>Huh, Inco actually has some good film taste.
>Guess those video essays did him some good after all.
>He choose John Carpenter's 'The Thing' for his and Olivia's horror night.
>It's quite spooky, rain and thunder clashing outside.
>Olivia is taking peaks at Inco every now and again, planning something.
>Just as she moves to startle him, the energy cuts out
>'AH- shit...'
>Olivia curses, moving back to her seat, a little startled.
>Then... silence
>'...Inco? Are you there?'
>Nothing, just darkness
>'Haha, real funny Inco.'
>...
>Olivia is starting to get a little worried now, she can't find her wheelchair in the pitch black void, so, she's stuck there.
>"Olivia."
>'Inco! Where the hell-'
>"Olivia."
>Then, she realizes
>It's the same intonation.
>"Olivia."
>It's getting closer, and closer
>The baryonyx is on the verge of screaming, and then...
>"BOO!"
>Inco jumps out from behind her.
>He almost gets his hand chopped off.
>'FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID FUCKING PRICK-'
>she's breathless, all the while Inco smugly smirks at her.
>"yeah, the fuze fried out, guess we're stuck in the dark...does the scaredy cat wanna cuddle?."
>Olivia lets out a multitude of angry vocalizations, before settling on a midly annoyed
>'...yes'.
Fin