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Phil usually didn’t go out to parties. Most of his time, including holidays, were spent at home with his best friend. This was the first year celebrating Halloween in Vancouver. They had already finished their spooky week videos and their halloween baking videos. After they had gotten the invitation to a major Halloween Haunted Mansion Party, the decision had been made that they would go out this year. Perhaps that was the wrong choice, though, as now Phil was waking up in a room that was completely unfamiliar to him. He rubbed his eyes as his head throbbed when he began to come to. “Owwww,” he groaned-- not feeling this hung over since Uni. Honestly, he didn’t even remember drinking that much. He didn’t even remember going to sleep or getting to this room. Where was he?

 Looking beside him, he saw a passed out Pooh Bear beside him. Phew, at least Dan was there with him and he wasn’t just here alone in some weird room. Once his eyes began to focus clearly, he shook Dan. “Dan, wake up. Were in some weird room and I don’t remember getting here,” he said, looking around and trying to think back. “Daaaan,” he pushed the other. Sometimes he was impossible to wake up. 

Honestly, Jesse wasn’t one to go to big parties. Actually, he hated them for the most part. He’s not sure what prompted him to go to this one. Curiosity mostly. Plus, he couldn’t resist the urge to go with a smart pun costume. Dressing in a full gray suit and slicking his curls back, Jesse put a giant brown frame around his shoulders and went as the actual portrait of Dorian Gray. Walking around the party with a drink, Jesse found a corner to hang out in, content to just people watch until he found someone that he wanted to talk to. “Hmm... that’s curious,” he said, as a fog began to fill the room. That was the last thing he remembered as he woke up in a room inside the mansion. “Ouch, Jeez,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck which had a crook in it from falling asleep on a frame. “Where the hell am I?” he said, aloud, looking around and then seeing Kristen next to him. “Kristen?” he said, smiling a bit, excited to see her. Then he realized he had no idea where he was again. “Kristen wake up,” he said, shaking her gently. 

Chris was getting ready in his military costume, as he rang @vancityhayley . “Hey babe, I’m on my way to get you. Hope your ready.” He got in his car, and made his way to her place. He got out and waited at the door for her. “Come on babe, we are gonna be late.” He saw her and smiled. “Dang Agent Carter, smoking hot.” He raised his brows. As they headed to the party, he parked and opened her door. “Miss Carter.” He placed his hand out for her to grab. They walked inside, and looked around. “This is awesome.” He grabbed her and headed to the dance floor. As they danced, smoke surrounded their feet. Before they knew it, it went black.

Janel had dragged Cody out of the house for a huge Halloween party that most of their friends were attending. Their life as a married couple had been going surprisingly well for the circumstances it happened under. Janel was so happy with Cody and she was so excited for this party. It was worth the hype, because she was having a blast when the smoke started to fill the room. Many hours later, Janel was slowly starting to reach consciousness. She was starting to get irritated by the tall style her hair was in. She combed her fingers through it, while keeping her eyes closed. She was getting irritated with her nails not being able to go through it and she opened her eyes. She saw Cody laying next to her, but this wasn’t their bed. “What the--,” he said, sitting up and looking around. “Cody?! Cody! What happened?!” she said, panic in her voice.

Tyler was having an amazing night with Christian. They had been dancing and drinking at the Halloween party. Christian looked hot (and slightly twisted) in her hooked Ariel costume, and Tyler was happy that he didn’t have to wear a lot of clothes. Little did he know, as a weird smoke filled the room, that the night was going to get a lot more interesting. When Tyler began to awake, his body was on the floor, but his legs were still up on the bed. As he began to wake up, his body slid off the bed and he landed with a ‘oof’. “Owwwww,” he said, rubbing his face as he untwisted his body from himself and rolled onto his stomach. Pushing himself up, he looked around and saw the alcohol. Walking over to it, he uncorked it and took a drink from the bottle. Picking up the box of condoms, he looked at it. “Nice,” he said, putting them down and turning around to see that there was someone in the bed. 

Chloe was having a wonderful dream that she was at an amazing Halloween party, looking hot as hell. At least, at this point it felt like a dream. Unbeknownst to her, she was laying in a bed at the same mansion she had been “dreaming” about. Her head was laying beside Alycia’s as she slept off her drugged up state. Rolling over a bit, “Ow!” she said, jumping awake as she poked herself on her costume staff. Opening her eyes, she saw the staff and then saw the person next to her. “What the fuck?” she cursed, sitting up a bit. She was still fully in costume, though her hat had fallen off and was laying on the pillow. She was so confused. How did she end up here? “Alycia?” she asked, putting a hand on the girls stomach to see if she would wake up.

Picking his hand up “in his sleep”, Dave scratched an itch on his face, except that skin came with the scratch. “Ick,” he said, feeling skin peel off of his face. “What the--?” he said, seeing why his skin was falling off. Luckily, in his hand he just saw the prosthetic make up instead of his actual skin. “Gross,” he said, shaking it off his hand. He sat up and looked around, incredibly confused and concerned at whose bedroom this was. He looked over and saw a lump of a person beside him. Oh God, what did he do. Please be Emma. Please be Emma. Please be Emma. He repeated the phrase over and over again in his head as he slowly moved as to not wake the other up. Peaking under the blanket, he saw the sleeping face of his girlfriend. “Oh thank god,” he breathed out, putting his hand on his chest.