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i wrote a thing about how Ripley’s parents met, here you go
(not confirmed canon all the way but probably?)
'Well, this wasn't how I was expecting the night to go.'
Five university students sat in a malformed circle around a ouija board, all giggling like the buzzed morons they were save for one. Setting down her beer, the redhead leaned backward.
"Can't we just watch a movie or something, this is stupid." she groaned. "These things don't actually work, y'know."
Another student gave her an appraising look. "You don't have to play then! What's wrong, you're not scared are you?"
And there it was. The reason so many stupid people got murdered in horror movies. Instead of taking the bait, however, she rose to her feet, swiping up her beer can. "Nah, these things are just boring." she replied. "You guys have fun, think I'll crash for the night."
There was a chorus of disappointed 'aww's and a few 'good night's as she made her way upstairs to the bedroom. Despite her best nature to stick with everyone else (even if they wanted to involve themselves in some all-American stupidity), the lone student really did want to just wind down with a good movie as she could feel her eyes growing heavy behind her glasses.
Once getting to the top of the stairs, however, the feeling that she was being watched skittered up her back like a spider. Chewing lightly at the inside of her cheek, she rounded the corner and opened the bedroom door. Two bunkbeds and a sleeping bag greeted her on the other side -- they hadn't been able to secure a vacation house with five beds, sadly -- but she knew better than to breathe a sigh of relief. The student flopped onto one of the lower bunks, closing her eyes and pretending to sleep as her leg dangled idly down to the floor.
'This is stupid, but...'
That thought was cut short as a cold hand wrapped around her ankle. Biting back a scream and steadying her voice, she reminded herself not to say anything stupid and murmured, "Hi."
A moment of silence passed between herself and whatever was under her bed. Part of her prayed it was one of her stupid friends, though she seriously doubted it. All chances of that were dashed as the thing spoke, it's voice more like the sound of wind in the beginning before becoming more clear as it continued,
"That's it? Not even a scream?"
Chuckling weakly, she shrugged and shoved her glasses up her nose bridge. "I'm not very shriek-y." she said, sitting up and placing her other foot down on the floor as well. "You comin' out?"
More silence met her from the other end of the conversation, then a beleaguered sigh. "Fine." A dark mist seeped up from under the bed frame and formed into the figure of a man scratching nearly six feet with a dark coat and a wide brimmed hat. His form shifted and sputtered for a bit before snapping into focus.
"Impressive." the student said in a teasingly playful way to mask the five levels of freaked out she was at the moment. "Are you here because of, uh," she motioned to the lower level of the house, to which the man grunted noncommittally.
"It's fun to mess with kids who play with those toys, but I was kind of just waiting in the wings for them to pass out. Drunk teens are easy targets."
She clucked in mock offense, placing a palm to her chest. "I'll have you know, we're all getting plastered completely legally." Her eyes flicked to an open bag of cheetos propped against the leg of the bed frame and then to the television in the corner of the room before returning back to him. "Hey, so, I'm actually probably gonna be up for a bit longer," because you scared me awake, "Wanna watch a movie or something, unless weird shadow creatures run a strict schedule?"
Under the brim of his hat, she could just make out his eyes widening. "Uh, sure I guess." he grumbled. "I make my own hours, so a bit of slacking off would hardly matter."
"Ooh, nice. You some kind of monster-under-the-bed bigwig?"
"Something like that." he snorted, removing his hat and plopping down on the bed beside her.
Standing only to pop a tape in the player, the student tried her luck by snatching up his hat before taking a seat once more. "You dress pretty nice, for a spook." she said, placing the hat on her head. "How do I look?"
Hazel eyes under messy brown hair flicked toward her, at first narrowed in irritation but then softening in amusement. "It suits you."
She grinned back at him before fiddling with the remote. He grabbed the bag of cheetos and took a handful. "So, what's playing?" he asked, popping one into his mouth.
"Alien. It's a good movie if you haven't gotten the chance to catch it." she replied, swiping a cheeto from him.
tfw when your undead ass be complaining about how corporate valentine’s day is for ten years straight but then end up wanting to do something nice for the one you’ve been complaining to
renata ends up loving the flowers and decides against asking how michael got them when nothing fucking grows in wonderland
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Anyone who knows me well enough knows I have a thing for 50s aesthetic, and I was in a strange mood last night so I decided to combine it with Madloveshipping.
Long story short, this is R. Hamlin porn. Indulge me.
