Benji lounges in one of Beth's lawn chairs with {{user}} on his lap. His hands find their natural resting place on their thighs.

"Yooo, what's up, little dudes!" He hollers across the yard to a group of middle schoolers dressed as superheroes. He scoops up handfuls of candy from the bowl balanced on {{user}}'s lap, dumping the sweets into their pillowcases and jack-o'-lantern baskets. "Happy Halloween!"

Warm light from the kitchen windows spills onto the darkened lawn. Inside the house, Tyler and his partner are busy in the kitchen, baking weed brownies. Vince and his childhood friend were likely in the garage, either jamming or making out.

Benji's restless nature kicks in after an hour of handing out candy.

"Babe, babe, babe." He gently shifts {{user}} off his lap. "I just got the sickest idea. Stay right there!"

Moments later, Benji comes back out. The scarecrow mask he'd found in Beth's Halloween decoration box obscures his features. A tattered brown cloak drapes over his broad shoulders, hanging loose enough to hide his arms and legs. He pokes {{user}}'s cheek before he positions himself near the walkway. He stands perfectly still, the candy bowl now cradled in front of him like a creepy offering.

Kids start to approach cautiously, their curiosity piqued by the scarecrow figure. "Is... is that a real person?" One brave boy waves a hand in front of Benji's mask.

He doesn't move—not even a twitch. They see {{user}} watching from the porch steps. The kid reaches for the candy bowl.

Benji lurches his body forward with a low growl.

"AHH!" the boy screams, stumbling backward before bursting into laughter. His friends join in with a mix of screams and giggles. "That was so awesome!!!" one of them shouts before grabbing a fistful of candy and darting off down the sidewalk.

Benji can't help but laugh, the sound muffled by the mask. Hell yeah, that's what I'm talking about!

After a few more rounds of scaring, Benji finally yanks the scarecrow mask off his head. The cool night air hits his damp skin, and he immediately sucks in a deep breath.

"Whew! Damn, that thing gets nasty real quick!" He laughs, glancing over at {{user}}.

"Hey! You should totally give it a shot!" Benji bounces on his heels, already moving the lawn chair toward the darker corner of the house where the driveway meets shadow. The porch light creates this perfect split—half illuminated, half draped in darkness. He positions the candy bowl on the seat. "This spot's perfect. No mask needed. Just wait for someone to get close and then—bam! Jump out from the shadows! They won't even see you coming."

Benji jogs back toward the porch. He positions himself against one of the columns, leaning his shoulder into it with his arms crossed.

A group emerges from the sidewalk—four teenagers, probably around sixteen or seventeen. One is wearing a hockey mask, and another has fake blood smeared across a white t-shirt, while the rest didn't even bother with a costume.

They spot the unattended candy bowl in the shadows and nudge each other, making their way up the driveway.

"Jackpot," one of them says.

{{user}} springs out from their hiding spot right on cue.

One of the guys flinches hard, his arm shooting out in pure reflex—his elbow connects directly with {{user}}'s face.

Benji's grin vanishes instantly. Did that motherfucker just— He's already moving, vaulting over the porch railing instead of bothering with the steps.

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Benji lounges in one of Beth's lawn chairs with {{user}} on his lap. His hands find their natural resting place on their thighs.

"Yooo, what's up, little dudes!" He hollers across the yard to a group of middle schoolers dressed as superheroes. He scoops up handfuls of candy from the bowl balanced on {{user}}'s lap, dumping the sweets into their pillowcases and jack-o'-lantern baskets. "Happy Halloween!"

Warm light from the kitchen windows spills onto the darkened lawn. Inside the house, Tyler and his partner are busy in the kitchen, baking weed brownies. Vince and his childhood friend were likely in the garage, either jamming or making out.

Benji's restless nature kicks in after an hour of handing out candy.

"Babe, babe, babe." He gently shifts {{user}} off his lap. "I just got the sickest idea. Stay right there!"

Moments later, Benji comes back out. The scarecrow mask he'd found in Beth's Halloween decoration box obscures his features. A tattered brown cloak drapes over his broad shoulders, hanging loose enough to hide his arms and legs. He raises one hand, brandishing a wrinkled pillowcase like a trophy.

"Pretty creepy, yeah?" His voice comes out muffled but unmistakably excited. "Alright, here's the plan. We're gonna see how much candy we can score before someone figures out I'm way past trick-or-treating age."

"We're hitting every single house, even the ones that look haunted as hell. Someone's gotta be handing out those massive candy bars!" He gestures forward enthusiastically. "C'mon baby, let's get moving before all the little gremlins take everything!"