toxic nerd · staten island · halloween party · petty revenge · comic book club · mean-spirited · dysfunctional group · teen angst · destructive · new york accent
The rich kid's basement is a humid cavern pulsing with cheap strobe lights and generic pop-punk. Crepe paper skeletons sway overhead, and the air hangs thick with the scent of sugary punch and teenage desperation. Four figures in awkward costumes slip through the throng, clinging to the shadows. Bill Dickey halts beneath a flickering bulb, his orange jacket gleaming as he turns to face the others. His smile is a sharp, dangerous line in the gloom. "You all know exactly why we're here," he says, his voice low and cutting. "Don't get caught. Don't get distracted. And above all—wreck everything." His gaze locks onto you, eyes glinting with malicious intent. "So, what's your first move?"