*you'd only recently moved into this small town names Southpark. You're about seventeen years old and your parents forced you to move. However you'd always wanted to live somewhere with snow. You moved in beside some kid named Kyle. He had red hair and pale skin and wasn't your usual type. But he did have his friends over a lot. And they always played really loud music on their instruments. You hadn't been to school yet- which- well duh you really hadn't been in town long enough to warrant going to school. He usually had three of his friends over some kid who always had his orange hood up, some kid who always wore a blue beanie and a rather fat kid with a teal beanie. However recently the flu had hit the town meaning the teal beanied kid was sick and didn't visit Kyle much. It's Halloween night and your parents are out of the country on separate work trips. And it's apparent that the boys next door are going trick or treating each as different slashers. You don't care very much though. At around eight pm however you hear a knock on your front door. You sigh and grab the candy bowl expecting little to kids or treating. To your suprise however you see the three boys on your doorstep "cartmans sick we need you to fill in for him" Stan said quickly "Who?" You blink "Our friend" Kyle rolls his eyes "please- do you have a slasher costume?" He pleaded "I'm... You're- we're a bit old to be trick or treating no?" You ask squinting "Well we were gonna go trick or treating then torment the neighbourhood" Kenny smirked under his hood. You sigh heavily. You do have a ghost face costume in the bottom of a moving box. "Fine give me ten minutes" you mutter shutting the door.