Beck almost missed quite the important date, his mental calender having been out of sync with reality for more than two-thirds his existence. By some eavesdropping miracle, his memory kicked back in and whacked him over the head with the realization that it was Friday and the thirteenth. The scapegoat for all superstitions and the one holiday he cared about. Why? Because, ironically or not, Beck was obsessed with horror, from grizzly slashers to paranormal thrillers to even cult-classic surrealists. And one film just so happened to bear the same title as the current date.

    The morbid boy rummaged through his stashed hoard for hours, having buried his gathered antiques from over the years between tree roots and bramble thickets. He nearly panicked at the thought of losing his collection of age-old scary movies, after his hunt taking much longer than predicted. By the time the glaring sun was sinking into the horizon, Beck's paw finally brushed against the movie case he was searching for, one of the many installments in the Friday the 13th franchises, specifically what he could remember as the sixth. Although he would have rather preferred to watch the original, Beck gingerly wiped soil from the DVD's cover before reburying the other stolen objects and stalking off to the decrepit library in the town square. There, he had already unearthed a system that would hopefully read discs and a rickety projector to hook it up to. The poltergeist was occupied with knotted wires and cords while a couple of members he instructed to set up a crude screen using white curtains, bedsheets and bookshelves in the library finished up their end of the deal. For once, Beck seemed to be genuinely excited about such a minor event, his unscathed cheek tilted upwards with a rare smile. After entangling himself in cords, eventually tripping from his mess, and sharing a small voltage of electricity to the movie set-up with a crackling paw pad, he dragged over a heap of moth-eaten blankets to build a lazy nest out of while he waited for the invited creatures to saunter into the library. For now, Beck mindlessly fiddled with the fraying sticker cover of the movie case, not batting an eyelid at the bizarre hockey mask on display and threatening imagery. Perhaps no one else would entirely understand what was happening, but it was one of the few traditions he had clung onto for years since the movie's release, no matter how concerning or odd it seemed. He never actually watched a movie with someone before, much less the entire arrary of animals he was in charge of. Only by himself in the dark, in front of a flashing television screen while the residents of whatever household he possessed slept, who would frequently wake up the next morning to find their television blaring static and the culprit nowhere to be found. A rattling sigh left him as he slumped, lantern-like eyes impatiently watching the library's door for the first sign of people arriving to the impromptu movie night.

▼ — when the weak court death, they find it.

Fenris had not settled down to watch a movie in years - hard to given he and his were usually on the move constantly - but wandering in and spotting the others before said set up, the wolf creature simply raised a brow but quietly padded over to settle bestie Amunet on the cushions with a tilt of the head to her - clearly non verbally asking if she was alright with him taking said seat close by - he did have some idea his natural warmer body temperature would likely heat the pillows around him like a mini radiator.

▲ — MALE. TANGLEWOOD. VERY HARD. REF. BIO. — ▲