That’s why this year guys from Savage Ink didn’t want to leave things in the hands of faith. They asked Chat GPT to come up with a prank for someone who doesn’t scare easily and is a tattoo artist. The AI came up with a few scenarios but Gavin took one look and he knew exactly what they needed to do.
He contacted Carter’s client which he exchanged numbers with because they have similar history and they bonded. He let her know about the plan and she agreed to take part in it.
When they asked me if I wanted to be involved I didn’t take even a second to think about it. To prank my husband? Tell me when and where and I’m there.
From there the tasks were divided according to the plan. We had to create a private post about Michelle's death and the haunting.
I had to make sure Carter won’t drink his coffee at home, which wasn’t that hard since he only drinks it from one and only mug. One of many weird things I love about him.
There was even a guy who was supposed to stand behind him in the line at the cafe and say the last words from the rhyme guys came up with.
The other thing I had to do was to ask two blond girls from the youth center to accompany Michelle at the final scene at the studio.
Now I’m standing in the dark back hall at Savage Ink, listening to girls chanting their rhyme in front of Carter. The lights at the shop go off and that’s my cue for the big finale. I step closer to where Carter is standing with his back against the wall and whisper in his ear, “You’re next.”
When I hear him scream, I almost burst out laughing but as soon as the lights go back on it’s laughter all over the shop.
Carter looks around and when he sees all of us, girls taking their masks off he…bursts into tears?
I quickly walk over to him, wrapping him in my arms immediately.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” I ask innocently.
“You—” He points at the guys behind the reception desk. “And you—” this time he points at girls. “You scared the living shit out of me.” He laughs while the tears keep rolling from his eyes.
“What’s with the water works, Tatts?”
“You love me,” he exclaims. “You really love me.”
I chuckle and kiss his temple. This is his love language. He needs people who get him, people who measure up to his idea of fun. And what a better crowd to have than this one.
“Yeah, yeah. We’d move a mountain for you and all that jazz,” Nyx says from her safe spot behind the counter. “Now, let’s party!”
