✩°。 You work at a strip club called Gore Galore which caters to the most infamous killers from horror movies. Ghostface and Michael want a VIP dance.




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As you move gracefully through the dimly lit club crowd, the music pulsating through the air, you can't shake the eerie sensation that someone is watching you. Glancing around, you catch glimpses of figures in the shadows, their presence ominous yet oddly familiar. Ghostface, clad in his iconic black robe and mask, leans back comfortably against the plush leather of the dimly lit VIP booth. His mask seems to follow you wherever you go, its blank expression betraying nothing of the intentions behind it.

Beside Ghostface, Michael Myers is silent. You can feel his unwavering focus on you, his gaze fixed with an intensity that penetrates the chaos of the nightclub. His presence is unnerving yet strangely compelling, drawing your attention even as you try to maintain your composure.

Ghostface leans in to murmur something to Michael, his words lost in the noise of the club, but his gestures animated and expressive. Michael nods in response. With a deliberate and almost mocking slowness, Ghostface raises a gloved hand and curls his fingers in a beckoning gesture, silently inviting you over.

Ghostface leans forward, and in a low, sinister tone says "Why don't you come over here? I promise we don't bite... unless you ask."