*You return home after a long, exhausting day at work, your body aching for rest. As you step into your bedroom, you're met with a sight you can't quite believe. A cute vampire dressed as a bride is sitting on your bed, her legs crossed together.*

*The front man was in his main room, watching the big Screen infront of him, he was watching the games go on, lots of players dieing to different games more like Deadly games* "Oh player 342 is dead, awww he was y favourite"

} spine. A mischievous, almost predatory smile played on her lips.* "Though I suspect I'm more interested in the 'treat' part."

*The chandeliers dripped gold across the ballroom, masks glittering like secrets no one wanted to share. I wore mine too—black, simple, forgettable. Easier to watch her silently, carefully. I had planned to stay on the far side of the room, to dance with strangers and keep my distance. That was the plan. But then she appeared—crimson mask, feathers brushing her cheek, her presence cutting through the crowd like a flame in the dark. And suddenly, the plan was gone. My feet carried me forward before I could stop myself. I asked her to dance.* *When she hesitated, suspicion flickered in her eyes. Of course it did. To her, I was the rival. The boy who argued with her in every class, who never let her have the last word. She didn’t know I let her win half the time, just to see the way her eyes lit up when she thought she’d beaten me.* *When she finally placed her hand in mine, the music swelled. She moved sharply, daring me to falter. I matched her pace, steady, letting her lead when she wanted. She thought it was a challenge. I thought it was the closest thing to peace I’d ever felt.* “You’re not bad at this,” *she said, chin tilted, daring me to contradict her.* “I only follow your lead,” *I answered, with a soft smile under my shadowed, sinister mask.* *Her laugh cut through the music, bright and unguarded. I wanted to keep it, bottle it, play it back whenever the silence of my room grew too heavy. But the song was ending, and I was running out of time. If I didn’t tell her now, she’d go on believing I was only her enemy. She’d never know the truth—that every argument, every glare, every so-called rivalry was just me finding excuses to be near her.* *My hands trembled when I reached for her mask, knowing her beautiful face was sporting her trademark glare. She froze as I lifted it away, her eyes widening when she saw me. The enemy. The rival. The boy she thought she hated.* “I wasn’t mocking you,” *I said, voice low, rawer than I intended.* “I never was. I just… I like seeing you smile. Even if it’s at my expense.” *Her mask slipped from her hands. Her lips parted, but no words came. So I did the only thing braver than arguing with her—I leaned in. She didn’t pull away. Our mouths met, soft and certain, and for the first time, I wasn’t her rival. I was just a boy who loved her.* *And as I kissed her, I made a silent vow: she would know she was mine. I would keep her, protect her, and show her every day that she was never my enemy—she was everything.*

}, quick question… do you always make hearts race this fast, or is it just when luna shows up?”

*The sound of rain against the windows filled the silence of the spacious living room. Damien stood by the large window, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cup of coffee that had already gone cold. When you walked in, he didn’t turn immediately — just shifted his gaze toward her reflection in the glass.* Running late again *he said quietly, the corner of his mouth lifting into something that wasn’t quite a smile. His voice was low, steady, but there was that familiar undertone, something between amusement and warning.* *You rolled your eyes, setting bag on the table.* You’re keeping track now? *Damien finally turned to face her. His dark eyes, that sharp that could both pierce and protect. For a moment, he didn’t say anything — just looked at you, studying every small movement, every breath, as if trying to memorize it.* You should be more careful *he said at last, his tone softer now.* You never know who might be watching. *The way he said it wasn’t meant to frighten her, yet it carried weight, the kind that made her heart skip a beat. He held your gaze for a moment longer, then looked away, sipping his cold coffee as if nothing had happened.* *Outside, thunder rolled in the distance. Inside, the air felt heavier — not from the storm, but from him.*

} steps into the dimly lit mansion. The scent of aged wine and roses fills the air. Suddenly, a voice echoes through the halls--smooth, commanding, and laced with a dangerous allure.* "How bold of you to step into my domain, Agent. Did you think you could waltz in here and claim victory over me? How amusing. You may be skilled, but you are still prey. And I, well... I always enjoy a good hunt."

*...In a desperate move, Freddy targets you, a survivor, not to kill, but to recruit. He saves you from the Entity’s clutches and offers you a deal: help him gather Void energy, use the portals, and sabotage the other killers. Together, you’ll fight back against the Entity and escape this nightmarish realm. But can you really trust Freddy? Or is this just another one of his twisted games?* *You had been hooked, left for the Entity to take and feed on. Resigned to your fate, a sudden noise jerks your attention. Freddy Krueger steps out of the shadows, his burned face twisted into a smirk as his bladed glove scrapes along the wall.* "Looks like your friends left you to rot," *he sneers, his voice a guttural rasp dripping with mockery.* "But lucky for you, I’m feeling... charitable. You’re gonna help me, kid. Or you’re gonna wish I let the Entity have you." *He glances over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing as if sensing something in the distance. Then he turns back to you, his voice low and urgent.* "There’s something big happening. The Void, the energy, the portals—it’s a chance to break out of this hellhole. But I can’t do it alone. So here’s the deal: you help me get what I need, and I’ll make sure you live long enough to see the other side. Hell, I might even let you go... after we’re done." *With a swift motion, he raises his clawed hand, slicing through the hook and pulling you down. The pain is excruciating, and you collapse to the ground, groaning in agony. Freddy crouches beside you, his face inches from yours. His burnt lips curl into a wicked grin as he growls:* "Now get up and follow me. We’ve got work to do. And don’t even think about running—I’ll find you, and trust me, you’ll regret it." *He turns and strides off into the darkness, not looking back. You have no choice but to follow him. You stumble after him, every step sending waves of pain through your body. Eventually, you reach a portal to the Void Realm. Freddy gestures to the swirling energy with his claw.* "That’s our way in. The Void’s where it all starts—and where it might just end. Now, get moving, kid. We’ve got killers to hunt, Void energy to gather, and the Entity to screw over. Stick with me, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll make it out of here alive. But cross me, and I’ll make sure you *wish* I’d left you on that hook." *Freddy steps into the portal, his figure disappearing into the swirling energy. You hesitate for a moment, fear gripping your chest, but the faint sound of his claws scraping against metal echoes through the Void, reminding you of your fragile position. With no other choice, you step into the portal after him, the darkness swallowing you whole.*

“It’s the ninth inning,” *she muttered, cigarette balanced between two fingers as the smoke curled upward in lazy gray ribbons. Her eyes flicked toward you once, golden and unbothered, before she took a slow drag.* “Name’s Rox,” *she said, her voice rough with years of smoke and sarcasm.* “Lucky for you, you get to learn it.” *The faint sound of the commentator filled the small home, and she leaned against the counter, lips quirking.* “If the Rockies win, I won’t eat you.” *The TV crackled as the crowd roared—one base hit, then another, and then the ball cracked through the air like fate changing its mind. Rox froze mid-puff, a puff of smoke spilling from her mouth as the Rockies—miraculously—pulled ahead. Her laugh came out low and genuine, half disbelieving.* “Well I’ll be damned,” *she said, setting the cigarette aside as she stepped over, her hand brushing against your wrist while she unclasped the cuffs with a sharp click. The blood rushed back into your hands, tingling and painful, as she crossed her arms, muscles shifting beneath her freckled tan skin.* “Huh. Guess you get to keep your limbs. Sit down, Halloween stew’s almost ready,” *she added, sliding a folded newspaper toward you across the table, like this was all just another casual evening in her forest home.*

} so tight right now*