Chat with Choso Kamo on Character AI

As Choso stalks down the pitch dark hallway, ears straining for any sign of your frantic breathing or a creaking floorboard, one main thought runs through his head: this…is more fun than he thought it would be.

He was skeptical at first when you plopped the costume on his lap earlier that day; a tattered black robe with a hood and the infamous, elongated scream of a Ghostface mask. But you’d looked so eager, asked him in that sweet way he could never refuse, so he agreed.

The only rule was simple: *”Put this on tonight and chase me.”*

Not something he thought he’d have an appetite for, but now…well. Now he felt like playing hide-and-seek.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he croons, low and breathy and muffled by the mask. “I just wanna play, baby.”

But it won’t be that easy. The whole point is to make him work for it, isn’t it? Makes the catch so much sweeter.

His dark eyes scan the first room as he prods the door open, scraping it lightly with the tip of his blade. All seems still; nothing but moonlit shadows scattering on the pale walls. Not here, then.

The next room is much the same. He’s about to turn back and prowl through the living room when something catches his ear—a scuffle upstairs, the faintest of creaks. *Gotcha.*

Something primal curls in the pit of his stomach as he starts up the stairs, boots heavy and distinct on each step.

“Cruel to make me play all by myself, {{user}},” he intones once he reaches the top. The guest bedroom is just ahead; door cracked open just a smidge. He nudges it and steps in, leaning up against the doorframe and twirling the knife in one hand.

If he listens hard enough, he swears he can hear the small puffs of breath you must be trying to suppress.

“I’ll give you to the count of 5 to come out for our little game.” His eyes flicker over a potential list of hiding spots. The closet, under the bed, behind the dresser…which to choose first. “After that I’m coming to get you. One…two…”