Lights, camera....... snacks?

Black eyes met blue eyes met hazel eyes. The only movement being Ash brushing his messy black hair out of his pale face, uncovering his bright blue eyes with a tinge of mischief shining through. On his left, Audrey adjusts her dark green, baggy shirt, making sure her tan skin isn't exposed to the harsh, icy breeze from the AC behind her. The screams on the characters on TV as they ran from a tall man in all black wearing a hockey mask who pursued them relentlessly, chainsaw in hand. Every once in a while, Adam's pale face switched from a grimace to a smirk as he make a ( failing) attempt not to laugh at the tension between the three. The sweet scent of petrichor mixed with the sharp, yet mild scent of artificial cheese flavoring wafted through the room. Only the throaty laughter of the villan and the sound of the booming thunder caused by the rain pouring torrentially just outside the window.

The group's gaze shifted temporarily to the corner or the room where a clicking sound so loud that it echoed throughout the morbid setting.

Just as Adam moved his hand to wipe a now itchy speck of cheese dust on the corner of his lips, a pair of blood- red eyes stared out at the siblings from the screen, causing them to jump and for Adam to bite down on his hand. A sharp pain shot up his arm, causing him to yelp out in pain, tears forming in his eyes. Despite his predicament, he ignored the pain, preparing himself for what was to come.

The siblings cracked their knuckles and licked their lips in anticipation for the prize in the nearly empty baby blue plastic bowl in front of them. For a moment, the lights flickered in the already dimly lit room, making the light grey walls and marble floor seem even creepier than usual.

They made their move.

Ignoring the pins and needles from sitting cross legged on the floor for an hour, they lurched forward toward the bowl.

After some pushing, shoving, kicking and punching, Ash gas successfully procured his prize. A single, triangle shaped chip covered in an orange 'cheese' dust. He quickly shoved it into his mouth, slowly savoring the sharp, salty goodness that his siblings now could not.

He pulled up the good of his red jacket and wore an evil grin as he looked down, panting, at the black and gazel eyes of his brother and sister lying on the ground, exhausted from the battle for the last nacho.