It'a Halloween night in Metropolis and you, Kara, Babs, and Karen are walking through the amusement park built on the pier, laughing and eating various snacks paid for by you, of course.

Y/n: I can't believe I'm the walking piggy bank again, I was dead broke over a year ago!

Karen: (chewing on cotton candy) Yeah, and now look at you.

Y/n: Still dead broke because every time we hang out, I have to pay for the food we get

As you're all walking, Babs notices a haunted house up ahead and drops the corndog she was eating

Babs: Hey, check it out! There's a haunted house over there!

Y/n: Great, just what I wanted to do tonight, question my life choices while walking into plastic skeletons.

Babs: C'mon, Y/n, where's your sense of adventure?

Y/n: Gone, like the money in my wallet that I keep telling you to stop stealing

You all make your way to the entrance of the haunted house, and the sign above reads, "Fear Factory: Step Inside... If You Dare!"

Karen: Wait...doesn't that place look a little... off? Like it's trying way too hard?

Y/n: Yeah, I mean seriously, the whole "Step Inside If You Dare" thing? Really?

Kara: Aw, come on, Y/n. I'll hold your hand if you get scared.

Y/n: (laughing) Please, I'd be more scared about you crushing my hand than being scared of this

Kara: So, you're not scared of anything, huh?

Y/n: I mean... it's just a haunted house. How bad could it be?

Kara: (raises an eyebrow) Alright, tough guy. How about a little bet then?"

Y/n: What kind of bet?

Kara: Simple, you go through the house alone. If you make it all the way without chickening out, I'll pay for snacks for the group for a whole week. But if you can't, you have to do it for an entire month and you can't complain whatsoever

Babs: And you have to do our homework for the rest of the school year!

You all turn and look at Babs with a confused look on your faces

Babs: What? I got a project due in 3 days

Karen: Um, you sure you wanna take that bet, Y/n?

You glance at the haunted house, feeling a chill run down your spine, but there's no way you're backing down now. You put on a brave face and nod.

Y/n: Deal. But after I get out, you gotta go through by yourself without being scared

Kara: Deal, this is gonna be a piece of cake.

You and Kara shake hands, officially sealing your bet. As you step toward the entrance, Kara laughs and gives you a mock salute. You take a deep breath, determined to prove her wrong.

As you step inside, the door creaks shut behind you. Fog fills the dimly lit hallways, and the distant sound of laughter echoes off the walls.

Y/n: (breathing heavily) Relax, Y/N, it's just a haunted house. Just an empty, rundown, moldy old haunted house... It's designed to scare you for thrills.... I mean, seriously, what's the worst thing that could happen?

Just as you say that, you enter a hallway and lining the walls are rows of mannequins, each frozen in twisted poses. Their blank faces are somehow worse than if they had features, each one turned just slightly toward you, as if they're all watching. You freeze, eyes darting from one mannequin to the next, every muscle tensed. You could feel your heart immediately sink into your stomach.

Y/n: Me and my big mouth...

FLASHBACK TO #SWEETJUSTICE PART 3

Diana:...we must learn to save...

Babs: Whoo-hoo!

Diana: ...man himself!

Y/n: Say what now?-

Diana pointed over to some mannequins she had prepared

Karen: Um, I think those are ladies.

Y/n: I don't like mannequins... They freak me out...

END FLASHBACK

Y/n: Mannequins.... Why did it have to be mannequins?...

Suddenly, one mannequin's arm jerks, almost like it's reaching out for you. You take a shaky step back, feeling your skin crawl. Another mannequin creaks, its head tilting slowly, its face still empty but somehow full of judgment. You grit your teeth and force yourself to keep walking, brushing past their outstretched limbs.

You enter a second hallway, where scenes from your past mistakes are projected on the walls. It's like watching old memories play out before you. There you are, slipping a wallet from someone's back pocket, smirking as you pocket the cash. Another scene shows you scratching up your school's lockers with a key, leaving angry messages and feeling rebellious. The last image stops you cold: It was you, breaking into the school that night you turned into Plastic-Man

Those memories, once distant, now feel raw and shameful. Each scene seems to accuse you like a weight settling in your chest. You suddenly find yourself wearing your Plastic Man suit, but you brush it off and push forward, hoping the next hall will be easier.

You turn the corner and step into the third hall, where you hear whispers echoing down the corridor. You can see Kara, Karen, Diana, Babs, Jess all talking to each other, but not about anything good.

Kara: Honestly, Y/n always acts like he's fearless, but he's just putting on a show. It's so pathetic.

Diana: He's reckless, and he does not care who he hurts as long as he gets glory. I say we cut him out of our lives. Figuratively, of course

Karen: He's never there when we need him. He only ever thinks of himself or Zee.

Babs: He's such a whiner all the time

Jess: Take it from me, Y/n's nothing but a coward. He'll never change

The voices sting, each word sinking deeper and deeper like a serrated knife in your back

Y/n: No...guys...what are you talking about?! It's me, Y/n! Funny guy from Gotham? Your best friend for over a year now? You can't just write me off like this!

You go to grab Diana's shoulder, but she disappears into a cloud of dust, the rest soon following suit. Just when you think it can't get worse, you turn around only to see your little sister and Basila laughing, but they don't look or sound too friendly.

Basila: And let's not forget, if he hadn't broken into the school with me that night, I never would've turned into Clayface.

Maddie: Just goes to show that wherever my idiot brother is, trouble always seems to follow right behind him

Y/n: Why are you guys saying these things?! I helped you in the end, didn't I? Answer me!

You go to grab Basila's shoulder, but they too disappear into a cloud of dust. You feel like the floor has been ripped out from under you as guilt wells up inside you and you start to hyperventilate. You force yourself forward, unable to face the images of your friends anymore.

Finally, you reach the last hall. At the end, in a dim spotlight, is Zee. Relief fills you at the sight of her, but it quickly fades when she speaks.

Y/n: Zee! Oh thank god you're here! I-

Zee: Y/n, I'm gonna be honest with you. I only  started dating you because I felt sorry for you. Like, come on, I'm a perfect 20 and your a 4 at best. Such a disappointment, honestly. I regret every second I've ever spent with you. Goodbye...

Y/n: W-What? No... Zee!...

You reach out to her as she walks away, only for her to disappear in a cloud of dust as well. Her words sliced through you, each one harder to hear than the last. The feeling of betrayal lingers, twisting painfully in your chest. Your knees feel weak, and for a moment, you think about running back the way you came.

But something inside you pushes forward, even through the heartbreak.

Y/n: This isn't real. Whatever's going on here, it's just trying to mess with me.

You take a deep breath and walk forward until you see a metal door. Determined to finish this once and for all, you open it to find...

An empty, foggy room...

Y/n: (whisper) Don't show fear, don't show fear...

Just then, the fog dissipates and dim orange lights shine on a twisted figure standing in the shadows, face hidden by a worn, burlap hood and a brown pointed hat. The figure steps closer, carrying a faint smell of chemicals and giant scythe. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize who it is.

Y/n: Scarecrow...

The figure chuckles, low and haunting, and the realization dawns on Y/N. This isn't just any haunted house, it was a twisted setup orchestrated by Gotham's own Master of Fear.

Scarecrow: Ah, Halloween. My favorite time of year. Did you really think it was just a haunted house, Y/n? No, no... this has all been for you. I designed every corner, every shadow, every whisper... just for you.

Y/n: You...this whole time, this was all some sick game?

Scarecrow: A game, a lesson, a glimpse into your deepest fears. You didn't think I'd let you leave here without facing them, did you?

The room begins to shift around him. The walls seem to melt, revealing distorted faces, specters of your fears, regrets, and failures. Shadows crawl along the floor, closing in, while twisted, mocking versions of people from your past step out of the fog, advancing on you.

Scarecrow: I know everything you're afraid of. And in here, those fears become real. You can't fight them... you can only let them consume you.

You breathe heavily and glance around at the haunting figures closing in on you. You then clench your fist and show a hint of determination in your eyes

Y/n: Fear's your weapon, not mine. And I've been through enough hell to know how to handle it.

The figures hiss, reaching out, and you starting fighting your way through them, pushing back against the illusions, struggling to stay grounded in reality. As you break free, you notice a bright red door reading "EXIT" and head straight for it, only for Scarecrow's laughter to echo around you

Scarecrow: You think you can just walk out of here? You don't leave my house until I let you leave!

You ignore Scarecrow, shoving your way through the door and sprinting down the hallway, barely glancing at the horrors surrounding you.

You turn a corner and find a window at the end of the hall and, not even hesitating, smash through the glass and tumble outside, hitting the ground hard. You slowly stand up, shaken but relieved and now in your regular clothes, as the girls make their way over to you

Babs: Dude, are you ok?!

Karen: Yeah, you just jumped out of a second story window!

Kara: (laughs) You must've been peeing your pants in there, man!

Y/n: Yeah, I guess I lost our bet huh?

Kara: What? Oh that? How about you just take us to Sweet Justice once a week and we'll call it even?

Y/n: After the night I had, that sounds perfect...

You all turn and walk away, but you look back at the house, now silent, with no sign of Scarecrow in sight.

Y/n: (to himself) Fear only has power if you give it power, Crane. And I'm done giving you that...

Karen: What was that?

Y/n: Oh, um nothing...

Babs: Wait, since Y/n lost the bet, that means he has to do our homework for the rest of the school year!

Y/n: Wait, I never agreed to do tha-

Babs: TOO LATE!