catastrophic ♕ teen wolf one shots

thriller ~ all; part one?

»you're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight«

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Zelda adjusted her huge green hat that reached to the bottom of her back before knocking on the door with her shield.

The door was opened by an unknown force but familiar faces were seen and she had no choice but to enter because a person clad in black yanked her inside.

"Uh, hi?" she greeted shyly. The person, Zelda assumed he was a guy, was dressed top to bottom in black with a cape and a mask.

"I'm Batman," was his reply.

Zelda scoffed whilst adjusting her hat again, "Seriously, Stiles? Dial down on the ominous vibes, please."

Stiles took off his mask and placed it in his head before groaning. "Whatever, who are you supposed to be?"

"Really? After all the romantic anecdotes I've told you about my mom and dad, you're saying you don't--"

"I'm kidding!" Stile interjected, an uneasy smile now on his face. "Of course I know who you are, you're Link. Nice outfit by the way."

"Sixteen dollars off amazon, free postage and packaging."

"That's a great deal."

"I know, right!"

As Stiles and Zelda discussed the price of their costumes and argued how it might of been more fitting if she turned up as the Zelda character (Zelda won the argument, Link was much better) two more people were talking about their costumes on the other side of the very large room.

"Wow, Zoe," Dorothy drawled, "talk about a creative costume."

"Come on! It's great!" Zoe chuckled and tipped her pointy black hat at Dorothy. "I didn't even need to buy anything, already had the hat and every girl owns a little black dress."

Dorothy started to whine a little, "but Zoe, you can't show up as you are, you can't show up as a witch."

"Dude, Scott came dressed as a fucking werewolf. I bet he's not even wearing a costume but just wolfed out. Plus, you showed up as yourself." Zoe retorted playfully whilst gesturing at the blue and white gingham patterned pinafore Dorothy was wearing along with her mother's old sparkly red heels.

"Excuse me," Dorothy said after clearing her throat, "I am not as stupid as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and when I dream about people they're actually true not some pointless three hour dream."

"Maybe you should've come as Dory." Dorothy quirked an eyebrow. "Dory? Off Finding Nemo?" Dorothy's mouth turned into a little 'o'.

"I haven't watched that in years!" Zoe took this as her chance.

"Y-you should totally come round to mine sometime and we could watch it together."

Dorothy smiled and nodded in response. "I'd like that."

Chortling in happiness, Zoe stuttered, "g-great! Yeah, that's just...great." A heavy silence set over the two and Zoe decided to break it before it got super awkward. "Anyway, who is the host of this party? Their DJ has such good taste."

Well, the host was under an archway that led to the main room with a girl with ginger hair, the space between them rapidly closing. He gently grabbed her waist, his breath sending chills down her neck.

"I don't even know you," she stated in a sheepish voice as the host's lips hovered in front of hers. His face was covered by the shadow of his hood and it didn't help that Cosima's bowler hat kept falling down her face because it was so big.