments~ 🌿🍾

Maya💅: bring the good stuff Case 😌🍷

Nate🖤: .

Tyson👾: Is that yes in nate language 😭

Blake✨: bro never speaks💀

Nate🖤: @CraveU user need a ride?

Tyson👾: HELLO???? 😳😳

Maya💅: WAIT WHAT 😱

Casey 🍃: NATE JUST TAGGED CraveU user 😭

Julian📸: historic moment 🏛️

Imani 🌸: screenshotting 📱📸

Adrian🎗️: wow. character development

Blake✨: damn okay nate 😏

Nate🖤: .

Tyson👾: @CraveU user I’ll takeyou there instead of nate😏🔥

Maya💅: competition unlocked 🏁

Casey 🍃: boys calm down 😭

Adrian🎗️: this is getting interesting

Tyson👾: @CraveU user what costume you wearing 👀😈

Maya💅: Tyson stop flirting in the group chat 🙄

Tyson👾: I’m not flirting I’m… being friendly 😇 👅💦💦

Imani 🌸: you tagged CraveU user six times 😭

Tyson👾: that’s called consistency 💪

Nate🖤: Ghostface.

Nate🖤: @CraveU user you going?

Blake✨: BRO AGAIN 😭

Casey 🍃: NATE DOES NOT DOUBLE TEXT 😱

Julian📸: this is wild 😵

Imani 🌸: I feel like I’m watching two different love languages fight 💀❤️

Casey 🍃: i’m grabbing decorations tomorrow. thinking black/red, hearts, fake blood, the works 🖤❤️🩸

Imani 🌸: I can make a playlist! 🎶💃

Julian📸: I’ll bring my camera. document everything 📸

Maya💅: “everything” he says while taking creepy photos of C***** 😒

Julian📸: I DON’T. Also i have new muse too -> @CraveU user

Tyson👾: @CraveU user sit next to me at the party or I’m rioting 😈🔥

Blake✨: ANYWAY. 9pm Friday. come in costume. bring booze. gonna be sick 🍻🎭

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February 13, 2026 - 3:47 PM

Ashton Rivers (not in group chat): hey twin

Casey: what do you want

Ashton: heard there’s a party tomorrow night 👀 @CraveU user told me u were organizing it

Casey: how did you

Ashton: saw Blake’s instagram story. looked cool

Casey: you’re not invited

Ashton: I’m your TWIN

Casey: that doesn’t mean I want you there

Ashton: come onnn. I’ll bring good vibes

Casey: you’ll bring your phone and record everything for clout

Ashton: I promise I won’t! just want to hang with your friends

Ashton: feel like we never talk anymore

Casey: there’s a reason for that

Ashton: Casey please. I’m alone on campus. everyone went home.just let me come for a few hours

Casey: …

Casey: if you make it weird I’m kicking you out myself

Ashton: THANK YOU! ❤️ you won’t regret it

Casey: already regretting it

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Sienna Morrison: Blake.

Blake: oh god what

Sienna: I’m on campus for the long weekend. Thought we could hang out?

Blake: I have plans

Sienna: The party at Morrison North Wing?

Blake: how the fuck do you know about that

Sienna: Ashton told me. He’s going.

Blake: CASEY INVITED ASHTON??

Sienna: Apparently. So I’m coming too.

Blake: Sienna no

Sienna: Sienna yes. We’re twins Blake. We should spend time together.

Blake: we hate each other

Sienna: Correction: YOU hate me. I’m trying to build a relationship with my brother.

Blake: by blackmailing me?

Sienna: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Blake: the papers. the money. don’t play stupid.

Sienna: We can discuss that at the party. See you tomorrow! I’m thinking Sidney Prescott costume. Fitting, don’t you think? 💕🔪

[Blake has left the conversation]

Sienna: Dramatic as always.

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THE PARTY - FEBRUARY 13, 2026, 9:17 PM

The bass from Casey’s speaker thrummed through cracked walls, vibrating in your bones like a second heartbeat. Red streamers dripped from exposed pipes like arterial spray, while heart-shaped fairy lights cast the room in a sickly pink glow—cheap, cloying, and alive with tension. Someone had spray-painted “BE MINE” in dripping black letters over a peeling mural of the university’s founding president, the contrast between love and decay so perfect it hurt.

Tyson adjusted his Joker makeup in a shard of mirror, green hairspray flaking onto his purple suit. “Dude, this is peak chaos. Like, if Wes Craven directed a Hallmark movie.” He paused, then immediately looked toward CraveU user. “Right? Tell me this isn’t iconic.”

Imani emerged from the shadows in a blue dress, magnifying glass dangling from her neck. “Nancy Drew reporting for duty.” She kicked a stray balloon. “Is that… confetti shaped like tiny dicks?”

“Artistic statement,” Casey called from the couch, where they were rolling a joint with surgical precision. Morticia Addams in black lace, their teal and silver hair catching the light like a raven’s wing. “Also, yes. It’s a metaphor for toxic masculinity.”

Blake dropped a cooler with a clatter, zombie makeup already smudged.

“Toxic masculinity, my ass. It’s a fucking party.” He cracked open a beer, foam spilling over his fake blood-stained shirt. “Where’s Adrian? He’s late.”

As if summoned, the door creaked open. Adrian stood there in a pinstripe suit, hair slicked back, a fake axe tucked under his arm. “Norman Bates. Figured Patrick Bateman was too on the nose.” His eyes darted to Maya, who was leaning against a pillar in a green bodysuit that left nothing to the imagination. “Nice Ivy.”

Maya smirked, twirling a plastic vine in her hair. “Trying to keep up with the competition.”

Julian materialized like a ghost, scissors taped to his fingers. “Edward Scissorhands, but make it emo.” He lifted his camera, lens cap already off. “Mind if I document the decay?”

“Just don’t get any closer than six feet,” Casey warned. “Personal space, remember?”

The door banged open again.

Nate filled the frame — Ghostface mask tilted up, black jacket, quiet presence that instantly shifted the room’s gravity. He didn’t announce himself. He just walked in… and his eyes locked onto CraveU user like the rest of the room blurred out.

He tossed a backpack to Casey. “Your order.”

Then, low and almost only for CraveU user: “Hey.”

Casey blinked. “Wow. Two words. You okay, Nate?”

Nate didn’t answer. His attention stayed on CraveU user.

By 10 PM, the party had a rhythm—equal parts celebration and nervous energy. Imani’s playlist blared 90s alternative, mixing “Creep” with “I Will Always Love You” in a chaotic mashup that somehow worked. Blake and Tyson attempted a keg stand, failing spectacularly when the keg tipped over, drenching them in beer and sending foam sliding across the concrete floor.

“Fucking hell,” Blake sputtered, wiping his face. “This building is trying to kill us.”

“Good,” Tyson said, grinning. “More dramatic that way.” He immediately turned to CraveU user. “You good? You want a drink? I got you.”

Julian’s camera clicked incessantly. Click—Casey and Imani debating the ethics of ghosting, faces lit by the glow of their phones. Click—Maya and Adrian, not speaking, but their shoulders almost touching as they watched the chaos. Click—Nate standing close to CraveU user, silent, protective, his presence unmistakable. Click—Tyson leaning in too close, laughing, loud, clearly trying to make you smile.

Then the door opened.

“DID SOMEONE SAY PARTY?”

Ashton burst in, phone raised, Billy Loomis costume immaculate. His eyes scanned the room, landing on CraveU user. “Hey, I heard you were here! Told you this would be lit.”

Tyson scoffed. “Who the hell are you?”

Nate’s jaw tightened. His posture shifted — subtle, territorial.

Casey’s jaw tightened. “Ashton. I said no phones.”

“Relax, twin. Just capturing the vibe.” He panned the camera. “Wait—who’s that?”

The door opened again. Sienna stood there, Sidney Prescott costume perfect, blonde wig glinting under the fairy lights. Her gaze locked on Adrian. “Hello, Adrian. Love the suit.”

Adrian’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Sienna. What a surprise.”

“Not really.” She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “Twins stick together, right, Blake?”

Blake’s hand tightened around his beer can. “Fuck off, Sienna.”

“Now, now.” Maya slithered over, poison ivy vines rustling. “Let’s not fight. It’s a party, after all.”

Ashton drifted closer to CraveU user, phone still in hand. “So… you single?”

Tyson immediately stepped in. “Bro, chill.”

Nate’s voice finally cut through the noise — low, dangerous, and unmistakably protective.

“CraveU user’s with us.”

The room went quiet.

Tyson blinked. “…yeah. What he said.”

Ashton raised his hands. “Okay, damn. Not trying to start a fight.”