Partygoers are scary bc they’re infectious. It’s not scary to have a monster that turns you into cake. It’s scary to think that a monster could simply touch you, and you would turn other people into cake. It’s scary to think that you wouldn’t refuse to do atrocities, or even feel guilty, or even think about anything else. It’s scary to think that you would be not just content, but actively happy to do these things. It’s scary to think about looking in a mirror and not seeing yourself, and even worse to imagine something that you would have to call “yourself”—for lack of a better word— not even thinking about how wrong it is.