Halloweekend

Halloweekend

Summary: When a traveling interactive haunted house pops up near your hometown, your best friend Alex knows this will be the perfect way to get you into the Halloween spirit. Unfortunately for you, she left out a few key details. Word Count: 1k Disclaimer: This is not about the men behind the masks. I’m basing this solely off of their on-stage personas.

Alex: still on for the sleepover Y/N: obviously!!! Alex: perfect, I’ll be over in 20

It’s officially the day before Halloween weekend, and your annual horror movie marathon sleepover is underway. While many in your hometown see Halloween as just another holiday, you’ve always taken it very seriously. It’s the one time of the year when dressing up and having weird interests are celebrated instead of looked down upon. Pocketing your phone, you turn your attention back to setting up.

The apartment you’ve rented isn’t too spacious, but it’s enough for you, and the cozy decor you’ve thrifted over the years only adds to the ambiance. Throwing on a spooky playlist, you set off to light some candles and turn off the overhead light that always tends to give you a headache. Yeah, the amount of lamps and flames you have around probably isn’t the safest in this rickety old building, but what matters right now is that the vibe is set for a night of slasher flicks and chit chat.

You’ve compiled a list of tonight’s horror films and some blankets that lie in a heap on your living room floor. The thought of lying down in them until Alex gets here is tempting, but you still have to pop a pizza in the oven, and watching a bunch of movies without some sort of snack just sounds like torture. So that’s what you do, setting a timer and walking back to the living room, you finally pick up the tv remote and open up your streaming service of choice. You have a general list of movies you want to get through, but you’re open to those changing throughout the night as well.

An incessant knock at your door jolts you awake from your impromptu nap. 

Wait shit, how long have I been sitting here?

Rolling your eyes at the continuous noise, you stretch and finally get up from the couch to let Alex in. She’s always been the type to pull at car door handles before it's even unlocked, and as annoying as it can be, you can’t help but smile. Being childhood best friends, it only makes sense that these sleepovers have become a sort of ritual for the two of you. Yanking open the door mid-knock, you’re greeted with your best friend’s infectious smile and a bag that seemingly carries everything she’s ever owned in it.

Alex pushes past you and stumbles into the living room with a “God, it’s so good to finally see you again!” Without another word, she’s plopping her bag down and fishing out some snacks, drinks, and even more blankets she brought with her, seemingly dead set on getting the night started as soon as possible. You close the door and head into your kitchen to get the pizza out of the oven as you both chatter on about what you’ve been up to these past couple of weeks.

You were finally able to get into the groove of your new bartending position, and with it being in the city, the money’s good, so you can’t really complain about working long nights. Turning back to the living room, Alex has already started laying out the blankets and pillows, making sure there’s enough padding and space for you both to comfortably lounge on the floor. Looking up at you, she smiles again, “I’m so glad this one’s a good fit for you. I know how much you love being a part of nightlife. I still can’t believe I’m in my last year of med school. It’s honestly a bit jarring.”

You head back into the living room, plated pizza slices in both hands, and set them down on the coffee table before plopping down next to her. “I know you’ll be in the throes of work in no time. I mean hell, you psychoanalyze me any chance you get. You’re a natural at it!” Alex playfully punches you before reaching for a slice of pizza. You always know how to calm her anxieties, and she can’t help but agree with you on that last part.

Settling into your spot on the floor, you decide to start the night off with a classic. Friday the 13th. It’s probably not the best idea to be eating while watching slasher films, with the gore and all, but the campiness is too good to pass up. Soon enough, the banter has started back up, and you both have somehow turned watching horror movies into a comedy show. Alex insists she could survive the killer, while you point out how she can’t even walk without falling over thin air.

The gruesome nature of the film falls flat and turns to background noise as you ramble on about how obvious the special effects are and claim you could “do them so much better.” The credits roll, and you get up to put your dishes in the sink, asking Alex to pick the next movie. Her choice was Terrifier, and you can’t help but smile at how well she knows your tastes.

“Obviously, you’d pick that one.” You say with an eyeroll, and it’s quickly countered with “Oh please, I know how much you love clowns. You’re a proud monsterfucker, said it yourself only like, a million times.” Now it’s your turn to act offended, gasping and clutching your nonexistent pearls. This earns you a boisterous laugh as you enter back into the living room, returning to your spot.

~

Your final movie of the night ends, and both you and Alex find yourselves lying down. The room turns quiet except for the faint hum of your dishwasher going and the occasional car passing from the street below. Checking your phone, you find it’s only 2am, not too bad. You got through most of the films you wanted, but mostly just enjoyed the time catching up and gossiping.

Before you can make any moves to turn the tv off, Alex’s sleepy voice pipes, “Oh also, I need you awake by noonish. We’re going on an adventure and have to leave the house at 4.” Turning to her with your face scrunched in confusion, she just smiles and yawns, adding on “I’m not gonna tell you what we’re doing either, just trust me dude. It’ll be fun!” There’s a glint of mischief in her eye, as she successfully caught you before you started asking about any specifics.

Even if you were to ask now, you wouldn’t get a response as Alex had quickly fallen asleep. With a lighthearted headshake, you turn the tv off, set an alarm on your phone, and lie back down. Trying to fall asleep, you can’t help but run through all your past adventures with Alex, trying to puzzle piece together what exactly she has in mind. Thankfully, exhaustion kicks in before you can preemptively decide not to go, your body slumping as you fall into a peaceful sleep. Or at least as peaceful as it can be, being on the floor and not your bed.

Author Note: Our eepy boys will show up soon, but I wanted the first chapter to kinda set the scene. Please let me know if y'all have any constructive criticism, as I'm still new to fanfic writing <3