Oh, he could remember this. A trivial game invented probably by foolhardy kids looking to get into trouble, and quite often the activity to blame for sending so many unknowing movie victims right into the monster's lair. Or just being a way to reveal clique gossip. The poltergeist hadn't actually seen anyone play it during his haunting days, but he knew it existed, obviously. He was the one to assign the task after all. Not to embarrass himself, but to watch other people completing ridiculous dares or spilling their guts. He hoped it would be entertaining at least.

    At first, distant concern ached in his shallow chest at Amunet being out and about with all that gauze practically holding her together. Like using glue to repair a shattered china plate, crack lines strikingly visible still with drying glue leaking from its porcelain wounds. He wasn't a doctor, but plenty of medical dramas taught him that injuries couldn't heal with activity. The mangy feline was about to roll up his sleeves and drag her back into her bed despite their clear size difference, but her mention of the game he had been impatiently awaiting was enough to erase all worry from his mind. Scrambling up from his sprawl next to a digesting Audrey and nearly forgetting to bring the plant along to join the circle as a spectator, the poltergeist's excitement was undoubtedly sinister when paired with the devilish grin splitting his disfigured maw. Fruitlessly smoothing down the bristling fur on his front, he shamelessly rasped to Amunet, "Count me in."

    Morgan's lack of knowledge earned an shocked gape from him, placing a frigid paw on his chest in mock offense. How did anybody not know what Truth or Dare was? Apparently people who live under rocks and caves. He fell back into a wry smirk at Vigenere's basic explanation, ears flicking forward as he tilted up his head and added hoarsely, "And, anybody who picks truth is a wimp. Ya don't wanna be a wimp, d'ya, Morgan?" Beck offered a cruel sneer and leaned closer to the samoyed, knowing just how of a stickler the dog was for any set of rules. Batting his eyes innocently up at him before recoiling, the boy restlessly fidgeted as he waited for the game to actually begin.