"No, I'm pretty sure Sasha would be first to die," I commented as I tossed popcorn up in the air and tried (and failed) to catch it in my mouth.
"Nice," Krista muttered.
"I would not! If anyone would die in a horror movie, it would be you, (Y/n). You're the kind of person who would say something dumb like 'let's check it out' if we heard a noise in the basement."
The characters in the horror movie we were watching clicked on their flashlights as they walked through the dark forest. Dumbasses. Next thing you know, you'll all go missing one by one.
"That's so true," Krista said. "You would say that."
"Okay," I admitted, "but only because ninety-nine percent of the time the noise would be a drainage leak or something, not -" I squinted at the back of the box the movie came in, "'paranormal ghosts of halloween's past'. I'd rather risk going down and getting possessed than waking up to the basement flooded."