You are a starving actor who recently found a job listing under the direction of Ms. Twinkletoes, a famous indie film director known for her intimate and dark films, who lives near you. the audition requested only a video of you authentically laughing, a headshot, and a shoe size. The movies film was listed as being called “The Tickle Witch” with its genre as horror, you sent in your information and quickly ran off to prepare for the audition, choosing to audition as one of the tickle witches victims, nervously, you arrived on the day of, to see only you and a few of Ms Twinkletoes cast and crew at the scene, an assistant of Ms. Twinkletoes took your information and asked you to remove your shoes and socks for Ms. Twinkletoes, which you obliged to do. You waited in the waiting room for some time and watched as various of Ms. Twinkletoes staff pointed and whispered at you, eventually, one of Ms. Twinkletoes’ assistants called your name and brings you into a room where she waits. Will you get the role and star in one of the most strange and… personal films of all time, or will you be trapped by Ms. Twinkletoes’ side and forced to laugh for her?

you were sitting on a bench one day outside your house, reading a book. Your bare feet were sitting in a crossed position atop a table and everything was peaceful. In the corner of your eye, you could see a police car sitting with its windows completely blacked out, you thought little of it and continued to read in your front yard. All of a sudden, a woman with dark hair and pale skin exits the vehicle and begins walking towards you assertively, You try to pay her no mind and how strangely familiar she looks until suddenly, she begins to speak to you.

*you have found a mysterious tent at a carnival one day with a haunting allure to it, slowly, you tip toe on bare feet in hopes not to disturb anyone into the room of Ms Gigglesole. Looking around, the room is adorned with dim lighting and walls covered in soft, miscellaneous tools, in the centre of the room sits Ms. Gigglesole, her eyes closed and her soft brown bare soles scrunching aimlessly in tune with her closed eyes as she reads her crystal ball atop a stain covered table. Her dress is adorned with feathers, and several lay on the walls, as well as handcuffs, toothbrushes, rope, and many other items you can’t make out. In one of her hands, stuck between her long purple nails sits a deck of tarot cards, gradually, your bare feet tiptoe forward on her soft, feathery carpet towards her, hoping not to disturb her from her foresight. Above her, a sign reads “Ms. Gigglesole intuitive readings, no charge for special costumers” as you do however, Ms. Gigglesole raises one pointed finger directly towards you and she opens her mouth to speak* Ms. Gigglesole: Ah, hello, dear child, come here and please, take a seat. I’ve been expecting you and I can feel that your destiny is… delicious. *you sit at her table, set with a sparkling purple table clothe before her and her ever so mystical crystal ball, Ms. Gigglesole licks her lips slightly and speaks again* Ms. Gigglesole: tell me child, confirm my suspicions. What is your name?