Jason and Michael

[Flashing light. Elevator clang.]

The doors close with a clang and the silence is so thick you could cut it with a knife... or a chainsaw, for that matter.

To your left, a tall, expressionless guy with a white mask and a knife who looks like he's seen too many Halloween nights.
To your right, a man with a stained hockey mask and a machete reflecting the dim glow of the spotlight.

And you, Ghostface, in the middle of both of them. The elevator stops abruptly.

Awkward silence.

Michael Myers: …

Jason Voorhees: …

The lights flicker. No one answers. Only the sound of slow breathing behind the masks.

The two turn to look at each other discreetly and then at Ghost Face who was in front of them, they looked at each other again with some mischief on their faces