MHA Holdiay series

It was day ten of the Class 1-A Halloween movie marathon, and excitement crackled in the air. The school's common room had been transformed into an impromptu theater, complete with comfortable bean bags, fluffy blankets, and an array of popcorn and candy scattered throughout. While the Baku-Deku squad took on their own horror flicks, Shinso's crew—comprised of Mineta, Shoji, Jirou, Ojirou, and Momo—had settled in for an eerie evening of thrills and chills.

"Alright, guys, I promise you, 'Cult of Chucky' is going to be amazing" Shinso declared confidently, his voice low and smooth, earning a mix of eye rolls and excited glances from his classmates. "It's not just a horror movie; there's actually some good character development."

"Isn't that just a fancy way of saying it's a trashy thriller?" Jirou smirked, adjusting her headphones. The lights dimmed, and anticipation electrified the room as Shinso pressed play.

The movie flicked onto the screen, showcasing the dimly lit room of a mental institution, where Chucky, the infamous killer doll, made his appearance. Tension filled the air, and about fifteen minutes in, the first scream cut through the silence. It was Mineta, who was clutching a pillow as if it were a life preserver. He yelped aloud, "Why does he look like that?!"

The group erupted into laughter, but their mirth was short-lived as the movie continued, revealing more gruesome scenes of Chucky wreaking havoc. With each scare, shouts and startled gasps echoed around them.

At a particularly shocking moment, when Chucky's poisoned blade glinted under the flickering lights, Shoji let out an involuntary grunt and instinctively moved closer to Momo. "How can anyone be scared of a doll?" he muttered, more to himself than to the group, even as the tension in the room thickened.

"It's not just any doll" Shinso countered, a knowing smirk on his face. "It's a soul trapped in a doll's body... You can't escape the horror…"

Meanwhile, Jirou, always skeptical but partial to horror movies, leaned back with her eyes narrowed in mock contemplation. "What kind of person makes a cult for a killer doll? What are the qualifications?"

"Creepy vibes, obviously," Ojirou chimed in, laughing as he tossed a piece of popcorn at her. "Do you think they have initiation rites, like… standing in a circle while chanting 'Our Lord Chucky?'"

Their laughter faded as the film progressed, unleashing a torrent of violence that kept everyone on the edges of their seats. The darkness of the plot took them all by surprise—how Chucky manipulated not just fear but trust among friends, turning allies against one another, much like the twisted games they sometimes played among their own ranks.

As the climax neared, Mineta had buried his face in the pillow once more, signaling to the group that he wasn't about to peel his eyes away from the screen or risk another scare. "Can we just switch to cartoons? Like, I don't know... 'Scooby Doo' episodes would be a way better choice!"

"Where's your spirit, Mineta?" Shinso teased, but even he was feeling the creeping sense of dread woven into the film. A sudden loud clang on-screen caused everyone to jump in unison, their hearts racing.

Outside, the wind howled ominously, and the shadows in the room appeared to stretch and curl as the movie neared its final act. Momo, ever the brave heart out of the group, straightened her posture. "Alright, guys! We can do this. We are heroes, right? We can conquer our fears!"

Her determination spurred the others on, propelling the solemn spirits in the room into hearty chants and playful banter, even as the film reached its bloody conclusion.

The moment Chucky was finally vanquished, the group erupted into a mix of screams—of victory—and laughter, the tension of the last two hours melting away in an instant. Mineta dramatically tossed his pillow aside. "Okay, that wasn't so bad… kind of."

"I'd call it a bonding experience." Jirou grinned, nudging Shinso as a playfully accusatory glare fell upon him. "I still think you owe me for this!"

With the credits rolling and their skeptical hearts still racing, Shinso smiled, leaning back in his chair. "Next week, we'll watch a classic. Something like 'The Shining' or 'Halloween.' What do you say?"

The room broke into laughter as they settled in for another thrilling movie night, united by fears—whether of killer dolls, ghosts, or just the unpredictability of their classmates. Halloween was no longer a season; it had become an adventure, a platform for friendship wrapped in horror, and they wouldn't have had it any other way.