#Scary Moon Silhouette Costume

[noisycowboyglitter]

Bawk to the Future: The Evolution of the Chicken Halloween Costume with a Creepy Moon Silhouette

The Chicken Halloween Costume Moon Silhouette Creepy Horror design combines unexpected elements to create a uniquely unsettling and darkly humorous Halloween image. This unconventional concept takes the typically harmless and comical figure of a chicken and transforms it into something eerie and menacing, set against the backdrop of a full moon on a Halloween night.

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At the heart of this design is the silhouette of a chicken, but not in its usual farmyard context. Instead, the chicken is portrayed in a way that subverts expectations, turning it into a creature of the night. The outline of the bird is stark and bold, its features exaggerated to emphasize its unnatural and threatening presence.

The chicken's posture might be altered from its typical stance, perhaps elongated or contorted to appear more predatory. Its beak could be rendered sharper, more akin to a raptor's than a barnyard fowl. The comb and wattles might be styled to resemble demonic horns or tentacle-like appendages, further distorting the familiar chicken form into something otherworldly.

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Behind this transformed chicken looms a large, ominous full moon. The moon serves as both a light source, creating the stark silhouette, and as a classic symbol of Halloween and the supernatural. Its presence amplifies the unsettling atmosphere, casting an eerie glow over the scene and emphasizing the chicken's unnatural transformation.

The background likely features other Halloween elements to enhance the creepy ambiance. This could include bare tree branches reaching like gnarled fingers across the moon's face, a distant haunted house, or shadowy bat silhouettes flitting across the sky. A misty or cloudy sky might partially obscure parts of the moon, adding depth and mystery to the image.

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The color palette for this design would typically be limited and high-contrast to maintain the silhouette effect. Dominant colors might include deep blacks for the chicken and foreground elements, a pale, luminous yellow for the moon, and perhaps hints of orange or deep purple in the sky to evoke a Halloween sunset or twilight.

The overall effect of the Chicken Halloween Costume Moon Silhouette Creepy Horror design is one of unexpected terror. It plays on the contrast between the typically innocuous chicken and its transformation into a creature of Halloween nightmares. This juxtaposition creates a sense of unease and dark humor, perfect for those who appreciate Halloween's ability to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary and the harmless into the horrifying.

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This design could be applied to various Halloween products, from t-shirts and posters to decorative flags or party invitations. It appeals to those who enjoy unconventional and slightly twisted Halloween imagery, offering a fresh take on traditional spooky season motifs. The Chicken Halloween Costume Moon Silhouette Creepy Horror concept demonstrates how creative reimagining can turn even the most unexpected subjects into icons of Halloween horror.

[merbear25]

Hi, can you make Germany fear play with female reader please? (For the Kinktober entry)

At first, I had no idea what to write. Then, I figured it's Halloween, so might as well have fun with that 🎃 Hope you like it 💜🧡

All Hallow’s Eve—It was one of your favorite times of the year: the fall of the changed leaves, the chilled breeze embracing you, and the scary costumes. Though there were many creatures of the night that you adored, there were some that struck fear into your heart, and yet you craved it. Your partner did too and was more than willing to bring your fears to life.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, fear play (monster role-play), vaginal penetration, rough touches, intimidation

Under the full moon’s light (Germany)

The crisp autumn air and the faint smell of leaves collected outside of the cabin window. Midnight clouds rolled past the soft glow of the moon as the rickety branches tapped against the window. Sleep didn’t find you easily. Tossing and turning, the draft crept up your leg and stirred you awake.

Fluttering your eyes open, the full moon peeking in between the curtains allowed the only view of the world around you. Its beam led your eyes to the far end of the room. The bedroom door was ajar, giving the darkness of the hallway entry.

Nothing that could be lurking made itself known at that moment. Only the settling of the cabin filled the air, but even then you were on high alert. 

Shifting of a figure beyond that threshold—Perhaps your eyes were just playing tricks on you. The thought of calling out to see if it was merely your boyfriend crossed your mind, but then again, you might just be inviting whatever was waiting in the shadows into your space.

Scraping along the corridor’s walls—Your heart quickened. You attempted to rationalize it, but your imagination was overpowering. Bringinging your knees to your chest, you clung to yourself in a vain attempt at self-soothing.

The creaking of floorboards, the shuffling of heavy boots, and it halting outside your room: you didn’t wish to see anything. Even if there was nothing to be found, your imagination was your worst enemy at times.

Footsteps slowly passed through the door frame and stopped at the side of your bed. Pretending to be asleep was futile. Your shaky form eluded to your knowledge that something sinister had you just within reach.

When a hand was placed on your hip, the familiar touch sunk in. There weren’t many times the two of you indulged in your fantasies, but tonight was an exception. His finger started clawing into you, kneading your soft flesh through the sheets. His soft breaths soon became deeper and slower. 

Promptly, he picked you up and tossed you further onto the bed. A sharp inhale sliced through the air. You couldn’t see him, not fully, but the soft glow of the night illuminated behind him, painting a silhouette. His hair was wild, tufts of it seemingly surrounding him. The feeling of his hands were rough, the nails thick and sharp. 

You whined from the twinges of pain from the tips of his nails—claws were more fitting. He growled at the current state of you. Such delectable meek prey and it was his for the taking. He dragged his claws down your thighs before planting them on either side of you. His bare chest tickled your breasts. When you brought up your hands instinctively, your delicate fingers were submerged in the overgrowth of hair.

A panicked gasp trailed past your lips, which only added the garnish on the meal you were presenting as. His breath was hot against your neck. Shivers were sent down your spine when you felt him tasting you. The lathering of his tongue on you was that done by an animal. Nips at your sensitive flesh and digging nails into your exposed body had your heart racing.

“You taste so good.” His hunger was insatiable. “I could eat every inch of you and savor your flavor left on my fingers.” He pressed his erection against your warm core. Bolts of electricity coursed through you, causing your arousal to grow into a blistering heat.

Your scent wafted between you two. The sweet smell of your wetness had him needing more. He groaned against you, his thrusts pressing more firmly almost uncomfortably so. In his current state, you were nervous to run your hands over him, to even touch him, and yet it sent you into a whirlwind of desire.

That hesitation you showed was divine. “Such a pretty little thing when you’re struck with fear.” His voice was growing more ragged the longer he had you pinned down.

The more he rubbed himself against you, the wetter you got. Your pants became more labored as he pressed against your clit. The roughness of clothing and the forcefulness of his presence brewed the perfect amount of friction to make you eager for more.

Each subtle quake of your legs, the biting of your lips, the way your eyes fluttered shut: you couldn’t have made yourself more obvious. You needed him to take you, to unleash the beast upon you. He just wanted to hear you say it.

“You want it? Then say it.” He was practically foaming at the mouth at the sweet release you were about to promise him.

“I… I want it,” you whispered from the feigned imposing threat.

“Louder. Convince me.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you trembled under his command. “I want it! Please, I need it so bad!” You cried out.

Those lustful pleas swarmed him, and he welcomed each anxiety induced pant from you as if they were a confession of love.

“Oh, you sound just as good as you taste.” In a swift movement, he ripped off your bottoms and threw them into the dark void beyond your bed. You were his, the sacrificial lamb meant for the ghoulish creatures.

Despite his hairy texture, you yearned to reach out and touch your lover. The hesitation of your fingertips placing on his abs had your fight or flight urging you not to indulge in the macabre. Him slapping his cock against your precious sweet spot caused you to gasp and whimper. He pressed the tip in and relished the sensation of your warmth accompanying his full length.

The spasming of your dripping core never failed to send him into a frenzy, but the special occasion caused his blood to spike even more. He plunged into you in one quick buck. Your blissful cries were a symphony that only he was allowed to hear, and he planned on playing it on repeat until your voice was hoarse.

Your nails dragged down his arms in desperation of holding onto anything that would keep you steady. Each movement was growing rougher and rougher by the second. Your body couldn’t handle such abrasive action. However, you couldn’t deny the allure of it—to be rendered helpless by your lover.

His gravelly grunts rumbled in his throat. He repositioned you, so that your legs were firmly hooked over his biceps, giving himself permission to go deeper. Your shrieks of euphoria hung on your lips as you felt yourself being split in two. Each plunge felt as if it was going to be your undoing.

You coated him entirely, leaving the patches of hair he prepared for the costume matted against his skin. He couldn’t get enough of you like this. Both of you had your own twisted fantasies you enjoyed living out, but this was by far his favorite of yours. Your response to him, the fear in your voice and eyes, it all made the payoff so much more worth it. 

“Perfect little morsel. My delicious meal I’ll devour whole.” His breath was hot against your ear. Him licking at your ear was your undoing.

Your entire body tensed from the fast approaching rush of your shared wanton peak. Panting and whining from the overwhelming shockwaves scaling your inner walls left you spread out on the sacrificial table, ready to be taken.

He bit your neck and lapped at the mark as he pushed you through your climax. As your final waves dispersed, he followed suit. A raspy and rough groan bathed your sensitive skin, while he let you feel every drop of him.

Shaky breaths mixed in the air. The scent of fervorous passion lingered and filled the room and trailed into the hallway. The darkness of the night engulfed the cabin. The glow of the full moon was completely hidden behind the thick clouds, making the only source of light the soft glow of the jack-o-lantern on the front porch.

[osleeplessflowero]

Day 2 - 😱Frightening New Friend🩹

You didn't wanna do this.

You REALLY didn't wanna do this.

But a dare's a dare, so now here you are, wandering through the dark and scary woods outside of a house where a party was taking place.

Not to mention those rumors of monsters lurking about, sinking their teeth into any humans who dare to stick around too long.. You don't have a Bravery soul, this kind of thing is not something you can do without being afraid.

You tread carefully, shining your flashlight around. You can practically feel your cat costume's tail between your legs. 

Man, why did you agree to this? 

You continue your journey, stopping and shining your flashlight on..a bear trap. Okay, not the most uncommon thing to see in the woods. There's a few more of them..okay there's a lot more. 

Carefully stepping over them, you make your way ahead. 

You have a feeling there's a lot more where that came from. 

There's this lingering feeling of being watched, like something's stalking. Waiting in the shadows for you to make a wrong move. One failure, and you're dead. Just like that. 

You shine your light ahead of you, trying to calm your nerves.

Maybe it's just some hunters trapping animals. Maybe the rumors about this place aren't true. Maybe you didn't see a light in the darkness.

Wait, what was that last one?

You look around, shining your light with you. You don't seem to see anything, but you could've sworn there was another light out there.

You feel a chill go down your spine, trying to ignore what you thought you saw.

It's probably nothing..

You listen to your surroundings, hearing the grass shift under your feet, an owl off in the distance, and the cold breeze blowing through the air. 

Just gotta reach some old house and turn back. That's all you have to do. Why does it have to take so damn long though-

As you continue your journey you hear a twig snap and turn, seeing one in pieces behind you. 

Yeah, time to run-

You pick up your pace and run from whatever invisible force might be chasing you, breathing heavily. You almost lose your grip on your flashlight due to how much your arm is shaking. 

You hear a pair of footsteps behind you, your eyes widening in fear. Your heart races as you make your way across, dodging a few more bear traps. 

Once you get a good bit away, you stop behind a tree and take a few deep breaths, calming your nerves. 

What was that? Who is chasing you? Or, what is chasing you? 

You don't think you want to know the answer. 

Keeping up your guard, you continue walking, before falling into a hole that was covered up with leaves. 

You hit the bottom, scraping your leg on sharp rocks that were left behind. 

"Damn it-" You curse, sitting up and looking at the damage. It stings..and blood is starting to come out. 

Someone is still chasing you, you can't stay here! But how can you run with your leg like this?..

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you look up, hoping. Praying that whatever that was doesn't see you.

The moon shines brightly above you in the sky, the stars sparkling along with it.

Your tears fall a lot faster as you consider the fact that this might be the last thing you ever see..

"Please- please, someone help me- I don't want to die-"

You mutter out, your voice shaky and nearly broken. 

You hear footsteps in the distance..

You pull yourself up, leaning against the side of the hole, hoping that'll give you more cover. 

Fuck, your leg stings. Why did it have to be your leg?

The footsteps stop as a silhouette comes into your view. They stand tall above, a dark menacing figure. 

Slender, very thin.. they appear to be a skeleton monster with long, damaged teeth. They crouch due to likely not being able to see you very well at their height, holding up a lantern to illuminate the hole.

It's quiet for a moment.. 

"MY STARS!" The skeleton shouts, causing your eyes to widen further since you were surprised. His voice sounds a bit scratchy, like he's done a lot of shouting over time. "A HUMAN HAS FALLEN INTO ONE OF MY TRAPS- OH MY-"

"Uhh- yeah, I'm- I'm so sorry, I, um..I was just passing through to get back home and I fell in- If you help me out, I'll just be on my way." You smile pleadingly, hoping the skeleton was a merciful one. 

"YOU POOR THING- Here, Let Me Help You-" 

"Oh, nonono, that's okay-" He reaches in with his long arms, picking you up with..seemingly ease, carrying you. You'd have to admit that the skeleton is very strong.

"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL ALWAYS HELP THOSE IN NEED- LET US MAKE A STOP BY MY RESIDENCE, HUMAN." 

"Wait, please, that's okay, I can head home by mySEEELF-" 

You're startled once the skeleton starts SPRINTING through the woods, jumping over carefully placed traps on the ground you weren't able to see before. 

Panic starts to set in, and you try to remember your surroundings in case this results in you being kidnapped so you know an escape route. You've seen way too many horror movies for this. 

"Why don't we stay out here, um- mister.." 

"PAPYRUS! The Great Papyrus, That Is."

"Okay, Papyrus- why don't we stay out here and enjoy the scenery? The moon is so pretty out tonight, isn't it?-" 

You stall, trying to get him to put you down so you can run. 

"Nonsense, Human! We Must First Tend To Your Injury Before You Can Go On Your Way."

"I'm sure I can just walk it off-"

You continue trying to convince him to let you go, only for him to shut you down every time. 

Just your luck..you find out the rumor's true, only for you to die because of it. And now your last moments will be in the company of a terrifying skeleton. Could things get any worse?

He continues running until he reaches what you assume to be his house, the 'abandoned' one your friends dared you to go find and knock on the door. Well, now you know what would've happened if you had knocked. 

The lights are on, there are some small flower pots and pumpkins on the porch. One has a carefully carved picture of a skull, and the other one just has a smiley face carved into it.

There are some clothes moving in the wind on a clothesline to your right. 

He takes you into the house, gently sitting you down on the couch in the living room. Your eyes dart back to the front door. 

"My Brother Isn't Here Right Now, So There Shouldn't Be Any Trouble. Please Wait Here While I Gather Some Healing Items To Treat Your Injury." He smiles at you, before going upstairs. 

You stand up in order to try to make a run for it, but your leg betrays you, and you sit back down, holding it. Damn it, no luck there. 

You then think for a second.

If he had wanted to kill you, why would he waste time doing any of this? Leaving you alone would've given you a chance to leave- If you had a healed leg, you could just walk right out. And he didn't put any restraints on you to make it harder. So..maybe he doesn't want to kill you, after all. 

He walks back into the room, kneeling below you and politely asking if you'd hold out your leg for him. You do, and he looks over your injuries before using medicine to treat them. He then hands you a small piece of candy. 

"Here, Eat This. It Will Restore Your Energy, And Hopefully Speed Up The Healing Process."

"Oh, um..thank you."

He nods as you take the candy, debating whether it'd be trustworthy, before deciding to go with it.

Fuck it, why not give him a chance? Maybe you'll regret it, maybe you won't. 

You eat the candy, watching as your leg begins to heal before your eyes. 

"Woah..that was fast."

"Right? Monster Food Does Some Incredible Things."

You smile. "Thank you for helping me, Papyrus." 

"But Of Course, What Gentleman Would I Be If I Didn't Help Those In Need?"

"From all the rumors circulating, it made it sound like the forest monsters were all.."

"Dangerous, Threatening, And Scary?"

"..Exactly."

"Well, That Tends To Happen When You're A Monster, People Get The Wrong Idea. Especially Based On Appearance."

"Huh..noted."

"You Know, At First I Took You For A Cat Monster. Your Costume Is Quite Realistic! Or At Least, It Looks Like It In The Dark, Nyeh Heh."

"Oh, thanks. I wanted to be a cat this year so I got this costume early on before the good stuff could be sold out."

"I Think It Suits You." 

You smile. If you'd told yourself the night before you'd be having a casual conversation with a tall, seemingly terrifying skeleton, you'd never have believed it. But yet here you are. 

"So, Papyrus..I don't have to be home for a while..what are some of your interests?"

He gasps dramatically, causing your smile to widen. 

"YOU- You Wish To Know About My Interests?" 

"Yeah. I'd like to get to know you."

"Alright, Wait Here, I'd Better Make Some Tea For This!"

You spend the evening enjoying tea and candy, having a lovely chat with Papyrus.

Seems you've both made a new friend today.

[ao3 link :)] <

[lisardrew]

Halloween Nail Designs to Terrify and Delight Your Friends 🎃

When Halloween season arrives, it’s not only your costume and home decorations that need a spooky upgrade—your nails deserve a chilling transformation, too!

Here’s a guide to Halloween nail designs that range from terrifying to playful, ensuring your fingertips are ready to give everyone goosebumps or a smile. So, grab your nail polish, decals, and some spooky stencils, and let's dive into the top Halloween nail designs that will surely haunt the holiday!

1. Bloody Drip Nails

Design: Blood-red drips on a neutral or black background give a realistic “blood drip” effect. For an extra spooky feel, use a deep oxblood red against a matte black base.

How to Achieve: Use a thin nail art brush or dotting tool to create irregular, thick “drips” that look like blood oozing down your nails.

Style Tip: This look pairs perfectly with vampire or horror-themed costumes, adding a gory touch to your outfit.

2. Spider Webs & Spiders

Design: Black or white spider webs with a tiny 3D spider add just the right amount of creepy to your nails.

How to Achieve: Using a thin brush or nail pen, create web patterns starting from a corner of the nail, moving outward. For 3D spiders, consider small rhinestones or decals to create the body.

Style Tip: Accent one or two nails with a spider while keeping others simple for an elegant, balanced look.

3. Glow-in-the-Dark Ghosts

Design: White ghost shapes on black nails that glow in the dark—ideal for an eerie, ghostly vibe that lights up in dim settings.

How to Achieve: Apply glow-in-the-dark nail polish as the base coat, then use white polish to create the ghost shapes with a nail art brush. Black polish dots make perfect eyes for each ghost.

Style Tip: Add a clear topcoat to seal the design and extend the glow’s life. This style works great for late-night Halloween parties.

4. Pumpkin Faces

Design: Classic jack-o'-lantern faces in orange and black to capture the Halloween spirit.

How to Achieve: Paint nails with an orange base and, using black polish, add jack-o’-lantern faces (triangle eyes, a nose, and a zig-zag mouth) with a thin nail brush.

Style Tip: Consider adding glitter polish to one or two nails for a festive pop!

5. Gothic Glam Skeletons

Design: Black nails featuring tiny hand-painted skeletons, bones, or skulls in white polish create an edgy, gothic vibe.

How to Achieve: A detailed nail brush and a steady hand are key! Paint the skeleton parts carefully, or use skeleton decals if you prefer.

Style Tip: A matte black base with metallic silver accents can enhance the look for a chic, eerie effect.

6. Haunted House Silhouettes

Design: Spooky haunted houses with bats or a full moon against a dark, moody background.

How to Achieve: Start with a gradient background in dark purples or midnight blues, then use black polish to create a haunted house silhouette and tiny bats flying around. Use a dotting tool for the full moon.

Style Tip: This design works beautifully as an accent nail with other nails painted in solid spooky colors like black or dark purple.

7. Zombie-Inspired Nails

Design: Muted greens, browns, and black splatter for a grungy zombie vibe. Some nails can feature “ripped” skin or bone effects.

How to Achieve: Use a sponge to dab green and brown shades over a gray or off-white base. Add red splatters or cracks with a thin brush for a realistic torn flesh effect.

Style Tip: These nails are a fantastic match for zombie or apocalypse-themed costumes, bringing the undead look to life!

8. Witchy Crescent Moons & Stars

Design: Black nails with white or silver crescent moons, stars, and mystical symbols for a witchy, magical look.

How to Achieve: Use a fine brush or stamping tool to create detailed celestial symbols. For extra sparkle, add tiny rhinestones or silver glitter.

Style Tip: This design is great for those wanting a mystical, witchy aesthetic that can be worn even after Halloween.

9. Scary Skeleton Hands

Design: Delicate, bone-thin skeleton hands wrapping around the nails create a spooky, almost haunting vibe.

How to Achieve: Use a thin brush and white polish to carefully paint skeletal hand shapes gripping each nail. This design takes patience but has an impressive payoff!

Style Tip: Skeleton hands make an excellent accent nail—pair it with solid black nails to let the artwork stand out.

10. Classic Black Cats

Design: Black cat faces or silhouettes on nude or orange nails are a cute yet spooky tribute to Halloween.

How to Achieve: Paint small black cat faces or full-body silhouettes on the nail. Use a dotting tool to add eyes and whiskers.

Style Tip: This playful design is perfect for adding a bit of mystery to your look while keeping it light-hearted.

Final Tips for Terrifyingly Good Halloween Nails:

Use Matte Finishes: Matte topcoats enhance the spooky effect, especially with dark colors.

Invest in Stencils or Nail Stickers: These make detailed designs, like spider webs or skeletons, much easier to achieve.

Try Aeropuffing Techniques: Especially if you want to create gradients or soft, shadowy effects, aeropuffing gives a professional finish that adds depth to your designs.

Keep It Sturdy: Halloween events can be rough on nails, so use a high-quality topcoat to seal your art and protect it from chips.

These Halloween nail designs are sure to turn heads and add the final eerie touch to your Halloween ensemble. Whether you’re haunting a party or handing out candy, your nails will keep the spooky vibes alive! 🎃

[gblogodesignuk]

Some Amazing Halloween Trends in Logo Designs

Halloween is a fun and creative time of year, and businesses often embrace the spirit of the season by incorporating Halloween themes into their logo designs. 

Here are some incredible Halloween logo design styles by Professional Logo Design of the UK that have gained popularity recently:

Spooky Color Schemes:

To create a spooky atmosphere, dark and sober color palettes are frequently chosen. Ominous greens, oranges, blacks, and deep purples are frequently employed in Halloween logo designs.

Ghostly Typography:

A logo might have a spooky vibe if it uses scary and ghostly typefaces. These typefaces frequently have an aged or handwritten appearance.

Pumpkin Icons:

Often used in logo designs, pumpkins are recognized as essential Halloween emblems.

Witchy Elements:

Broomsticks, cauldrons, and witch hats may all be employed to give logo designs a magical and witchy feel.

Haunted Houses:

An iconic Halloween motif is the notion of haunted houses. It may be the focal point of the logo or utilized as a backdrop to provide a creepy feeling.

Webs and Spiders:

Adding a spooky touch to Halloween logos is a typical usage for webs and spiders. They can be made simpler for a neater appearance or more complex and elaborate.

Skeletons and Skulls:

Adding skeleton components to a logo may make it ghoulish and have a Halloween feel. Skulls may be styled in a variety of ways to match the visual identity of the company.

Monster and Zombie Silhouettes:

You may add a terrifying touch to a logo by using silhouettes of monsters, zombies, and other nighttime creatures.

Moon and Bats:

Frequently connected to Halloween, the moon and bats may evoke a dark and eerie atmosphere in logo designs.

Adding Horror Elements:

For a distinctive and memorable appearance, logo designs might use elements from vintage horror films and literature, such as Michael Myers' famous mask or Frankenstein's bolts. 

While these trends may help your logo capture the spirit of Halloween, keep in mind that it's crucial to make sure your logo design in the UK stays true to your brand's identity and messaging.

Final Thoughts 

Businesses may create a memorable connection with their clients on Halloween by incorporating the spirit of the event into their business logo design in the UK. Brands can create an unforgettable and captivating Halloween experience by integrating seasonal deals, a spooktacular color palette, frightening typography, amusing graphics, theme variants, costume logo redesigns, and humorous drawings.

So what are you waiting for? Just contact the expert logo designers at GB Logo Design.

Also Read: 5 Spooktacular Halloween-themed Graphic Design Ideas

[watchfaceswizard]

Halloween Watch Faces for Apple Watch!

Best Halloween Watch Faces

Step into the enchanting world of Halloween with our collection of top-rated watch faces. From cute ghosts to friendly pumpkins, we've got a bewitching variety!

Magical Halloween Watch Faces

Looking for watch faces that cast a spell? Our Watch Wizard app offers magical watch faces that change with the phases of the moon or display enchanting potions bubbling away.

Vampire Vibes

Sink your teeth into the dark and mysterious world of vampires with watch faces that showcase blood-red accents and fantastic animations.

Witchy Wonders

Embrace your inner witch or wizard with watch faces that feature mystical cauldrons, broomsticks, and spell books.

Haunted House Horrors

Transform your watch into a haunted mansion with watch faces that display eerie, foggy landscapes and ghostly apparitions.

Moonlit Delights

Capture the eerie beauty of moonlit nights with watch faces showcasing spooky silhouettes against a moonlit backdrop.

Feathered Friends

For a slightly less spooky but equally charming option, try watch faces with adorable Halloween-themed owls, bats, and black cats.

Jack-o'-lantern

Want to impress your friends at the Halloween party? Our watch faces aren't just scary good; they're also stylish! Whether you prefer a classic Jack-o'-lantern look or a full-on haunted mansion vibe, we've got a watch face to match your costume.

Spooky Animations

Our watch faces come to life with spooktacular animations. Imagine a witch's cauldron bubbling on your wrist or a ghostly figure floating by. It's like having a mini haunted house right on your watch!

Don't let the Halloween season pass you by without these enchanting watch faces. Download from App Store: Watch Faces - WatchWizard

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[carrionbeast]

Part 1 of my @daredevilexchange​ Daredevil + Defender Exchange Piece for @hehearse​! Part 2

Also available on Ao3 once the collection is revealed! Prompt used: talking about lost opportunities, lost chances

Image IDs are on Ao3, separately in chapter 2 and also under the cut!

[Image description: 6 images containing 11 Daredevil fan comic pages and 1 cover

Cover: 

Daredevil is written in the bright red, tilted lettering of the classic logo. In the upper left corner is a box with a black outline, split in two. The top half is a red box with white lettering, reading DDE, mimicking the marvel logo should be and under it, in a white box, is the number 1 in black lettering. Under these two boxes is the name of the author and artist, Neon Brutalism.

The cover features a large empty hourglass, tilted towards the upper left of the page. Trapped in the bottom of the hourglass, we see Daredevil and Foggy. The glass is too small for the both of them and they’re tangled in each other’s limbs. Matt’s sitting with his knees bent, uncomfortably on his tailbone. The toes of Matt’s boots are pressed up to the glass and his hands are pushing up against it above him and to his side, the red fabric of the gloves lighter where it’s tight against the curved glass. He’s blushing under his mask, tilting his head away from Foggy. Foggy, dressed in a suit with bow tie, with his legs up in the air, has one hand between Matt’s boots and one above his head, against the glass. The bottoms of Foggy’s shoes are up against the glass, right leg across Matt’s lap and his left leg behind Matt’s back. Foggy is also looking away from Matt and blushing deeply.

At the bottom of the page, the title, “The Glass of Sand and Fog” is written in white lettering with a thick black outline. /end image description]

[Image Description: Interior cover:

No art but text in the center that reads: 

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of Marvel. The original characters and plot are the property of the creator of this story. The author and artist is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended. 

In the lower left corner of the page, more text, that reads:

“For Heherse, Daredevil and Defenders Exchange 2021” /end image description]

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Panel 1  - Inside a warehouse. The moon glows through the warehouse’s glass-block windows, casting a sharp light on the room. The camera is pointed up at the villain, a thin, short-haired man, half-hidden in shadow. His right eye is obscured by a large monocle and he has a triumphant expression on his face. He is standing on top of a giant clock with a large battle-axe replacing the hour-hand. The axe-hand is pointing to the number twelve in roman numerals. The man is dressed in high-waisted riding pants with suspenders and an old fashioned button-up shirt. In his left hand, he holds a staff with a small hourglass on the top. 

The Villain: “Don’t worry, Mr. Nelson! You still have one more hour for Daredevil to come save your miserable life! But beware, the Axe of Time may be the end of you both!”

A speech balloon coming from below the panel’s edge.

Off Camera Voice: “What the hell is the axe of time?”

Panel 2 - The camera pulls out to reveal the full shape of the clock. It stands solitary on a short platform in an empty warehouse. The villain leans over the clock to glare downwards with an offended expression.

Sitting on the platform, positioned at the 6 on the clock, under the axe, is Foggy. He’s wearing a bowtie and a slightly rumpled suit. His hair is parted in the center and slightly messy. His hands are bound together at the wrist and his feet at the ankles but he does not seem very distressed. 

The Villain: “Well, not all of us can afford the giant hourglass needed for a sands of time trap.”

Foggy: “It’s just really thematically confusing.”

Panel 3 - Medium zoom in on the villain. The camera right side of his face is hidden in shadow and his grin is toothy and threatening.

The Villain: “You should be more worried about your dear friend Daredevil -”

Panel 4 - Same zoom. The villain is confused and raises a single eyebrow.

The Villain: “Wait. Friend? Associate? Client? I’m unclear on the nature of your relationship.”

Panel 5 - Medium zoom in on Foggy’s face. He rests his chin on his bound-together hands and stares forward in resignation. 

Foggy: “Yeah, you and me both.” /end image description]

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Panel 1 - Pulling back into the shadows a little, the villain grins, still gripping his staff.

The Villain: “Well, no matter…”

Panel 2 - The shadows behind the villain have shifted into the silhouette of a figure with horns. Enormous, bright red eyes glare ominously forward into the camera.

The Villain:  “Once your companion shows up to save you, he’ll meet his grisly-”

Panel 3 - The villain’s speech balloon continues into the next panel but his sentence is cut off as the shadows materialize into Daredevil. Daredevil punches the villain in the face, fist flying towards the camera. We see the villain’s full face at last as his monocle goes sailing off his face and out into the gutters between the panels. 

The Villain makes a distressed noise.

Panel 4 - A bird’s eye view down at the floor from the top of the clock. We can see Daredevil’s boots standing on the top of the clock. The villain lies unconscious on the floor, his monocle next to him, cracked and his staff out of reach.. Still sitting on the platform is Foggy, who looks up at the camera with a fond expression. 

Foggy: “My hero.”

Panel 5 - Camera at ground level, Foggy watches as Daredevil jumps towards the ground. Daredevil: “I’m guessing this was a me-related kidnapping?”

Panel 6 - The camera is over Foggy’s shoulder. Daredevil is facing away from Foggy as he unties Foggy’s hands. His expression is regretful and apologetic and the far-side of his face is slightly cast in shadow. 

Foggy: Well…

Daredevil: Sorry... /end image description]

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Panel 1 - Daredevil sits on his knees as he unties the ropes around Foggy’s ankles. He’s still regretful. Foggy reaches over to pat Daredevil on the shoulder with a comforting expression.

Foggy: “Really, don’t get pouty. This guy wasn’t exactly threatening.”

Panel 2 - Daredevil and Foggy are both standing now. Foggy is holding the remnants of the rope in his hand and examining it with a dubious expression. Behind him, Daredevil looks confused.

Foggy: “He didn’t even tie me to the clock.”

Daredevil: “That’s a clock?”

Panel 3 - Far zoom out at ground level. Foggy and Daredevil walk away from the camera towards the double-doors of the warehouse. Light from the street casts a shadow behind them as they move towards the light.

Daredevil: “Why’s there an axe on it?”

Foggy: “His theme is inconsistent.”

Daredevil: “Hm.”

Panel 4 - Pull back and reveal the outside of the warehouse, a square brick building with a low, flat roof. The full moon hangs low in the sky. The streets around them are empty and a bright streetlamp casts the warehouse area in light, reflecting off the power lines and windows of the warehouse. Daredevil climbs a rickety ladder next to the warehouse door, leading up to the warehouse roof as Foggy stands on the ground and watches him climb.

Daredevil: ”To be honest, I think time is scary enough without a giant axe clock.”

Panel 5 - Foggy grins up at Daredevil as he climbs up the ladder towards the camera.

Foggy: “What, worried about getting old? Daredeviling getting hard on your knees?”

Daredevil: “No, no…”

Panel 6 - As Daredevil’s boots retreat out of the top of the panel, Foggy starts to climb up after Daredevil.

Daredevil: “It’s hard to explain.”

Panel 7 - At the top of the warehouse. The roof access door visible over h’s shoulder, Daredevil is standing on the flat roof and reaching over the ledge to pull Foggy the remaining distance up the ladder.

Daredevil: “Maybe it’s the idea of stuff slipping away, missing chances, that sort of thing.”

Foggy: “Let’s not talk about slipping when you’re pulling me up a rusty ladder?” /end image description]

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Panel 1 - The New York City skyline lights up the horizon as Daredevil and Foggy sit on the ground of the roof, their backs to the ledge wall surrounding it. Daredevil hugs his knees and Foggy has one  leg stretched out and one bent slightly, more relaxed. Foggy looks at Daredevil.

Foggy: “So, what slipped away from you?”

Panel 2 - From behind, Daredevil pulls his cowl up and off, revealing Matt’s hair. It’s static-y and wild from being under the cowl.

Matt: “Oh…”

Panel 3 - Matt grips his knuckles and faces down, blushing brightly as Foggy, with a determined expression, runs his fingers through Matt’s hair trying to smooth it down. 

Matt: “Just… Stuff.”

Panel 4 - Matt in profile, gently wincing. The blush has receded and Foggy is smiling at him.

Foggy: “Oh. like how I still wish I had tried out for the Hell’s Kitchen community theater production of The Scarlet Pimpernel?”

Matt: “Ha, kind of.”

Panel 5 - Meta panel, borderless with a white background. Cartoon-y versions of Matt and Foggy pop up from the edge of the lower panel’s border, standing next to an elaborate image of Foggy dressed in a French Revolution era military outfit, reminiscent of Norm Lewis’s from the 2006 revival. Cartoon Foggy is looking at the version of himself in costume thoughtfully, cartoon Matt has his arms crossed and is nodding.

Foggy: “Well, it’s not too late. They’re doing Les Mis in the fall. What do you think, should I try out for Fog Valfog or Fog-vert?”

Matt: “Oh, Fog-vert, one hundred percent.”

Panel 6 - Tight on Matt, his face is half-hidden in shadow. He’s smiling slightly but is more sad than anything else. 

Matt: “I think I’m too late for what I’m thinking about, though.”

Panel 7 - Panning over to Foggy, who is reaching for Matt’s shoulder.

Foggy: “Oh, come on, Matty, don’t be so broody.”

Panel 8 - Tight on the lower half of Matt’s face and his shoulder, where Foggy’s hand is resting. Matt is blushing again. In the background, Foggy is prattling on about something unclear but Matt isn’t paying attention.

Panel 9 - Matt in profile, his head cast down and shadows cover the top half of his face. He’s hesitant to explain.

Matt: “Foggy I - …” /end image description]

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Panel 1 - Pull out to see Matt facing the camera and Foggy next to him. Matt isn’t facing Foggy and is still blushing. Foggy’s excited and has taken his hand off Matt’s shoulder.

Matt: “... Do you want a ride home?”

Foggy: “Oh hell yes, I do!”

Panel 2 - The lights of the New York buildings around them blur as Matt swings through the city on his billy club, Foggy’s arms tight around his neck.

Panel 3 - Foggy’s apartment, small amongst the New York skyscrapers. Scattered lights are on in the windows of the buildings, but Foggy’s apartment is dark.

Foggy: “So, uhhh…”

Panel 4 - Inside Foggy’s apartment, the lights are off. Matt stands stiffly with his arms crossed in the corner, next to the window, staying in the shadows. Foggy, in the foreground, is pulling off his dress shirt, revealing his undershirt. His belt is unbuckled and hanging loosely. He’s not looking at Matt.

Foggy: "... So you think Javert? Its a good role. I'm - I mean, I'm not sure I can carry it but ..." 

Panel 5 - Matt’s blushing bright red under his mask again and he points outside, leaning towards the window, slightly panicked. Foggy’s a little disappointed.

Matt: “I - um, sorry. I need to go. Because - I … Crime.”

Foggy: “Oh, sure, no proble-”

Matt: “Bye.”

Panel 6 - Foggy frowns as a red blur leaps out the window.

Panel 7 - Cut to a bright day. Foggy, wearing a dress shirt with vest and tie, is sitting at a  restaurant table across from Kirsten, who is wearing a blouse and slacks. The table has a glass of water and an uneaten burger and fries in front of Foggy and fried shrimp and salad in front of Kirsten Foggy has his eyes closed and arms crossed, frowning. Kirsten is leaning back, resting her left arm on the back of the chair and holding her drink casually in her right hand.

Foggy: “And that is the longest I’ve seen him in two weeks.” /end image description]

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Panel 1 - A restaurant patio on a New York street during the day. Foggy buries his face in his hands.

Foggy: "I had the perfect opportunity there. He was talking about - things he wished he'd done. UGH- Kirsten, why did I have to keep talking about musicals?"

Panel 2 - Close on Kirsten. She smirks and rolls her eyes.

Kirsten: “Hm, changing the subject to avoid being honest about something? Sounds like you've been hanging around Matt plenty to me.”

Panel 3 - Foggy holds a french fry and scowls at Kirsten while she takes a sip of her water through the straw. 

Foggy: “Hilarious. I'm pretty sure he knows how I feel anyway.”

Panel 4: Foggy, chewing, rests his cheek in his hand and looks away from Kirsten, pouting.

Foggy: “He turned red and panic-jumped out the window before I could finish talking about Javert."

Panel 5 - Pull out to a bird’s eye view. A graffitied truck rumbles by the patio as Foggy takes a bite of his hamburger. Kirsten has put her drink down.

Kirsten: "Well, is that better or worse than an actual rejection?"

Panel 6 - Foggy is glaring down at his burger as he chews, annoyed. 

Foggy: "At least an actual rejection has catharsis. Avoiding me is just him being a selfish dick." /end image description]

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Panel 1 - The camera shifts slightly, pointing up from under the table, revealing the restaurant name behind Foggy and Kirsten; The Dog Track, and in the corner of the sign, the disclaimer “No longer associated with the New York Gaming Commission”. Kirsten is keeping her face carefully neutral as Foggy’s expression is more irritated. 

Kirsten: “That’s a little uncharitable.”

Foggy: "Just because I'm in love with him doesn't mean I don't know what he's LIKE."

Panel 2 - Kirsten tilts her head and holds a fried shrimp on a fork in her right hand. 

Kirsten: "And you can't just skip all the drama, pick up your phone and call him right now because...?"

Panel 3 - Tight on Foggy, who isn’t meeting Kirsten’s eye and is blushing.

Foggy: "It's ... complicated!"

Panel 4 - Pull out on Kirsten and Foggy. Kirsten is grinning and Foggy is hunched over, eating his hamburger and looking annoyed and embarrassed.

Kirsten: "You know you're about 15 years late for this high school shit, right?"

Foggy: “You’re 15 years too late.” /end image description]

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Panel 1 - Another warehouse at night, large shadows cast around the room.There’s no moon lighting the windows tonight. An enormous hourglass stands on the dirty floor, a few old crates are up against the wall and some of the pipes nearby are leaking water out onto the floor. There’s a human figure in shadow within the top section of the hourglass and another one on the floor, pacing. All the sand within the hourglass is in the bottom section.

Shadowed Figure in the Hourglass: “So did you get a grant or what?”

Shadowed figure on the floor: “Silence.”

Panel 2 - Foggy, of course, is the one trapped inside the hourglass. He’s annoyed but sitting comfortably like he’s in a hammock. He throws his hands up, gesturing to the hourglass around him.

Foggy: “It's just this is kind of a big budget upgrade from two week ago! I thought you spent all your money on that tranquilizer you hit me with.”

Panel 3 - Foggy frowns, skeptically and taps the glass with a finger.

SFX: Tink-tink

Panel 4 - Close on the villain, still cast in shadow. His monocle has a crack down the middle and he is wearing a waistcoat over a dress shirt and he’s furious. The hourglass is visible behind him and as Foggy pulls his cell phone from his pocket, watches the villain from within the hourglass.

Foggy: "... You know I need to be in the bottom part of this, right?" 

Villain: “I know how an hourglass works.”

Panel 5 - Over Foggy’s shoulder, within the hourglass, we see his phone. There’s a series of unreadable text messages sent to and from a devil emoji, but the latest one, sent from Foggy, simply reads “Halp”.

Foggy: “Touchy, touchy…” /end image description]

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Panel 1 - Foggy is still reading his phone, more or less bored with the villain’s theatrics and waiting for a return text. 

Foggy: “So, what, you forgot you needed a way to flip it over?”

Panel 2 - The villain crosses his arms and glares up at Foggy, offended.

Villain: “I’m sorry, do I come into your place of business and tell you how to do your job?”

Panel 3 - The camera faces Foggy within the hourglass. He throws his hands up in frustration, still gripping his phone. 

Foggy: “Sorry, this is an even less deadly death trap than the first one!”

Panel 4 - Super tight shot on the villain’s eyes. The cracks in his monocle gleam and his visible eye makes him look deranged with the rest of his face in shadow.

Villain: “I am perfectly content to just push the hourglass into the river, Mr. Nelson, and let Daredevil find your bloated corpse when it washes up."

Panel 5 - Foggy smirks, looking profoundly unintimidated and reading his phone. 

Foggy: “I’d be more intimidated if I thought you could afford to replace it.” /end image description]

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Panel 1 and 2 - The villain furiously points up at Foggy. 

Villain: “I will have you know Mr. Nelson, I”

The villain is suddenly cut off when a red billy club flies in from the left side of the panel, hitting him in the side of the head. His monocle goes flying and the villain himself drops like a sack of bricks.

Panel 3 - Daredevil in silhouette jumps down and lands gracefully on the silhouette of the hourglass with Foggy inside.

Foggy: “You know I don't think this guy thought this supervillain thing through.”

Panel 4 - Foggy looks up and watches as Daredevil perches on the edge of the hourglass and pushes it open at a hidden hinge. He faces down at Foggy.

Daredevil: “I don’t think any of them do.”

Panel 5 - Free of the hourglass, Foggy stands in the background next to the exit of the warehouse, one hand on his hip and the other rubbing the back of his neck. He eyes Daredevil as Daredevil scowls, fastening ropes around the villain’s hands.

Foggy: “So, we haven't really had a chance to talk at the office lately…”

Daredevil: “Well, we’ve been really busy.”

Panel 6 - Daredevil faces the exit, his face hidden and looking away from Foggy, who stands in the foreground.

Foggy: “I, uh, do need to talk to you about something -”

Daredevil: “Sure - yeah, sure, just uh….” /end image description]

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Panel 1 - A red blur as Matt takes off, leaving Foggy in silhouette behind him.

Panel 2 - Matt’s office, during the day. Matt is sitting in a leather chair behind his desk. He is wearing a suit and tie and his eyes are hidden behind his rectangular, red sunglasses.. Kirsten is there, sitting on the edge of Matt’s desk, half-turning to look at him as they talk, she’s wearing a pair of high-waisted slacks and a flowy blouse. Matt’s office is tidy, with a long filing cabinet in the corner with a braille printer on top. His desk is clean aside from his braille reader, hooked up to his closed laptop and a mug next to him. Other buildings are visible in the window behind him. Kirsten’s expression is slightly skeptical and Matt is wincing, embarrassed.

Kirsten: “So you left a devil-shaped dustcloud.”

Matt: “Look, I’m not proud of it.” 

Panel 3 - Matt leans back in his chair, smiling weakly. 

Matt: “I just need some time. I’ve been actively pushing this down for years, it just… comes back up sometimes.”

Panel 4 - Kirsten is skeptical and Matt smiles grimly. Behind Kirsten, we see Matt’s office door which reads Murdock (in reversed letters).

Kirsten: “And that’s why you’re hiding in your office.”

Matt: “And that’s why I’m hiding in my office.”

Panel 5 - Zoom in on Matt. He’s half-smiling, but clearly sad.

Matt: “I just… I know he won’t be a dick about it. But it’ll make him uncomfortable and I …”

Panel 6: Matt slouches all the way down in his chair, the office around him having vanished into a white void and leaving him alone to sulk.

Matt: “I’ve put him through enough.” /end Image description]

[pollenat]

SEVENTEEN and 5 ways to say I love you

S.COUPS

Droplets of water resting on his cheeks, reflecting moonlight. The rain has surprised you on an evening walk, and right now you’re standing by the crosswalk, his arms holding the coat above your heads while he stares at the red light. You should be shivering and getting annoyed at the discomfort of wet clothes, but you can’t stop staring at his ethereal side profile.

A gentle smile blossoming on his face whenever you compliment him. It’s so powerful, you can never stare at it long enough. He may say “Of course, I know that.”, but that doesn’t make him any less happy. And when you tell him how great he is in the tough moments, Seungcheol doesn’t respond. Instead, he hides his head under your chin, where he is always welcome to regain confidence and comfort.

Kissing him goodbye when he stops the car by your house. It’s lingering, your arms embracing one another to keep it going as long as possible. Neither of you are ready to part ways, despite the late hour. His hands press at your lower back, and after long minutes of being entwined, you pull away with sadness matching his eyes. Seungcheol grabs you once again, for one last kiss, and then finally lets go, his eyes following you until you disappear inside.

Taking a step back when his voice raises. It’s different - an irritating blaring alarm compared to the sweetness of his usual tone. His eyes are also strange. So stark, you feel the pain they’re meant to inflict. But the hurt doesn’t make you close in on yourself. Instead, it’s like a log to your fire. You need to stand up to it, fuel the useless aggression, even if it will burn you in the end.

Carefully spreading the blues of a face mask on his face. His eyes are closed, and open only when you can’t stop yourself from laughing any longer. “What’s so funny?” you genuinely want to explain, but another look at the numerous pigtails sticking out in different directions forces you to hide in one of his shoulders. “What did you do to my face?” his question is trying to be humorous, but the terror is all too evident in it.

JEONGHAN

The sight of snow covering every surface possible. His voice when he complains about the cold. The redness of his nose poking above the scarf you’re tying around his neck. “You’re being embarrassing.”, but Jeonghan fails at hiding his smile behind the material. He doesn’t know his eyes are betraying him. “Yeah I know”, you answer him, now indifferent to the teasing.

Tired smile decorating his face when he visits you in the evening of your birthday. Training clothes crumpled, hair a mess, shoelaces untied and tucked into the sides. You tell him he didn’t have to, he’s done enough for you and needs rest. But truth be told, you’re selfishly happy to have him here. “If it’s for you, I don’t mind giving up few hours of sleep.” he says with calm certainty.

The times you have to wait for him to acknowledge you because of a petty fight. He’s not the person to back down from one, and you sometimes feel like pulling your fingers out from the amount of frustration you’re going through. You know he’ll eventually relent, let you in, lock you in a tight embrace, if only to ask why didn’t you say anything sooner. You’ll want to pick up the fight again, but what for?

Pieces of clothing he deliberately leaves at your place, so he can tease you whenever you put them on. “I was wondering where it disappeared.” “But you-” “It’s okay. I know how good I smell.” “Jeonghan-” “Shh, you can hold on to it for now.” As much as you want to argue, you end the fight with an angry sigh.

The smell of grass during a sunny day. Tree bark imprinting itself on your back, and Jeonghan’s head weighing down your thigh, his breath calm. There’s no doubt - he’s asleep. The guy could doze off anywhere. Somewhere in the back, a guitarist is playing for tips, light melody mixing with distant chatter. Your hands put away the book, tired of holding it in the air. Instead, you let the strands of Jeonghan’s hair entertain you.

JOSHUA

The cheesiness of slow-dancing in a room illuminated by the moon only. A song you came to like is playing, and Joshua’s voice joins the singer every now and then, before he stops himself. You’d rather listen to him singing. He laughs at the idea. “Don’t be cheesy!” but he can be?

Helping him fix his tie and collar before going to theater. His chin is pointing upwards, but his eyes are set on your face. You aren’t sure what he’s looking for, and the constant observation makes you self-conscious. “Why are you staring at me?” the question makes him smile. You take note of that, but remain busy with the tie. “Just admiring my beautiful plus one.”

Sitting by the table, him in front of you. It’s night time, and you’re both tired. It’s crazy how despite a hectic day, Joshua has managed to make you dinner. “Oh, this? It’s nothing!” was what he said after putting the plates of a complicated dish down. You can’t help, but smile to yourself in silence. Joshua’s foot nudges your underneath the table, and you look up to see him frowning questioningly. “It’s delicious.” has him smiling proudly.

The movie being just a background noise, neither of you interested in what it has to present. Not when you’re cuddled on the sofa, almost (!) sleeping. Joshua has his head tucked under your jaw. His breathing is regular and warm on your neck.Your fingers get tangled in the longer hairs on the top of his head. Eyes finally closing, the last thing you register is the characteristic smell of his shampoo.

Seeing his shoulders closing in on him. Head down, eyes empty, lips shut tight. Your approaching footsteps have no effect on his stature. He’s sitting still in his pose. A hand on his shoulder ends up shaken off. Words directed at him earn no response. After what feels like forever of standing dumbfounded by his side, you take a step back and leave him be. Maybe he needs space. Maybe he will call for you when he’s ready. Maybe, maybe, maybe. One thing is sure - you do feel a little hurt by rejection.

JUN

The weight of his hand on your shoulder when you’re standing in a crowded space. It’s a bit suffocating, you can’t lie. Having Junhui’s protective arm embracing you forces your attention to focus on his presence instead. He can’t bring himself to look at you, sure you’ll tease him. Still, he can feel your admiring glances. “I know, I’m very chivalrous.” leaves his mouth before he can bite his tongue. “Don’t ruin the moment.” “Okay.”

Kissing your forehead numerous times when he notices it’s warm. His jumper is already on your chest, shyly given earlier after you commented the weather. Jun’s cold hand rests on your cheek to check its temperature too. After one last peck he finally declares “You have a fever.” in a bewildered tone.

Opening your phone’s gallery to twenty new selfies that Junhui has taken when you weren’t nearby. They’re almost all the same, but you can’t bring yourself to delete any. Even if it means he gets teasing material. “Obviously, I’m just too good-looking, right babe?” “Oh my god, yes you are, Junhui.” “Exactly.”

A noodle hanging from his mouth, and the suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. You think of the scene that the two of you saw the day before - the connection is obvious. Jun smiles when you hesitate to follow his lead, proud to bring your cheeks the warmth of embarrassment. Then he chokes on the noodle, because you decided to strike back and take the other end in your mouth. As if he was the only one allowed to tease in your relationship.

How odd it is to see him indifferent and actually nervous around you. There’s a fear that it might’ve cemented the incoming end of your relationship. That maybe he wants nothing more to do with you. But Jun’s train of thoughts is far away from the breakup sphere, rather unsure how to make things normal again. It’s only a matter of time, right? And why are you just as strange about everything as him?

HOSHI

Sharing a blanket with each other on the cold wooden boards, your group of friends seated in a circle, as you take turns telling scary stories. Your and Soonyoung’s terrified glances meet every now and then, before he leans on your chest so you can lock hands over his shoulder protectively. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.” His giggles at your promise score you numerous scolding looks.

You’re not the first one to notice him. Once his silhouette comes into your view, he’s already jumping in place, flailing his arms in the air for attention. A big smile spreads across his face, pushing his eyes almost shut. Soonyoung mouths something, but you can’t read his lips at all. Then he starts running towards you with arms wide open for embrace. Laughing, you do the same. It is embarrassing, but your suffering ends as soon as your face can hide in his neck.

Spoons of your meal disappearing in his mouth, although his half-finished own is resting right next to it. After five pointed glances, you give up to watch him full-time instead. Soonyoung is clearly enjoying his food. “Why are you not eating?” “I’m full already.” “You and your small stomach!” Him and his big stomach!

The collection of old Halloween couple costume’s you’ve collected over the years. Each worn just once, each as memorable as the previous one. Soonyoung throws himself at the mountain of colorful materials, his lips pouting. “You want to get rid of them? Our memories?!” “They’re taking up too much space.” He groans disgusted. “So?” “Get off and help me pack them.” “Make me!”

His sad eyes following your every move as you walk around the room gathering things. There’s a stark contrast between his watery gaze, and your angry stare. Every few seconds he starts senseless sentences, more a product of desperation than solid argumentation. And then you leave him alone, to get lost in his sad thoughts, to wonder what could’ve been done to avoid the conflict altogether.

WONWOO

Eardrum-bursting noise of speeding cars. You flinch in your spot, then shoot a glare to the man that accidentally sat on remote control. “Wonwoo!” He smiles apologetically once you point out the volume. Sighing, you pick up the phone. Its clock reads 2 a.m, but even the realization doesn’t make you tired. “One more mission, come on!”

No matter when and where you’ve agreed to meet, he’s always the first one to appear. It’s not the nicest feeling - being always waited for - but Wonwoo rejects your attempts at confrontation. He says he’s used to it and prefers things that way. Why worry your head, when it’s all figured out. He doesn’t know that you know that he’s very particular about being the first one everywhere. Talk about chivalry.

The avoidance of physical contact. Yes, you are in a disagreement. Yes, some feelings were hurt. Yes, both of you are mad. The tension is thick, waiting for a knife sharp enough to cut through it. Tired of frowning, you reach for the rock you can always lean on, but the rock moves. You’re pushed away without him pushing, and at that moment the word hurt is redefined.

Summery evening spent by a lake. There’s a picnic table, usually posing nude with its graffiti, today dressed in a checkered cloth. A basket of half-finished lunch rests above all, closed, hopefully keeping the fruit away from insects. You watch another stone skipping the surface of calm water. It’s not a record-breaker, but you still cheer for Wonwoo. Sunset glances off of his glasses when he turns to look back.

Going through the pictures you ordered. A large frame is placed on the other end of the table, the blankness waiting for colors. But it’s been hours, and aside from leaning over the pictured memories, no collection has been decided. Wonwoo’s hand closes over yours when you hand him a particularly funny photograph. His deep hum resonates in appreciation.

WOOZI

The look of bewilderment he puts on when your hand offers him a spoonful of food. You don’t mind the public, only nod at him in encouragement, and although shy, he accepts the offering. “Please, stop doing that.” “I can’t hear you because this stew is so amazingly delicious! You should have a taste once more!” Another spoon glares at him under your innocent gaze.

Hugging him tightly as you’re waiting for sleep to take over. The duvet is too cold for your liking, and Jihoon offers the only source of warmth you accept. You know that in the morning you’ll wake up separated, but for now you plan on enjoying being so close to him. Every now and then he leaves lingering kisses on your forehead without saying a word.

The deepness of bass syncing with your heartbeat. Jihoon is facing away from you, propped on his locked hands and gazing at the computer screen. He always closes off to focus on analyzing his tracks. As much as you want to remain silent and follow his lead, you’re convinced you’ve heard the same tune before. Then you recognize it from Jihoon’s humming a week prior.

His tear-strained face after a big argument. You’re shocked to see him so broken, and all the anger that’s been boiling your blood disappears. Jihoon accepts the embrace, his arms closing on you tightly, as he whispers “Don’t argue with me anymore, please. I don’t want you to leave”.

The day you run up the stairs to his apartment. The neighbors nod at you in mute greetings, all offering smaller or bigger smiles. Your fingers quickly put a memorized code in. The front door opens after you press the handle. There’s a pair of slippers already waiting. Jihoon walks into the hallway to welcome you. His hair is still wet from the shower.

DK

The annoyingly omittable grocery store playlists. They’re so subtle in their existence, you hum, but never remember exactly which melody. That is unless that song comes on. Seokmin who’s been pulling the cart from the side, turns to face you with a knowing smile. “Please, not here.” you ask, but Seokmin just turns away and begins singing along. People look, and you’re both extremely embarrassed and eager to listen to his voice more.

Instead of being angry, like you are, he’s sad. Misery written all over his infuriatingly beautiful face. It’s petty to continue attacking him with hurtful words. The ammo you’ve loaded now just a steam coming from na overheated gun. Seokmin doesn’t speak. He’s silent. It’s as if you’re the only one who can decide when will all the arguing end.

Finding a birthday gift a week before. Seokmin is terrible at hiding things meant for you, and although you’re itching to ask him “Your underwear drawer? Really?” you act as if nothing ever happened. Even if your fun was ruined, you do not wish him the same. He genuinely believes your act of surprise later.

Sitting chest to chest, legs around one another, while you’re brushing his hair. He doesn’t shy away from admitting that this tradition is his favorite one. That’s why you run comb through his locks for way too long, to keep him close, and bask in the familiarity of it all. When your eyes fall down, they always catch his big ones, patiently waiting for you to finish, and gift him a kiss.

A surprise backhug when you’re washing the dishes. Seokmin should be drying them off with a towel, but some time ago he abandoned the task, He’s always been quick to lose interest. His head rests on your shoulder, voice impatiently asking when will it be over. You want to laugh at him. Tell him to get back to work. But then again - you’re enjoying the warmth he’s radiating. Like fire in a chimney.

MINGYU

Styling his hair after he has left the shower. Mingyu giggles hysterically as you put finishing touches to his mohawk. “You could be a punk rock guitarist.” his canines come into full display at the comment. Later he tells you to make him a greaser, with a carefully twisted lock of hair falling down his forehead.

A letter he has written when he realized things weren’t completely alright with you at the moment. A collection of words that to you make much more sense than to any other person. The letter itself can’t take the weight off of your shoulders, but the gentleness of his words, the constant encouragement, and the amount of love confessions do give you a new feeling, this time - a good one.

The giddiness when you know you’ll see him a matter of minutes. And as soon as you do, a smile breaks out, because how can it not? His is similar, just as full of warmth as yours. The only things warmer than it are his welcoming embrace and your cheeks rubbing. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long! You’re not late? Well, I was still waiting to see you!”

The warmest and securest of embraces he offers at any time of the day.  Mingyu may be busy and still take a moment to hug you when things don’t feel quite right. Just a look, a pout, a sigh, a call of his name, or a hand on his shoulder - Mingyu drops whatever it is he’s doing and opens his arms. Most times, as an added bonus, he offers you quick pecks of pure honey. Anywhere he can reach.

Sneaking hands into one another’s sleeves when the weather is cold. It may not be the smartest move, because there’s not much two adults merged in a pose like that can do. Mingyu giggles at the feeling of your ice cold fingers grabbing his arms, meanwhile almost jumping away from you. Only the hold you have on his limbs stops him from parting ways. “You’re too cold! I didn’t sign up for this!” “You’re supposed to warm my hands, so stop complaining!”

THE8

The warmth of his arm as the two you huddle in front of a painting in the museum. Minghao‘s telling you what he thought of when he saw it for the first time. Then he encourages you to share your opinion. His eyes look genuinely curious. “I didn’t think of it like that!”, but you doubt his words. Still, it feels nice to be appreciated and listened to.

His tendency to fall silent in the middle of argument that does nothing to cease your annoyance. In the back of your mind a voice is telling you that it went too far, and you should follow suit, but the wind’s silence can never extinguish a raging fire. Blinded by rage, you throw the book you were holding on the ground, turn around and storm off, ignoring his voice calling your name. “Stop being childish!” annoys you only more.

The first thing you notice while falling into his arms being his perfume. It’s so rich, and so his, you feel safe and right in place before you can sense the plush of his flesh under fingertips. Minghao giggles at your strengthening grip. His ears pick up on your sniffing and after some time of letting you soak in his presence, he makes you look him in the eyes. You can’t argue - who would reject a kiss of adoration from a man like that?

Sharing a piece of cake in a cafe. It’s a red velvet, with strawberries on the side. There’re no words being exchanged, you just steal small smiles in each other’s direction. The cake disappears slowly, each spoon frugal and shy. It’s not that you can’t afford another one. The cake is an object of sentiment - something shared between two close people.

The delicateness of his fingertip on your upper cheek. It swipes to the side and (sadly) leaves. Minghao’s eyes follow his thumb as he transports a lost eyelash to the front of your lips. “Make a wish.” he says with a gentle smile. Heart fluttering, you struggle to glue together a proper plead. It’s the first dream that came up and you have nothing better to offer. Then you blow the eyelash into the air. Please world, make it happen.

SEUNGKWAN

Trivial words that hurt like a stabbing knife. Now, instead of blood, they’re a source of all-consuming guilt. Even if the argument was mutual, you want to take everything back, because the present feels empty without Seungkwan. Your phone lights up with a message before you can drown yourself in sorrow. “We’ll talk tomorrow.” and tomorrow you hope to see him.

A band-aid that’s turned useless, but cannot be taken off. It’s what remains of Seungkwan’s touch, before he left for work overseas. The material is dirty, and sticking out at ends, and you should just get rid off it, because it’s a stupid reason to hold on to. Yet here you are - just pressing it down every five minutes in silent acceptance.

Poking your head into the hallway. TV is playing in the background, but a singing voice breaks through the noise. You smile in recognition and slowly make your way forward, towards the bathroom door. Seungkwan is in the middle of a shower. Happy to catch him off-guard, you sit down by the wall and listen. No plead is enough to make him sing consciously in your presence.

The melted chocolate you forgot to hide in the fridge. Seungkwan is scowling at his fingertips, sunk in the dark brown smudge. From his eyes alone you can tell he’s about to start scowling you. “Don’t be such a baby! Just go wash them!” He’s about to argue, but you push him out of the kitchen. “We wasted perfectly good chocolate!” We? That’s a first. Although he left, you hear him smacking lips. Seungkwan couldn’t allow the sweets to just waste.

An empty sofa to your side. A soft rug in front of you. Pillows thrown around the room. And yet, you and him are sitting huddled on the armchair, something designed for one (1) user. Seungkwan has his head lying on your shoulder. You’re too engrossed in TV to notice his lack of attention to the show. With passing moments his mouth moves closer to your neck, eyes on your side profile, hands on your hip.

VERNON

Seeing him in a badly sewn beanie that you wouldn’t have given to him if he hadn’t found it in your kitchen cupboard. It’s a mess of unfinished threads and misplaced crosses. Still, Vernon assures you that he loves it. “I look pretty cool in it, right?”, the earnest smile put on display. You look for the signal of a lie, but between the messy fringe, and the perfect pearls on display, you can’t find even a trace of it.

The moment he pulls away for a breather, his eyes hooded, lips swollen. It’s afternoon, though you do not care about the time. You marvel at the shadows, dancing with purple light on his face, but can only take a mental picture. His mouth is quick to return to yours, hands right behind it. The buckle of your belt clings with the button of his jeans.

Standing on a beach during a cold afternoon. The wind plays with whatever it can touch - waves, strands of hair, the lightest grains of sand. Above the howls you can hear Vernon’s breathing. He doesn’t say anything, maybe listening to the same things as you, maybe thinking about the things beyond. But his presence triumphs over the coldness.

The feeling of being watched that pops up randomly. Always with him, always when he’s sure you’re too busy to notice, always without a word spoken, always in your peripheral vision. You can’t tell whether he just gets lost in thoughts or is admiring you, but you never point it out. Others do it for you.

The buzz of adrenaline surging through your veins when he closes the door behind him. He’s mad, but doesn’t use the piece of wood to have the last sound. He rarely raises his voice, never shows anger through strength, never takes it out on the inanimated objects. The observation instantly causes you to miss him. But you can’t decide which feeling you should listen to - fresh anger, or even fresher loneliness.

CHAN

His voice reaching your ears through the phone every night, without a day off. Sometimes it’s tired, sometimes excited, but always there. He protests whenever you tell him to just hang up and go rest. “Don’t you want to talk with me?” “Of course I do. But you sound sleepy.” “Just five more minutes!” A long silence, and then a sigh. “Alright.”

The times when the only source of comfort he accepts is your embrace. You’re lying on the couch, arms opened for his frowning face. Not a full second passes, and he’s placed on top of you, nose in the crook of your neck, hands on your sides, legs digging underneath yours. Questions are avoided with simple I missed you’s.

Collecting tears down his jawline. Offered hug is rejected, but his pushing hands are weak, unsure in their movement. You can read him like a book, though you do not admit that aloud. He wants you to stay and comfort him. Cling to him despite his attempts at rejection. Chan sniffles. This time when your arms circle him, he does nothing to stop them.

The embarrassment you have to bite down. You’re just as flattered, but the latter feeling is much easier to hide. People are watching, some giggling, honestly enjoying the show,  some are feeling for the position you’re put in. Chan is still smiling widely, his pupils full of adoration. Too scared to do anything else, you decide to hide in his arms, already opened for an embrace. He’s the best type of both lovely and shameless.

Skipping down the stone stairs hand in hand. The rain has made a prompt run to shelter out of your slow afternoon walk. Suddenly, you can feel his fingers pulling at yours. Not down the stairs, but to his side. Chan slips. It’s a split second, somehow long enough to push heart up your throat. He manages to lean on the other leg to regain balance. Again, for a moment. Chan jumps down the last few stairs, straight into a puddle of rain water, successfully spraying you with the small tidal wave created from the impact. “I’m sorry!” but he laughs, so is he really?

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Epilogue: Ja Mata, Friends

I finally finished the Main Story Quest Rewritten Series! Yaaaaay! *Kermit Flail!*

Erii settled down on her knees and opened her little red suitcase. She wrote down on the paper notepad that she was supposed to be going to Korea to start a new life, but you notice that she didn’t pack very much. 

Your body still aches terribly to the point where you wanted to puke. Your eyes rolled with fatigue. But Erii was showing you her things and writing down her words in her way to chat with you even though you could only stare blankly.

You were in the middle of a graveyard of bones. The cooling effect of the broken canister of liquid nitrogen mixed with the spring air and created a dense fog in the Red Well. But you could still see the outlines of ribs, femurs and skulls among the pile of debris. Charred skeletons embraced each other in battle and deadpool remains mixed with human remains. It reminded you of a scene in an ancient fossilized tar pit. Over hundreds or thousands of years, countless animals and people fell into the pit and died together. Archeologists discovered them but their bones were all mixed up.

Erii showed you her Roman shoes, her white strapped shoes, her hairpins, stockings and ribbons all neatly packed. Then she showed you her little toys. Then she showed you her postcards.

“On April 24th, I went to Tokyo Sky Tree with Sakura. The warmest place in the world is on the Sky Tree.”

“On April 26th, I went to Meiji Shrine with Sakura. Someone held a wedding there.”

“On April 25th, I went to the amusement park with Sakura. The haunted house was scary, but with Sakura there it wasn’t so scary.”

You blink sleepily and suppress a yawn to avoid the pain of stretching your bones. “Hmm… at Christmas, I will take you to see Siberia.”

She nods seriously as this is a solemn vow to her.

Erii quietly took out some of her clothes and pressed them against your skin. The battle had ruined the last remnants of your wedding dress. She opened a blouse and slid it on your arms, pausing when you flinched and hissed in pain, only to continue when you relaxed. Then she buttoned up the front for you. She handed you her skirt and slipped it over your body. 

A soft noise, like a stone rolling down a hill made you sit up in alarm. Erii pressed one hand to your shoulder to keep you from standing. She wrote in her notebook. “Sakura is here.”

You blink at an approaching, staggering human shaped shadow in the fog. For a second, you think it’s Z and your heart lifts. In a few more seconds, Lu Mingfei came into view. Erii with her amazing hearing had already sensed his approach. That explained why she had dressed you and covered you up.

The man looked exhausted and soaked to the bone. At the sight of Erii’s wave, he relaxed to near collapse. “You’re here!” He exclaimed.

Lu Mingfei stumbled the rest of the way into her arms. He hugged her tightly and after a long time, he quietly began to cry. You watched them embrace, feeling happy for them at first, and your eyes grow dull.

Chance was gone. Ruri Kazama was gone too. He fell asleep in the mind of Chime and you would never be so greedy as to use the clapper on him to bring him back. Chime was off somewhere with his brother. It was uncertain if you’d ever see him again. Somehow, you’d seen the world, been wooed by the most beautiful men of Tokyo and still had ended up alone with no one to hold you and cry. 

Lu Mingfei had arrived in a black Mercedes and that’s what you took to get out of this place. You fell asleep on your way there.

You woke up days later to an IV in your arm in the comfort of the luxury suite. You stare up at the princess canopy. You’re surprised. How could it be that this place remained untouched throughout the whole disaster? Ruri Kazama knew your room. Perhaps by his fierce order, all the Devil Clan members knew not to destroy the bedroom of his precious love.

“MC…” A familiar voice speaks out of the dimly lit corner. You sit up. 

Renata was sitting next to your bedside. Her long blond hair was down over her bare shoulders. She wore a frilly blue lace top and a light yellow skirt with a white obi belt at her waist. A black knee brace interrupted her silhouette. For a moment you stare silently into each other’s eyes, expressionless. 

“Is there still a bug in this room?” You ask.

“I had Fingel remove it.” She said, standing and sitting next to you on your bed.

You finally wrap your arms around her, rest your head in her chest, and the tears roll down your face. Renata doesn’t cry but the strength in her arms as they hold you, so firm and so tightly, conveys her thoughts. You slept for twenty years and traveled all the way across the world. You’d fought with monsters and devils, gangsters and gods. But you still managed to find each other in the end. In this secret hide away in the dark, you could hold each other again. You press your ear to her chest and listen to that strong heavy heartbeat and hear her breathe in and out. “Renata… I loved you back then.”

“I thought so too. I was too embarrassed to say anything about it. I was afraid of getting in trouble with the nurses. But please. Continue to call me Zero. It’s more than my new identity. It’s who I am now.” She pulled away from you slightly. “Do you know about… him?”

You know she’s talking about Z and you nod. “A little.”

“Please keep it to yourself.” Her eyes were gentle, but her voice held a command. “There are things that are still far beyond that we cannot understand. But if you stay useful to the end, he will not leave you.”

It takes three months for everything to settle and, in the meantime, you stay with the men in Takamagahara Night Club. Your bloodline test returns completely clean and you are installed as a full member of Cassell College.  You don’t tell them how it happened, that you were bitten by the Light King parasite and filled head to toe with its fetal blood. When Erii embraced you, the effect was the same. She bathed in the blood of a young dragon and her bloodline issues resolved. In Caesar’s report, he simply states that your bloodline problems were clerical errors and you were never a dangerous hybrid.

In those months, the club Takamagahara was fully restored. Though Tokyo still lies in ruins, a great final performance has been arranged. You settle in your seat next to Zero and she looks at you and smiles.

The curtain was slowly opened. Caesar’s fingers ran across the keys of a piano, Chu Zihang blew out the first note on the saxophone and the applause rolled over like a tide. The spotlights swayed over them and the banners that read “Love Sakura!” “BasaraKing forever!” and “Sacred Ukyo!”

Zero huffed to your right. “Someone should stand behind Lu Mingfei before he faints.”

Erii sat next to you on your left and held up a sign. “Go Sakura!”

Tonight is his debut show and the farewell show for the three of them. The theme is ``Goodbye, Ikemen Team.” The TV regrettably announced that BasaraKing, Ukyou, and Little Sakura would be returning to the United States due to their expiring contract. Tonight is their last performance. They would also be ending their careers as performers, so this was truly Sayounara.

All the tickets were sold out in advance. Not even VIPs could get a hold of them. Whole bar fixtures were removed to accommodate more guests. The dance floor was full of women, young and old. Everyone was dressed in costumes from shiny sexy short skirts to dignified long black sleeves. In order to ensure safety, the Metropolitan Police Department temporarily activated traffic control measures and everyone had to walk to the Takamagahara.

Apparently, Cassell had pulled some sort of mass brainwashing. All the people who witnessed the raging deadpool in the club suddenly didn’t remember it that way at all. They only remembered you and the boys protecting and helping people during the storm and that was it. Cassell was scarily efficient at hiding the truth of the world from the world.

Lu Mingfei stepped to the microphone and looked at Erii and sang a shaky little “Sayounara.” He picked up the champagne on the piano cover and drank.

You only understand the word Sayounara in the song. It’s all in Japanese. Lu Mingfei might not have the best voice, but he does have the best Japanese of the three. You quickly pick up a handkerchief. “Erii… don’t cry! Come on, you have to give your support! You can still chat over Line tonight.”

There was no more fear that Erii would rage out of control and kill everyone. So she was free to express sad emotions like this. Now her red eyes ran with tears. “I want to go to the US with Sakura.” She wrote.

“And you will! You will! Eventually… Don’t despair okay?”

The best theater speakers in Tokyo were tuned to the use of the Takamagahara. The sound from the subwoofers burst like ten thousand cannons. Caesar’s piano skills were handed down to him from the world’s top masters and flowed into the sound system. Chu Zihang’s saxophone was also very good. The musical emotional refrain climbed higher and higher. And then when the hall seemed to no longer be able to accommodate such surging music, the top of the hall suddenly opened letting in the moon and starlight.

The spring had turned to summer and the warm air of the seaside city flooded in. You look up at the star strewn sky and grin. Your hand tightens on Zero’s hand. “Make a wish.” You whisper.

Caesar got up from the piano and Chu Zihang put down the saxophone. They all walked to Lu Mingfei’s side and the three took each other’s hands and bowed deeply. 

Cries and applause swept the stage like a storm. And the enthusiasm can't be contained. Women rushed the stage to embrace the young men who were leaving but the stage was too high to climb. So they throw roses, thousands of roses until the stage is covered with bright red, pink and white.

“Ukyou! Ukyou! BasaraKing! Basaraking! I love you! Don’t leave!”

It was time for the final rankings of the performers. At this moment, the spotlight suddenly came on to Lu Mingfei. Whale who had lost an arm in the disaster strode onto the stage. “According to Takamagahara practice, whether Little Sakura stays in our warm family depends on one thing - love! That is, your love!” Whale shouted. “Only the flower tickets of your love can get him to stay. So vote for him. Waiter! Please reveal how much love did LIttle Sakura get during his internship?”

A waiter came with an envelope on the platter. Whale tore it open with his teeth and shouted “320 flower tickets!”

“Oh…” You wince. Poor Lu Mingfei. Chu Zihang and Caesar and easily gathered over 900 ticket buyers in a few days. And after months here Lu Mingfei couldn’t gather half that.

But Whale continued. “In addition to the flower tickets purchased before the show, the total is 100,320 flower tickets! Congratulations Little Sakura, you passed the internship period and you are now a member of our Takamagahara club family!”

Whale took a check from his pocket. A projector enlarged the check until it was the whole background of the stage. It was a check for 100 million yen. Lu Mingfei stood in stunned silence. The check was signed by Erii Uesugi.

Erii had stood up at the end of the show but now she held up a new sign with a sad silent face. The sign read clearly. “Sakura, please stay.”

“Oh… Oh Erii…” Your heart was moved by this. You reach out to her.

Zero takes your arm and whispers urgently. “You have to go now. Or else you’ll miss them.”

You hesitate. Erii doesn’t look at you or shift from that spot. Lu Mingfei stares at her over the crowd but the curtain goes down in front of him. Zero is pushing you now and you have to go.

Erii still stands there even though the curtain is down.

Zero drags you out a side entrance to a waiting Alfa Romero Sports car.

“You can comfort her later.” Zero says as she shuts the door of the driver’s side of the vehicle.

“Yeah…” You buckle up and then do a double take. “Since when did you learn how to drive?”

“Since forever ago.” She turned her head and backed out of the alley and sped down the street so fast you were pressed into the leather. 

The helicopter was parked in a large parking lot two blocks away and the eight executive members of the Hydra lined up to send the Cassell team off. After this incident, the Japanese branch was established again, but a new agreement was signed. Anjou gave up his personal control over the branch, though he still holds the highest decision making power.

The last surviving member of the original family was Nanami Sakurai and she was promoted as Minister of Japan and the new acting director of the Executive Bureau. Chisei and his brother were missing in action and assumed dead. But before his disappearance, Chisei had left the leadership to Mrs. Sakurai. Caesar and Anjou spoke to Mrs. Nanami and she was impressed by their words enough to let you have a special internship and training as a White King bloodline operative and you would be handling all matters when it came to the Devil Clan and unstable hybrids.

“These small gifts left by the clan chief are not quite high end,” Crow gave sunscreen in glass bottles to Casear, Anjou, Lu Mingfei, Zero, and Fingel. “They’re his whole collection. He was really serious about going and selling sunscreen.”

“I’ll smear it on the prettiest girl’s back for him.” Caesar said.

“That would make him happy. That’s what he looked forward to the most.” Crow said.

Your heart aches slightly, thinking of Sakura Yabuki. You wondered where Chisei was now. You hoped he managed to find peace somewhere with his brother.

Caesar approached you. “Are you going to be alright by yourself?”

Your lips curl upward. Then you dip your head and delicately remove your contact lenses. Your eyes are glowing golden, permanently. One didn’t just brush up against the experience of being a dragon king and not be left with some sequelae. “Caesar… Are you going to be alright by yourself?” You ask in a sly voice.

Caesar averts his eyes. “Okay, okay, point taken.”

You replace the contacts in your eyes. “I’m no Caesar Gattuso, but I think I can hold my own here.”

Caesar’s eyes soften. “We’re going to look for him.”

Your smile fades. “Don’t look too hard.” Your chest aches again. “Chime needs time. And so do I.”

Caesar pulls you into a tight hug. You inhale deeply and focus on the bright sweet scent of tobacco. “Don’t forget to text me when you get in. And tell Nono I said hello.”

“I will.”

You approach Lu Mingfei. His eyes are dim and he doesn’t look up. You shake your head. You’re living because of this guy, so you can’t punch him or threaten him too badly. You tap his nose and he looks up at you, looking irritated. 

“Better step up, pretty boy. She went through a lot for you.”

“I know… I... “ Lu Mingfei rubbed the back of his head.

“Don’t say anything! I’m having the hardest time not dragging you back to the Takamagahara right now. It’s 100 mil yen man… come on.” You suddenly hug him tight.

“Ow! Ow! Have you been working out or something? Geez you’re gonna leave a bruise!” He whined.

“Text her.” That’s the last you say to Lu Mingfei.

You approach Chu Zihang. He looked down at you with golden eyes hidden behind black eyed contact lenses. Even now, you didn’t feel particularly close to him, especially not close enough to hug. Chu Zihang was holding a long white wood box that contained Chisei’s swords anyway. He nodded once to you.

“I will be following your progress closely.” He said.

Principal Anjou was blowing out a puff on his cigar as you approached him. He handed you a small white card. “This is your official Cassell Credentials. You’ll be on remote study, but given your performance, you can study at your leisure.”

“Thank you, Principal. I would like to learn Japanese, and how to drive faster than Zero.”

Zero looked up from where she was about to board the helicopter and rolled her eyes at you, but there was a trace of a smile on her lips.

The helicopter took them up into the sky and you watched as its white light disappeared like a shooting star flying into the distance, taking your friends away across the ocean to the United States. 

You turned back to Crow who bowed deeply until he was horizontal. “Mrs. Chief. Forgive my bad English, but your car is ready to go to your new accommodations at the Hydra headquarters in Genji Heavy Industries.”

You grin flashing your white teeth at him. “Arigatou.”

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Haunted House

Summary: For @sherrybaby14 ‘s Halloween challenge. My prompt was the quote, “That costume is becoming on you. Of course, if I were on you I’d be cumming too.” I mean the plot is that an Omega gives into her nature to two hot Alphas. Oh, and the house may or may not be haunted. :D Pairing: Omega!Fem Reader x Alpha!Tony x Alpha!Steve Rating: Explicit Words: 2,698 Warnings (for the whole fic): Smut, ABO dynamics, dub-con, some horror

Masterpost

You walked up the stone staircase to the house, eyes flittering over all the windows. The house loomed, as if it could see through your very being. It was gorgeous in architecture, weaving stone and stained-glass windows. But, you knew there were stories about it being haunted. It excited you that you were going to be able to stay the night here.

Heels clicking on the stairs, you adjusted your bag, clearing your throat. You had been invited to come here by your employer, Tommy. He said the owner had requested you specifically and you had not asked questions when you saw the first part of the payment. It was lofty and you needed the money.

All that had been required was you to come with a bottle of alcohol, two days’ worth of clothes – although you were not required to stay for the two days –, and a risqué Halloween costume. A sexy, maid is what you had gone for; it seemed appropriate in this house. All lace with a nice black bow at the small of your back.

Suitcase at your side, you threw your coat off, hanging it on the coatrack by the door. You were getting overwhelmed as your eyes traveled the ceiling and walls of the mansion.

“Welcome.”

You knew that voice all too well and crossed your arms when you turned around, facing the billionaire pouring you a drink. He was dressed suave as always, even in joggers and a sweater. He was always effortlessly attractive.

How could your employer not have told you who had requested you specifically?

Smirking at you, he sauntered over, holding out one of the drinks to you. “Serving others seems to be your niche. That costume is becoming on you. Of course, if I were on you I’d be cumming too.”

No matter how much you found him attractive, you were not going to let him forget last time. You could not forget last time… mainly how you had had a hard time with not liking how he had handled you before. Even now, you felt a pull towards him… desire blossoming.

“Really? Again, Mr. Stark?”

“Please, Tony. But, at least you can remember some manners,” Tony stated, stalking closer. You stiffened and he smirked at you, holding the glass out. “Babydoll, come on. I’m sorry I got handsy last time.”

“Handsy?” you scoffed. He had handcuffed you to the bed and fucked you relentlessly.

“You’re too tempting for me,” Tony stated. “I was in a bit of a rut and you drive me a little insane. And I’m always a little rougher when I’ve imbibed too much. And I had that night. I’m sorry. Really. I wanna make it up to you.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you asked, “By inviting me to a creepy mansion?”

Tony cocked his head and said, “Come now. It’s not that creepy. Sure, some people have died in here but you’re gonna find that in most houses older than 1900.” You did not look amused and he said, “Yes, yes. There are stories about it being haunted. People have seen stuff they’ve said. But, really. It’ll be fun. Just you, me, and Cap.”

You rose your brows in surprise. “Cap?”

“He’s aching for some companionship.”

Taking a long sip of your drink, you turned from Tony to examine the room a little bit further. “Didn’t think poster boy for American family values would be going after a prostitute.”

“I don’t want you to be a prostitute.”

“What do you want me to play as then?” you asked coyly.

“Mine.”

“Okay,” you sighed, turning to face him again.

Tony was at your side suddenly and you leaned away from him, unsettled by the fire burning in his eyes. He pinned you up against the counter, his breath hot on your ear.

“All mine. Omega,” he breathed.

You froze, staring at him as he pulled away, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips. How did he know? You were on suppressants. Always had been when you had been around him.

Trying to play it off, you forced yourself to shake your head. “You want me to be an Omega? Bit of an odd roleplay. But I guess…” You reached out to touch his shirt, but he stopped your movement with a tight grip on your wrist. Wincing, you said, “Tony, what—”

“We both know you don’t have to pretend with that one.” He leaned in and inhaled deeply against your neck. “I know you’ve felt that ache.’ His lips gently brushed your skin and you shivered underneath his kiss. “I can taste it.” Involuntarily, you leaned towards him and he smiled against your neck. “Placebos. The last two weeks.”

Your blood ran cold. You knew something had been off about the way you felt. You had felt more desire for your customers than normal.

No no no no.

You tried to jerk away but he held tight.

“It was easy to pay Tommy to switch them out. You know having you employed is a risk for him. Even with the suppressants, you still smell and taste that much different than others. Probably why he only usually lets you take high end jobs. Worth the risk if the price is right. Doesn’t want you getting hurt for a small pile of change.”

How could Tommy have agreed to that? Your mouth was dry. There was a reason Tony was getting under your skin as much as he was now… any Alpha like him. And with Cap in the house too… it was no surprise you would react.

“I think this will be a more exciting experience if we turn this into a game. You like games, don’t you, Y/N?”

Breathing erratically, you decided on a whim to try to play his game. He was in charge after all… an Alpha. He was riled up; you felt his erection against you. Wanting to please him, you got out, “Depends on the game.”

“You run. We seek you out.”

You had not even seen Steve yet.

“You’re joking, right?” you asked him, holding your glass tighter to your chest.

“Do I sound like I’m joking?”

He came closer again and laid a gentle hand on your waist. “You’ll be perfect at it.” He leaned in, pecking your cheek. Subtly, you leaned towards him, your mouth open slightly. His eyes were darker now, no doubt him arousing himself thinking of the hunt. His hand slipped beneath your skirt, cupping your ass. This time he gently kissed you, reaching up to you take your glass from you. “Won’t you, babydoll?”

Averting your gaze from his, you nodded. Heart hammering, you were wildly thinking about what you should do? Play his game? Try to hide for the night? Try to scale the fence outside? No. That would be rude.

He drew you from your thoughts, cupping both sides of your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “Steve’s ready. Been more than ready to hold you and fuck you right.” Tony drew in his bottom lip slightly, his eyes raking over you. “As have I.”

Thumb tracing your lip, you shivered as he said, “I know you’re not in heat. But, you like my attention, don’t you? Want me to hold you tight? I didn’t think you’d look and smell so fucking good but I’m not complaining.”

You did not trust yourself to speak, starting to feel frightened about how you were reacting to him scenting you all over your skin, wishing for more. You had not reacted to an Alpha for more than a year since you had started your suppressants. Losing control was scary.

His lips pressed firmly against yours and you responded in like.

“Figure the kitchen table is as good as any place. But I think you’ll be more comfortable on a bed.”

Your breath froze instinctively again as he leaned in. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “This is the part where you run.”

Your footsteps pounded in your ears as you ran down the hallway. You did not know where you were heading and you panicked, knowing damn well Tony knew the layout of this house and he had probably told Steve as well.

The halls were winding. You knew going up only trapped you, but you would not go up to the top floor. You would find a place on the third. If only the wood floors were not so goddamn creaky! You would be able to conceal yourself easier.

Any bedroom was as good as any and you bolted into one and into its bathroom.

Breathing shakily, you crouched in the tub, holding your knees close to your body. The curtain was mostly closed but there was still visibility. Luckily, the window was over the sink and the light from the moon would not cause your silhouette on the curtain.

The house was quiet.

Besides your breath as you tried to calm from the running.

It was too quiet.

Until you heard a squeak on the floor below it sounded like. They were circling in. Excitement was coursing through you, your mind running through the possibilities of what they would do to you when they found you. And worried too. If you had been off your suppressants for two weeks…

Suddenly, a shadow moved across the wall near the tub and you gasped, your hand coming to your mouth. There had not been any noise, no sound of anyone even entering the bedroom. You were unsure if anyone was actually in there with you.

You kept your eyes trained on the wall where the shadow was – not a solid figure but an outline, nonetheless. Perhaps there was something outside the window… but you were three floors up.

Moving cautiously, you pulled the shower curtain back further.

Revealing an empty, dark bathroom. Your eyes scanned the room frightened.

A new shape caught your eye in the corner.

Maybe you were playing tricks on yourself. This was because tony had frightened you with telling you people had died in here.

Then the shape flexed in size.

A scream erupted and you bolted out of the tub.

Running blind, you escaped the bedroom heading for the stairs.

Strong hands gripped you around your waist, yanking you to the side.

You cried out and grasped at the door frame. Your hands were ripped away and you were at the mercy of the grasp on your waist.

“Shh,” a voice whispered in your ear as they drug you back further into the room. “No need to be afraid.”

The hair on the back of your neck rose, scenting the Alpha holding you close. Especially him, without his shirt, his bare skin touching you. You mewled involuntarily.

“That’s it, darling,” he husked, turning you around to face him, keeping a tight grasp on you.

Steve had to help! The three of you needed to get out of this house.

“There was a ghost! A demon!” you gasped out, trying to look over your shoulder but he forced you to look at him again.

“No, no,” Steve purred, burying his nose into your neck. “You’re safe, Omega.”

Your breath hitched at the title and you relented for just a moment, forgetting why you were afraid. You were safe of course. Steve could protect you.

Snapping out of your haze, you shook your head.

“No,” you protested, your fingers digging into his arms. “You don’t understand. Upstairs –”

Steve nipped at your ear and pressed you against the wall. “Come now, I can calm you down, darling.” You tried to argue but he kissed you deeply, cutting off whatever you were going to say. You began falling into it, following his lead. Against your lips, he praised, “Good girl. You’re so riled up. Let me take care of you.”

You were falling victim to your hormones. You had to stay above water.

Again, you tried, “Steve, I swear –”

He hushed you again, his hands at the bow at your back. “Quiet, Omega. I promise we’ll protect you.” He untied the bow, moving his hands to the straps at your shoulders. “You’re so beautiful. Soft. Perfect.”

You melted under his words.

“Put her on the bed, Steve,” you heard Tony state from the doorway.

Steve chuckled against your lips and said, “You really don’t like foreplay, do you Tony?”

“I like foreplay plenty. I just know how to get the girl wet.”

Steve picked you up suddenly drawing a gasp out of you. As soon as you were on the bed, Tony flipped you onto your stomach, his hand pressing down on your back to hold you in place.

You felt the fabric at your pussy rip, leaving you exposed.

A rapt smack on your ass caused you to yelp. His fingers delved between your lips and you gasped.

“Let’s present ourselves nicely, Y/N. You have such a tight, welcoming cunt. Let’s not give Cap here the wrong idea.”

Tony added another finger and your own dug into the comforter, biting your bottom lip. His thumb worked your clit and you keened, grinding gently.

SMACK.

You whined when another blow landed, grinding harder.

“Steve, you like what you see? She’s well behaved, isn’t she? Fucking perfect.”

You were empty and you looked over your shoulder, seeing Tony licking his fingers.

Steve’s fingers traced your hips, a soft exhale leaving his mouth. You mewled when his fingers brushed your pussy, playing with your wetness.

Tony cupped your chin and he cooed, “Look at that. How wanton you are, darling. I gotta say, I’ve been wanting to fill you for a while.” His thumb entered your mouth and you sucked earnestly. His pupils were blown wide, looking hungry. “You can take as many suppressants as you want but kitten, I could see right through you and your need to be fucked and taken care of was glaring.” He kissed you, his tongue slipping past your lips. Groaning, he promised, “And you’re going to get it.”

Suddenly, Steve hiked your hips up and he entered swiftly.

You cried out as he pounded, feeling his cock hit your core.

“So fucking tight,” Steve grunted, his fingers digging into your hips.

Over the noise, you heard Tony let out a laugh. “I knew she could get you to drop an f bomb, Cap.”

Turning your head, you saw Tony pleasuring himself, watching the two of you. You could not wait for him to take you too.

Your head was swimming with arousal, wanting Steve to finish inside you. You needed to make him happy, allow him pleasure. His thrusts grew ever more sporadic, his pants becoming shorter.

“Alpha,” you whined.

That was enough to send him over the edge, coating you.

Tony’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you up. He crawled onto the bed with you, holding you close. You gasped when his finger found your clit, stimulating you.

“Let’s get you off again, baby. Make you that much wetter for me.”

He had you crying out, his arms holding you tight as you saw stars.

Tony filled you and you cried out at the intrusion when you were still so sensitive.

“You’re going to be amazing,” he husked against your ear. “I’m going to keep you all for us. You’ll never have to work outside this house again.”

Driving himself up into you, his hand closed around your neck. You groaned against the sensation, drowning in your pleasure. Your skin was on fire, electricity shooting through you.

“Alpha. Please,” you begged.

“Beautiful, Omega,” Tony moaned, his thrusts becoming faster.

When the two of you came tumbling down again, you all but collapsed in his arms.

His hands were gentle as they repositioned you, laying you softly onto the bed. Coming down beside you on one side, Steve on the other, Tony pulled the blanket over you all.

“We have all night, babydoll.” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. whispered in your ear, “You’re gonna love it here with us.”

You snuggled in closer to them, knowing they were going to protect you. You did not ever have to worry about being safe again.

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HALLOWS WRITING CONTEST ENTRY #6 Written by: Someonespecialokay#6844 ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───            It was the night of Halloween and the RFA had planned the night full of fun festivities. MC had suggested they all go to a horror house and end the night by watching a movie. The others agreed, of course, knowing it would be fun. Zen scoffed at how Jumin did not know the so-called “horror house,” MC however in this situation smiled her usual gentle smile and bravely told him she'd lead him through it. Zen said that he would be one to MC’s knight in shining armor while Jaehee sighed at the usual chaos. Seven bribed Yoosung into sticking with him, telling him he’d offer him Honey Buddah Chips and had allowed him to play on his fancy computers.  The bunch walked into the Halloween event center, each splitting up into groups, Jaehee tagging along with Zen of course; as the group walked they noticed the haunted maze and decided to give that a try first. “I recommend splitting up for this one, it’ll be more fun~” Seven had suggested. “So you mean we’d be all alone?!” Yoosung reclaimed. “Hm, seems interesting, I’m sure I’ll make it out first of course,” Jumin stated confidently. “Why you?! Why are you so high on your horse, obviously I’ll be the one to finish first!” Zen exclaimed. “Hm, I think Jaehee will be first to make it out!” MC remarked, “She’s so cool and composed and used to hike so this will be easy for her!” Jaehee turned a bit flustered at MC’s remark and thanked the girl. “Don’t forget that it’s a haunted maze everyone!” Seven recalled, peering at Yoosung. The group then split up saying their own remarks and head confidently or somewhat confidently forward. Yoosung was slowly walking, his guard was on  for anything that was about to pop out. As he walked he felt something creep on his back before noticing a fake spider, he quickly brushed it off in a state of panic. As he turned a zombie popped up and had screamed in front of him in the dark maze. Yoosung let out a yelp and tripped over his feet and had fallen. He got up and noticed a tall slender figure run into the distance. Something struck inside of him, and deep in his heart, he knew that figure meant danger. His sixth sense kicked in as he ran from the area continuing into the maze. Jaehee was not phased at all by the pop-ups and monsters, she quickly shrugged everything off and confident in her martial arts she knew she would win this, after all, MC was the one who had faith in her, nothing can be more precious than that. She could easily tell and see the people behind the costumes and found the spooky decoration rather cute so to speak. It was very festive indeed and she mentally made note of tips for a future C and R Halloween-themed project. She quickly walked through the maze remembering where she came from and avoided most dead ends when an eerie vibe came over her. She quickly turned and saw a shadow leave the path she was on and decided to not pursue the figure, whatever it was, it was trouble alright. Zen was pouncing and mumbling curses of Jumin under his breath as he walked through the maze, in the moment he was so angry that he barely noticed the “monsters” trying to scare him at the turns. He continued vowing he would win when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see who it was and noticed a Tall silhouette dressed in all black and a mask standing there silently. “Hey sorry man but right now I’m not in the mood! Look! I’m not scared so just leave please,” however the figure didn’t listen and stood there silently with his hand on Zen’s shoulder. The person seemed to be slightly shorter than Zen as he felt a bad feeling overcome him. He simply brushed off the man’s hand and walked off. However the figure didn’t stop and started to follow Zen, and as Zen started to pace so did the man, and as Zen started to run so did the man.  “Look! This goes far beyond trying to scare someone!” Zen yelled as he ran out of the maze. “Hey we’re out of the maze, so stop following me and do what you were paid for!” The figure simply stood there for a bit, then slowly walked away back into the maze. Zen let out a sigh of relief and went to sit on a bench before encountering Yoosung, the both reunited and talked about the same thing, the figure they had seen. As they spoke laughing at the situation the others were still in the maze.  Jumin strode through the maze with confidence finding the “monsters” interesting, “Hm so this is what the commoners label as scary, I see,” the CEO in line thought. His thoughts were interrupted when a slender man dressed in all black and mask approached him. The figure stood right in front of Jumin not budging an inch. “Pardon, but can you move,” Jumin ordered. The figure still had not moved a muscle. Annoyed at this Jumin walked forward towards the figure turning to complete the maze when the man grabbed his arm, as Jumin tried to yank his arm away the figure let go, and before Jumin could balance himself the figure had runoff. Jumin stood in confusion and slight anger at the situation before continuing the maze. Seven had already known about this maze and had known exactly which way to go but took his time going through every corner to see if he could get frightened by anything. As he strolled a tall figure approached him. He felt as if this presence was familiar . . . however he could not recall where from at the moment. The figure didn’t let off a good vibe and Seven raised his guard, keeping in mind the self-defense training he learned from the agency. Seven decided to not continue through the maze and walked out checking to see if the figure would follow. To his suspicion, the figure did in fact follow him out of the maze. Seven then decided to head for the nearby woods and the figure was still trailing behind him, he now knew that this was far more than someone in a costume trying to scare him. He ran into the woods now hurrying and hid, ready to see the man’s reaction. He hid beneath a rock, after a while he then heard the sound of crumbling leaves. It was dark out and Seven had no light source other than the moon and what little light gleamed from the event center. He crept down and waited in silence, hoping the figure would leave . . . However he then felt a tap on his shoulder, “Found you,” said the voice, the voice of one he knew very well. Miss Vanderwood the 3rd. Seven was bewildered at the sudden turn of events. Why was Vanderwood following him? Why wasn’t he at the agency? His thoughts were interrupted when Vanderwood had pulled out something from behind him, a knife. “WOWOW, Miss Vanderwood aren’t you going a bit too far! If this is about work I’ll go just please let me have a fun Halloween just for tonight,”  “Do you seriously think that would work on me? Hah, you have to be joking; you do realize if it’s between you and me, then I of course excel in combat.” Vanderwood plunged forward to stab Seven, Seven swiftly dodged however Vanderwood then swayed down and used his long legs to hit Seven’s ankle and pinned the redhead down. He breathed as he spoke, “I’ve had enough with you . . . people like us aren’t supposed to think of having an easy life. Yet here you are, thinking of having a Halloween party and enjoying it with friends . . . . And enjoying it with the one you love. Seven looked up at Vanderwood’s face and saw what he understood as loneliness. “Vanderwood I-,” “Shut up!” The brunette yelled, and with a thrust, he then stabbed Seven’s shoulder. “SHUT UP! You wouldn’t understand because now you have people who you care for as they care for you!” The sudden stab to the shoulder made the hacker cough of blood as he tried to make out words in hopes of having the brunette stop this, “V-Vanderwood, please . . . just let me have this, and-” He was stopped by Vanderwood getting up and thrusting a kick to his side, before he could stab Seven again a helicopter flew over them with the label of C and R. Vanderwood was smart of enough to know that this wasn’t good for him and quickly used his skills of stealth to leave to the scene, he had already planned a place ready to stay in case he failed “taking care” of 707, he was in the agency, after all, running from these kinds of situations was what Vanderwood has excelled at. Jumin and his forces found Seven and wanted to rush him to a hospital when he quickly declined, he had to keep his identity a secret after all. It took much arguing before the two decided on heading to Jumin’s penthouse where he would get treatment there and only there. Meanwhile, Jaehee made it out of the maze first of course, MC coming in second; they were the only two who actually completed the maze. “Jaehee! I knew you would win!” MC gushed as she ran over and gave her a friendly hug, Jaehee returned the hug and gave MC patted MC saying how she wouldn’t have won had the girl not believed in her. The two girls met up with Yoosung and Zen on the benches, as they did Jaehee had gotten a call from Jumin and the group was then aware of Seven’s situation. They would rendezvous at Jumin’s penthouse to finish the night with a horror movie for the Halloween spirit. Zen scoffed at having to stay in the CEO-In-Line’s penthouse and declared that he would only stay for the movie and he’s only doing it to help his hurt friend. The rest of the RFA finally made it to Jumin’s home and rushed to see Seven, he was bandaged up and looked a bit hurt. MC calmly walked towards the boy and gave him a warm hug; the others came in as well and surrounded the boy bombarding him with questions. Yoosung was crying in relief that his friend was okay and he rushed to hug him, “Ouch- Yoosung please don’t squeeze too hard!” “Ahh sorry, Seven!” The group settled everything and prepared the Halloween movie to end the night; the penthouse was surprisingly decorated just like the Haunted maze and event center as if a certain someone was fascinated enough to have preparations made for the penthouse to look befitting for the movie. They gathered around to finally watch the movie, Jumin sat in his own chair stroking Elizabeth the 3rd while Zen and Yoosung sat together on one couch, MC sat in between Seven and Jaehee, Seven and Jaehee both rested their heads on each of her shoulders as she held both their hands. The movie was scary at times with the occasional jump scares and such, and each time Jaehee would be afraid she would nuzzle into MC’s shoulder. Jumin found certain aspects of the movie as a learning experience, while Zen enjoyed it; Yoosung declared that he wasn’t afraid the entire time while 707 was glad that things were much more normal than the beginning of the night. The movie was about a young girl who lived alone in the forest, she lived in a shack promised to her by her witch on one condition, she was to never leave the forest nor make any encounter with anyone. The witch said she’d tend to all the girl's needs so she eagerly agreed to it. As soon as the girl had walked into the dark shack that reeked and was tattered she had instantly regretted it, in the hope to make the girl feel better she gave her a glass of milk to drink. The girl drank the milk, as it was her favorite drink, and then . . . she started to transform into something unheard of, green ooze and slime came from her arms and as she shrieked she fully transformed into a giant sinister green frog. She was covered in warts and hiccupped acid, the witch screamed in joy, “Hah! It worked, ahh you poor fool, couldn’t you see you lay victim to my plan. You are now the Swamp Gas!” The girl couldn’t speak and now was a monster, a monster that was capable of harming others, she was hideous and there was no turning back. The girl then thought, “If there’s no turning back, then sure I’ll be a monster that will be put down into history,” She then stuck her frog tongue out and gobbled the witch. It was payback for ruining her life, she then went on to haunt the forest and scare those who come near it, gobbling many of them. To this day no one knows of the end of Swamp Gas, some say the girl is still there in the woods . . . still in anger about her transformation waiting for innocent people to walk by and gobble them up. The RFA enjoyed the movie; however, MC in particular seemed a bit nervous whenever Yoosung would bring up how silly the Swamp Gas was, bragging about how he wasn’t scared at all. Jaehee had brought some brownies she had made that were decorated with gummy worms for the spirit of Halloween. “Ah before we eat the brownies, everyone knows that we need milk to go with it!” Seven excitedly proclaimed. The help of the penthouse poured each member of the RFA a glass of milk, “Cheers!” Zen started, “Cheers!” Everyone chimed in, even Jumin. As soon as MC drank her milk she walked off to the balcony, a trail of green slime following her. Jaehee took note of this and asked MC about it, “MC- what is that,” “Hmmm what is that you ask,” MC continued to speak, could be what you’re thinking of right now . . . . who knows, maybe I am just a monster.”  ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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1x01 “Pilot”: SPN With Lesbians

Changed from men to women:

- Dana Winchester - Samantha Winchester aka “Sammie”/“Sam” - Jean Winchester - Azazel(’s vessel) - Josie Welch - Others: Tammy Squire, Deputy Jaffe, Luisa, Motel Clerk, Deputy Hein

Stayed as women:

- Mary Winchester - Jessica Moore - Constance Welch - Amy Hein

Original transcript

PROLOGUE

EXT. HOUSE – NIGHT

 Lawrence, Kansas

22 years ago

 Crickets chirp. A large deciduous tree with no leaves stands outside one of several suburban homes.

 INT. NURSERY – NIGHT

 A WOMAN, MARY WINCHESTER, wearing a white nightgown, carries a SMALL CHILD, her daughter DANA, into a dark room.

 MARY

Come on, let's say good night to your sister.

MARY turns on the lights: it's the nursery of a BABY, SAMANTHA, who is lying in her crib and looking over at MARY and DANA. MARY sets DANA down. DANA leans over the side of the crib and kisses SAMANTHA on the forehead.

 DANA

'Night, Sam.

 MARY leans over SAMANTHA as well.

 MARY

Good night, love.

 MARY brushes SAMANTHA's hair back and kisses her forehead.

 WOMAN

Hey, Dana.

 DANA turns. The WOMAN in the doorway wearing a USMC T-shirt is JEAN. DANA rushes over to her.

 DANA

Mommy!

 JEAN

Hey, darlin’.

 JEAN scoops DANA up.

 JEAN

So what do you think? You think Sammie's ready to toss around a football yet?

 DANA shakes her head, laughing.

 DANA

No, Mommy.

 JEAN laughs.

 JEAN

No.

 MARY passes JEAN and DANA on the way out of the room.

 MARY

You got her?

 JEAN

I got her.

 JEAN hugs DANA closer.

 JEAN

Sweet dreams, Sammie.

 JEAN carries DANA out of the room, flipping off the lights. SAMANTHA watches them go, gurgling, then tries to reach her toes.

 The baseball-themed mobile above SAMANTHA's crib begins to spin on its own while SAMANTHA watches. The transportation-themed clock on the wall ticks, ticks, stops. The moon-shaped nightlight flickers.

 INT. MASTER BEDROOM – NIGHT

 Lights flicker on a baby monitor sitting on a nightstand next to a photo of MARY and JEAN. Strange noises come through the monitor. MARY, asleep in bed, stirs. She turns on the light on the nightstand.

 MARY

Jean?

 MARY turns: she's alone. She gets up.

 INT. HALLWAY – NIGHT

 MARY walks down the hall to SAMANTHA's nursery. JEAN, seen only in silhouette, stands over SAMANTHA's crib.

 MARY

Jean? Is she hungry?

 JEAN turns her head.

 WOMAN

Shhh.

 MARY

All right.

 MARY heads back down the hallway. The light by the stairs is flickering. MARY frowns and goes to tap at it till the light steadies.

 MARY

Hm.

 More flickering light is coming from downstairs: MARY investigates. A war movie is on TV and JEAN has fallen asleep watching it. If JEAN is here, MARY realizes, then the WOMAN upstairs cannot be JEAN and must be a danger. She runs back upstairs.

 MARY

Sammie! Sammie!

 MARY enters SAMANTHA's nursery and stops short.

 INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

 Upstairs, MARY screams. JEAN wakes up.

 JEAN

Mary?

 JEAN scrambles out of the chair.

 JEAN

Mary!

 JEAN runs upstairs.

 INT. NURSERY – NIGHT

 JEAN bursts through the closed door of the nursery.

 JEAN

Mary.

 The room is quiet and appears empty except for SAMANTHA awake in her crib and JEAN. JEAN glances around and pushes down the side of SAMANTHA's crib.

 JEAN

Hey, Sammie. You okay?

 Something dark drips next to SAMANTHA. JEAN touches it. Two more drops land on the back of JEAN's hand. It looks like blood. JEAN looks up. MARY is sprawled across the ceiling, the stomach of her nightgown red with blood, staring at JEAN and struggling to breathe. JEAN collapses onto the floor, staring at MARY.

 JEAN

No! Mary!

 MARY bursts into flame. The fire spreads over the ceiling. JEAN stares, frozen. SAMANTHA wails. JEAN, reminded she's not alone, gets up and scoops SAMANTHA out of her crib and rushes out of the room.

 INT. HALLWAY – NIGHT

 DANA is awake and coming to investigate.

 DANA

Mommy!

 JEAN shoves SAMANTHA at DANA.

 JEAN

Take your sister outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dana, go!

 DANA turns and runs. JEAN turns back to the nursery.

 JEAN

Mary!

 The entire room is on fire. MARY herself can barely be seen.

 JEAN

No!

 EXT. HOUSE – NIGHT

 DANA runs outside, holding SAMANTHA.

 DANA

It's okay, Sammie.

 DANA turns to look up at SAMANTHA's window, which is lit with gold.

 JEAN runs outside, scoops up DANA and SAMANTHA, and carries them both away.

 JEAN

I gotcha.

 Fire explodes out of SAMANTHA's nursery window.

 EXT. HOUSE – NIGHT, LATER

 The Lawrence fire department has arrived. A FIREFIGHTER gets out of a fire truck and takes over at the gauges for another firefighter.

 FIREFIGHTER

I got it. You go hold the line up.

 The second firefighter goes to the back of the truck and takes a hose from a third firefighter. That firefighter takes the hose towards the house where a fourth firefighter is spraying through SAMANTHA's nursery window. A paramedic opens the back of an ambulance. A POLICE OFFICER waves some neighbors back.

 OFFICER

Stay back. You have to stay back.

 Across the street from the house, JEAN and DANA sit on the hood of JEAN's Impala, JEAN holding SAMANTHA. JEAN looks up at the remnants of the fire.

 ACT ONE

Stanford University

Present Day

 It is 31 Oct 2005.

 "Gasoline" by Ginger begins to play.

 APARTMENT

INT. BEDROOM – DAY

 YOUNG WOMAN

Sam!

 The YOUNG WOMAN, JESS, comes around a corner; she is wearing a sexy-nurse costume and adjusting her hat. The photo of MARY and JEAN from earlier is on the dresser.

 JESS

Get a move on, would you?

 MUSIC

I've been shot from a cannon

 JESS

We were supposed to be there like fifteen minutes ago.

 JESS walks off.

 JESS

Sam!

 MUSIC

I'm a human cannonball

 JESS

You coming or what?

 A YOUNG WOMAN pokes her head around the corner; this is SAMANTHA. She's wearing jeans and three shirts, not a costume.

 SAMANTHA

Do I have to?

 JESS

Yes!

 MUSIC

I'm gonna fly high

 JESS

It'll be fun.

 SAMANTHA comes into the room.

 JESS

And where's your costume?

 MUSIC

I'm gonna fall fall fall

 SAMANTHA laughs and ducks her head.

 SAMANTHA

You know how I feel about Halloween.

 PARTY

INT. BAR – NIGHT

 Classic's "What Cha Gonna Do" begins to play.

 MUSIC

Show me whatcha gonna do

Yeah whatcha gonna do

Are you trying to get in

Yeah whatcha gonna do

 The bar is decorated for Halloween (including a gargoyle with cobwebs and a baseball hat that says "GET NAKED"). Someone pours someone else a shot. Everyone is in costume.

 MUSIC

Are you gonna ride

 JESS raises a glass as a YOUNG WOMAN in a ghoul costume, LUISA, comes up to the table where SAMANTHA and JESS are. SAMANTHA is still not in costume.

 JESS

So here's to Sam—

 MUSIC

Baby

 JESS

—and her awesome LSAT victory.

 SAMANTHA

All right, all right, it's not that big a deal.

 JESS, SAMANTHA, and LUISA clink glasses.

 JESS

Yeah, she acts all humble.

 JESS

But she scored a one seventy-four.

 LUISA drinks her shot and so does SAMANTHA.

 LUISA

Is that good?

 JESS

Scary good.

 JESS drinks.

 LUISA

So there you go. You are a first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want!

 LUISA sits next to SAMANTHA.

 R.D. CALL

 SAMANTHA

Actually, I got an interview here. Monday. If it goes okay I think I got a shot at a full ride next year.

 JESS

Hey. It's gonna go great.

 SAMANTHA

It better.

 LUISA

How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family?

 SAMANTHA

Ah, they don't know.

 LUISA

Oh, no, I would be gloating! Why not?

 SAMANTHA

Because we're not exactly the Bradys.

 LUISA

And I'm not exactly the Huxtables. More shots?

 JESS and SAMANTHA speak in chorus.

 JESS and SAMANTHA

No. No.

 SAMANTHA

No.

 LUISA goes up to the bar anyway.

 JESS

No, seriously. I'm proud of you. And you're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday—

 JESS

—and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it.

 SAMANTHA

What would I do without you?

 JESS

Crash and burn.

 JESS smiles and pulls SAMANTHA in for a kiss.

 MUSIC

Are you trying to get in

Yeah whatcha gonna do

 APARTMENT

INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT

 MUSIC

Are you gonna ride baby

 SAMANTHA and JESS lie in bed, asleep back to back. JESS shifts position.

 A sound outside the room, like a window opening. SAMANTHA opens her eyes.

 INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT

 SAMANTHA leaves the bedroom and looks around the apartment.

 Executive Producer

DAVID NUTTER

 A window is open; earlier it must have been closed. Footsteps. A WOMAN walks past the strings of beads at the far end of the hall. SAMANTHA moves to another part of the apartment and waits. The WOMAN enters the room. SAMANTHA lunges forward and grabs the WOMAN at the shoulder. The WOMAN knocks SAMANTHA's arm away and aims a strike at SAMANTHA, who ducks. The WOMAN grabs SAMANTHA's arm, swings her around, and shoves her back. SAMANTHA kicks and is blocked, then pushed back into another room. If the WOMAN hadn't seen SAMANTHA's face before, she sees it now; SAMANTHA gets her first glimpse of the WOMAN. The WOMAN elbows SAMANTHA in the face; SAMANTHA kicks at her head. The WOMAN ducks and swings and SAMANTHA blocks. The WOMAN knocks SAMANTHA down and pins her to the floor, one hand at SAMANTHA's neck and the other holding SAMANTHA's wrist.

 WOMAN

Whoa, easy, tiger.

 SAMANTHA breathes hard.

 SAMANTHA

Dana?

 DANA laughs.

 SAMANTHA

You scared the crap out of me!

 DANA

That's 'cause you're out of practice.

 SAMANTHA grabs DANA's hand and yanks, slamming her heel into DANA's back and DANA to the floor.

 DANA

Or not.

 SAMANTHA taps DANA twice where SAMANTHA is holding her.

 DANA

Get off of me.

 SAMANTHA rolls to her feet and pulls DANA up.

 SAMANTHA

What the hell are you doing here?

 DANA

Well, I was looking for a beer.

 DANA puts her hands on SAMANTHA's shoulders, shakes once, and lets go.

 SAMANTHA

What the hell are you doing here?

 DANA

Okay. All right. We gotta talk.

 SAMANTHA

Uh, the phone?

 DANA

If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?

 JESS turns the light on. She is wearing very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt.

 JESS

Sam?

 SAMANTHA and DANA turn their heads in unison.

 SAMANTHA

Jess. Hey. Dana, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.

 DANA looks at her appreciatively.

 JESS

Wait, your sister Dana?

 JESS smiles. SAMANTHA nods. DANA grins at her and moves closer.

 DANA

Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my sister's league.

 JESS

Just let me put something on.

 JESS turns to go. DANA's voice stops her.

 DANA

No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously.

 DANA goes back over to SAMANTHA without taking her eyes off JESS. SAMANTHA watches her, her expression stony.

 DANA

Anyway, I gotta borrow your girlfriend here, talk about some private family business.

 DANA

But, uh, nice meeting you.

 SAMANTHA

No.

 SAMANTHA goes over to JESS and puts an arm around her.

 SAMANTHA

No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.

 DANA

Okay.

 DANA turns to look at them both straight on.

 DANA

Um. Mom hasn't been home in a few days.

 SAMANTHA

So she's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. She'll stumble back in sooner or later.

 DANA ducks her head and looks back up.

 DANA

Mother's on a hunting trip. And she hasn't been home in a few days.

 SAMANTHA's expression doesn't change while she takes this in. JESS glances up at her.

 SAMANTHA

Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.

 OUTSIDE APARTMENT

INT. STAIRWELL – NIGHT

 SAMANTHA and DANA head downstairs. SAMANTHA has put on jeans and a hoodie.

 SAMANTHA

I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you.

 DANA

You're not hearing me, Sammie. Mother's missing. I need you to help me find her.

 SAMANTHA

You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? She was missing then, too. She's always missing, and she's always fine.

 DANA stops and turns around. SAMANTHA stops too.

 DANA

Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with me or not?

 SAMANTHA

I'm not.

 DANA

Why not?

 SAMANTHA

I swore I was done hunting. For good.

 DANA

Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad.

 DANA starts downstairs again. SAMANTHA follows.

 SAMANTHA

Yeah? When I told Jean I was scared of the thing in my closet, she gave me a .45.

 DANA stops at the door to the outside.

 DANA

Well, what was she supposed to do?

 SAMANTHA

I was nine years old! She was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark.

 DANA

Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there.

 SAMANTHA

Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Jean's obsession to find the thing that killed her.

 DANA glances outside.

 SAMANTHA

But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find.

 DANA

We save a lot of people doing it, too.

 A pause.

 SAMANTHA

You think Mom would have wanted this for us?

 DANA rolls her eyes and slams the door open.

 EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT

 There's a short flight of stairs from the door to the parking lot. DANA and SAMANTHA climb it.

 SAMANTHA

The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dana, we were raised like warriors.

 They cross the parking lot to the Impala from the prologue.

 DANA

So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?

 SAMANTHA

No. Not normal. Safe.

 DANA

And that's why you ran away.

 DANA looks away.

 SAMANTHA

I was just going to college. It was Jean who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing.

 DANA

Yeah, well, Mother's in real trouble right now. If she's not dead already. I can feel it.

 SAMANTHA is silent.

 DANA

I can't do this alone.

 SAMANTHA

Yes you can.

 DANA looks down.

 DANA

Yeah, well, I don't want to.

 SAMANTHA sighs and looks down, thinking, then up.

 SAMANTHA

What was she hunting?

 DANA opens the trunk of the Impala, then the spare-tire compartment. It's an arsenal. She props the compartment open with a shotgun and digs through the clutter.

 DANA

All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?

 SAMANTHA

So when Jean left, why didn't you go with her?

 DANA

I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans.

 SAMANTHA

Jean let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?

 DANA looks over at SAMANTHA.

 DANA

I'm twenty-six, dude.

 DANA pulls some papers out of a folder.

 DANA

All right, here we go. So Mother was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this chick.

 DANA hands one of the papers to SAMANTHA.

 DANA

They found her car, but she vanished. Completely MIA.

 The paper is a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th 2005; it has a woman's picture, captioned "Andrea Carey MISSING". SAMANTHA reads it and glances up.

 SAMANTHA

So maybe she was kidnapped.

 DANA

Yeah. Well, here's another one in April.

 DANA tosses down another Jericho Herald article for each date she mentions.

 DANA

Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years.

 DANA takes the article back from SAMANTHA and picks up the rest of the stack, putting them back in the folder.

 DANA

All women, all the same five-mile stretch of road.

 DANA pulls a bag out of another part of the arsenal.

 DANA

It started happening more and more, so Mother went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from her since, which is bad enough.

 DANA grabs a handheld tape recorder.

 DANA

Then I get this voicemail yesterday.

 She presses play. The recording is staticky and the signal was clearly breaking up.

 JEAN

Dana...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dana. We're all in danger.

 DANA presses stop.

 SAMANTHA

You know there's EVP on that?

 DANA

Not bad, Sammie. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?

 SAMANTHA shakes her head.

 DANA

All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got.

 She presses play again.

 WOMAN

I can never go home...

 DANA presses stop.

 SAMANTHA

Never go home.

 DANA drops the recorder, puts down the shotgun, stands straight, and shuts the trunk, then leans on it.

 DANA

You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing.

 SAMANTHA looks away and sighs, then looks back.

 SAMANTHA

All right. I'll go. I'll help you find her.

 DANA nods.

 SAMANTHA

But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here.

 SAMANTHA turns to go back to the apartment. She turns back when DANA speaks.

 DANA

What's first thing Monday?

 SAMANTHA

I have this...I have an interview.

 DANA

What, a job interview? Skip it.

 SAMANTHA

It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate.

 DANA

Law school?

 DANA smirks.

 SAMANTHA

So we got a deal or not?

 DANA says nothing.

 APARTMENT

INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT

 SAMANTHA is packing a duffel bag. She pulls out a large hook-shaped knife and slides it inside. JESS comes into the room.

 JESS

Wait, you're taking off?

 SAMANTHA looks up.

 JESS

Is this about your mother? Is she all right?

 SAMANTHA

Yeah. You know, just a little family drama.

 SAMANTHA goes over to the dresser and turns on the lamp atop it.

 JESS

Your sister said she was on some kind of hunting trip.

 JESS sits on the bed. SAMANTHA rummages in one of the drawers and comes out with a couple shirts, which go in the duffel.

 SAMANTHA

Oh, yeah, she's just deer hunting up at the cabin, she's probably got Jamie, Jane, and Josefa along with her. I'm just going to go bring her back.

 JESS

What about the interview?

 SAMANTHA

I'll make the interview. This is only for a couple days.

 SAMANTHA goes around the bed. JESS gets up and follows.

 JESS

Sam, I mean, please.

 SAMANTHA stops and turns.

 JESS

Just stop for a second. You sure you're okay?

 SAMANTHA laughs a little.

 SAMANTHA

I'm fine.

 JESS

It's just...you won't even talk about your family. And now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them? And with Monday coming up, which is kind of a huge deal.

 SAMANTHA

Hey. Everything's going to be okay. I will be back in time, I promise.

 She kisses her on the cheek and leaves.

 JESS

At least tell me where you're going.

 CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY

EXT. CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY – NIGHT

 Jericho, California

 The Eagles of Death Metal's "Speaking in Tongues" plays. A YOUNG WOMAN, TAMMY, is driving down the highway, talking on her cell phone.

 TAMMY

Amy, I can't come over tonight. Because I've got work in the morning, that's why. ...Yeah, okay, I miss it and my mom's gonna have my ass.

 A high-pitched whine. TAMMY looks over and sees a WOMAN in a white dress on the side of the road. She's moving as though dancing; she flickers, and for a moment she's gone.

 TAMMY

Hey, ah, Amy, let me call you back?

 MUSIC

I got this feeling and it's deep in my bah-tay

It gives me wiggles and it makes my rump shake

I said ho!

 TAMMY tries several times to turn off the radio, which is flickering. Nothing happens.

 MUSIC

If I should touch you

Might be electrocuted

I said ho!

Deep in your body

 TAMMY pulls up next to the WOMAN, whose dress is torn in several places, and stops, leaning across the shotgun seat.

 TAMMY

Car trouble or something?

 A long pause.

 WOMAN

Take me home?

 The voice is the same one from the altered voicemail. TAMMY opens the passenger door.

 TAMMY

Sure, get in.

 The WOMAN, who is barefoot, climbs in and closes the door.

 TAMMY

So, where do you live?

 WOMAN

At the end of Breckenridge Road.

 TAMMY nods.

 TAMMY

You coming from a Halloween party or something?

 The WOMAN's dress is very low-cut. TAMMY notices, stares, and looks away, laughing nervously.

 TAMMY

You know, a girl like you really shouldn't be alone out here.

 She looks at Tammy mournfully, seductively, and pulls her skirt up over her thigh.

 WOMAN

I'm with you.

 TAMMY looks away. The WOMAN takes TAMMY's chin and turns her face towards her.

 WOMAN

Do you think I'm pretty?

 TAMMY nods, eyes stuck on her cleavage.

 TAMMY

Uh...huh.

 WOMAN

Will you come home with me?

 TAMMY

Um. Hell yeah.

 She drives off.

 EXT. ABANDONED HOUSE – NIGHT

 They pull up to an old abandoned house at the end of a road. The WOMAN stares at it sadly.

 TAMMY

Come on. You don't live here.

 WOMAN

I can never go home.

 TAMMY

What are you talking about? Nobody even lives here. Where do you live?

 She turns, and the WOMAN has gone. She checks the back seat, also empty, and gets out of the car, nervous.

 TAMMY

That's good. Joke's over, okay? You want me to leave?

 TAMMY looks around: no signs of life except crickets. She walks towards the house.

 TAMMY

Hello? Hello?

 There's a picture of the WOMAN and two CHILDREN inside the house; the picture is covered in dust.

 TAMMY peers through the hole in the screen door. A bird flies at her face, scaring her into falling over. She yells, leaps to her feet, and runs back to the car. She gets in and drives off.

 EXT. CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY – NIGHT

 TAMMY looks behind her—no one's there—then in the rearview mirror. The WOMAN is in the back seat. TAMMY yells again and drives straight through a "Bridge Closed" sign, stopping about halfway across the bridge. She screams. Blood spatters the windows.

 ACT TWO

GAS STATION

EXT. GAS STATION – DAY

 It is 1 Nov 2005.

 The Impala is parked in front of a pump. "Ramblin' Man" by the Allman Brothers plays.

 MUSIC

Lord, I was born a ramblin' woman

 DANA comes out of the convenience mart carrying junk food.

 MUSIC

Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can

 SAMANTHA is sitting in the shotgun seat with the door open, rifling through a box of tapes.

 DANA

Hey!

 SAMANTHA leans out and looks at her.

 DANA

You want breakfast?

 SAMANTHA

No, thanks.

 MUSIC

And when it's time for leavin'

 SAMANTHA

So how'd you pay for that stuff?

 MUSIC

I hope you'll understand

 SAMANTHA

You and Jean still running credit card scams?

 MUSIC

That I was born a ramblin' woman

 DANA

Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career.

 DANA puts the nozzle back on the pump.

 DANA

Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards.

 SAMANTHA

Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?

 SAMANTHA swings her legs back inside the car and closes the door.

 DANA

Uh, Betty Aframian.

 DANA gets into the driver seat and puts her soda and chips down.

 DANA

And her daughter Harriet. Scored two cards out of the deal.

 DANA closes the door.

 SAMANTHA

That sounds about right. I swear, woman, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection.

 There are at least a dozen cassettes in the box on SAMANTHA's lap; some have album art, others are hand-labeled.

 DANA

Why?

 SAMANTHA

Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two.

 SAMANTHA holds up a tape for every band she names.

 SAMANTHA

Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?

 DANA takes the box labeled Metallica from SAMANTHA.

 SAMANTHA

It's the greatest hits of mullet rock.

 DANA

Well, house rules, Sammie.

 DANA pops the tape in the player.

 DANA

Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts her cakehole.

 DANA drops the Metallica box back in the box of tapes and starts the engine.

 SAMANTHA

You know, Sammie is a chubby twelve-year-old.

 AC/DC's "Back in Black" begins to play.

 SAMANTHA

It's Sam, okay?

 DANA

Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud.

 DANA drives off.

 CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY

EXT. CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY – DAY

 MUSIC

Back in black

I hit the sack

I've been too long

I'm glad to be back

Yes I'm let loose

 They drive past a sign that says "JERICHO 7".

 MUSIC

From the noose

That's kept me hanging about

 Sam is talking on her cell phone.

 SAMANTHA

Thank you.

 SAMANTHA closes her phone.

 MUSIC

Lookin' at the sky

'Cause it's gettin' me high

 SAMANTHA

All right. So, there's no one matching Jean at the hospital or morgue.

 MUSIC

Forget the hearse 'cause I'll never die

 SAMANTHA

So that's something, I guess.

 DANA glances over at SAMANTHA, then back at the road. At a bridge ahead of them, there are two police cars and several officers.

 MUSIC

I got nine lives

Cat's eyes

Abusin' every one of them and running wild

 DANA

Check it out.

 SAMANTHA leans forward for a closer look.

 MUSIC

'Cause I'm back

Yes I'm back

 DANA pulls over. They take a long look before DANA turns off the engine. Kid Gloves Music's "My Cheatin' Ways" begins to play. DANA opens the glove compartment and pulls out a box full of ID cards with her and JEAN's faces: visible ones include FBI and DEA. She picks one out and grins at SAMANTHA, who stares.

 DANA

Let's go.

 DANA gets out of the car.

 On the bridge, the lead DEPUTY, DEPUTY JAFFE, leans over the railing to yell down to two WOMEN in wetsuits who were poking around the river.

 JAFFE

You ladies find anything?

 WOMAN

No! Nothing!

 JAFFE turns back to the car in the middle of the bridge. It's familiar: it's TAMMY's, the blood gone. Another DEPUTY, DEPUTY HEIN, is at the driver's side looking around inside the car.

 HEIN

No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean.

 DANA and SAMANTHA walk into the crime scene like they belong there.

 JAFFE

So, this kid Tammy. She's dating your daughter, isn't she?

 HEIN

Yeah.

 JAFFE

How's Amy doing?

 HEIN

She's putting up missing posters downtown.

 DANA

You gals had another one like this just last month, didn't you?

 JAFFE looks up when DANA starts talking and straightens up to talk to her.

 JAFFE

And who are you?

 DANA flashes her badge.

 DANA

Federal marshals.

 JAFFE

You two are a little young for marshals, aren't you?

 DANA laughs.

 DANA

Thanks, that's awfully kind of you.

 DANA goes over to the car.

 DANA

You did have another one just like this, correct?

 JAFFE

Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that.

 SAMANTHA

So, this victim, you knew her?

 JAFFE nods.

 JAFFE

Town like this, everybody knows everybody.

 DANA circles the car, looking around.

 DANA

Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all women?

 JAFFE

No. Not so far as we can tell.

 SAMANTHA

So what's the theory?

 SAMANTHA goes over to DANA.

 JAFFE

Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?

 DANA

Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys.

 SAMANTHA stomps on DANA's foot.

 SAMANTHA

Thank you for your time.

 SAMANTHA starts to walk away. DANA follows.

 SAMANTHA

Ladies.

 JAFFE watches them go. DANA smacks SAMANTHA on the head.

 SAMANTHA

Ow! What was that for?

 DANA

Why'd you have to step on my foot?

 SAMANTHA

Why do you have to talk to the police like that?

 DANA looks at SAMANTHA and moves in front of her, forcing SAMANTHA to stop walking.

 DANA

Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Mother we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves.

 SAMANTHA clears her throat and looks over DANA's shoulder. DANA turns. It's SHERIFF PIERCE and two FBI AGENTS.

 SHERIFF

Can I help you gals?

 DANA

No, ma’am, we were just leaving.

 As the FBI AGENTS walk past DANA, she nods at each of them.

 DANA

Agent Mulder. Agent Scully.

 DANA and SAMANTHA head past the SHERIFF, who turns to watch them go.

 JERICHO

EXT. STREET – DAY

 The marquee on the Highland Movie Theater reads:

 EMERGENCY TOWN HALL MEETING

SUNDAY 8 PM

BE SAFE OUT THERE

 A YOUNG WOMAN is tacking up posters with TAMMY's face and the caption "MISSING TAMMY SQUIRE". DANA and SAMANTHA approach.

 DANA

I'll bet you that's her.

 SAMANTHA

Yeah.

 DANA and SAMANTHA walk up to the YOUNG WOMAN.

 DANA

You must be Amy.

 AMY

Yeah.

 DANA

Yeah, Tammy told us about you. We're her aunts. I'm Dana, this is Samantha.

 AMY

She never mentioned you to me.

 AMY walks away. DANA and SAMANTHA walk with her.

 DANA

Well, that's Tammy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto.

 SAMANTHA

So, we're looking for her too, and we're kinda asking around.

 Another YOUNG WOMAN, RACHEL, comes up to AMY and puts a hand on her arm.

 RACHEL

Hey, are you okay?

 AMY

Yeah.

 SAMANTHA

You mind if we ask you a couple questions?

 Another poster that says MISSING TAMMY SQUIRE flaps in the breeze.

 INT. DINER – DAY

 The four of them are sitting in a booth, DANA and SAMANTHA opposite AMY and RACHEL.

 AMY

I was on the phone with Tammy. She was driving home. She said she would call me right back, and...she never did.

 SAMANTHA

She didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?

 AMY shakes her head.

 AMY

No. Nothing I can remember.

 SAMANTHA

I like your necklace.

 AMY holds the pendant she's wearing, a pentagram in a circle, and looks down at it.

 AMY

Tammy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents—

 AMY laughs.

 AMY

—with all that devil stuff.

 SAMANTHA laughs a little and looks down, then up. DANA looks over.

 SAMANTHA

Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing.

 DANA

Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries.

 DANA takes her arm off the back of SAMANTHA's seat and leans forward.

 DANA

Here's the deal, ladies. The way Tammy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything...

 AMY and RACHEL look at each other.

 DANA

What is it?

 RACHEL

Well, it's just... I mean, with all these girls going missing, people talk.

 DANA and SAMANTHA speak in chorus.

 DANA and SAMANTHA

What do they talk about?

 RACHEL

It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago.

 DANA looks at SAMANTHA, who watches RACHEL attentively, nodding.

 RACHEL

Well, supposedly she's still out there.

 SAMANTHA nods.

 RACHEL

She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever.

 SAMANTHA and DANA look at each other.

 LIBRARY

INT. LIBRARY – DAY

 A web browser is open to the archive search page for the Jericho Herald. The words "Female Murder Hitchhiking" are typed into the search box. DANA clicks GO; the screen tells her there are "(0) Result". DANA replaces "Hitchhiking" with "Centennial Highway" with the same response. SAMANTHA is sitting next to her, watching.

 SAMANTHA

Let me try.

 DANA smacks SAMANTHA's hand.

 DANA

I got it.

 SAMANTHA shoves DANA's chair out of the way and takes over.

 DANA

Dude!

 DANA hits SAMANTHA in the shoulder.

 DANA

You're such a control freak.

 SAMANTHA

So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?

 DANA

Yeah.

 SAMANTHA

Well, maybe it's not murder.

 SAMANTHA replaces "Murder" with "Suicide" and finds an article entitled "Suicide on Centennial". DANA glances at SAMANTHA. SAMANTHA opens the article, dated April 25, 1981.

 A local woman's drowning death was ruled a suicide, the county Sheriff's Department said earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leapt off Sylvania Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and subsequently drowned last night.

Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death, Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several [minutes]. She reported that their complex-[...]

What happened to my children was a terrible accident. And it must have been too much for Constance. Our babies were gone, and she just couldn't bear it," said wife Josie Welch. "Now I ask that you all please respect my privacy during this trying time."

At the time of the children's death and Ms. Welch's subsequent suicide, Josie Welch was at the Frontier auto salvage yard, where she works the graveyard shift as associate manager.

"Connie might have been quiet, but she was the sweetest, most caring girl I ever knew," said Dean Kripke, a neighbor. "She just doted on those children."

SAMANTHA

This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river.

 There's a picture of CONSTANCE; it's the WOMAN who killed TAMMY.

 DANA

Does it say why she did it?

 SAMANTHA

Yeah.

 DANA

What?

 SAMANTHA

An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die.

 DANA raises her eyebrows.

 DANA

Hm.

 The article has a picture of Josie next to a picture of Sylvania Bridge; it's the place TAMMY died.

 SAMANTHA

"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said wife Josie Welch."

 DANA

The bridge look familiar to you?

 SYLVANIA BRIDGE

EXT. SYLVANIA BRIDGE – NIGHT

 DANA and SAMANTHA walk along the bridge, then stop to lean on the railing and look down at the river.

 DANA

So this is where Constance took the swan dive.

 SAMANTHA

So you think Jean would have been here?

 SAMANTHA looks over at DANA.

 DANA

Well, she's chasing the same story and we're chasing her.

 DANA continues walking. SAMANTHA follows.

 SAMANTHA

Okay, so now what?

 DANA

Now we keep digging until we find her. Might take a while.

 SAMANTHA stops.

 SAMANTHA

Dana, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday—

 DANA turns around.

 DANA

Monday. Right. The interview.

 SAMANTHA

Yeah.

 DANA

Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?

 SAMANTHA

Maybe. Why not?

 DANA

Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?

 SAMANTHA steps closer.

 SAMANTHA

No, and she's not ever going to know.

 DANA

Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammie. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are.

 DANA turns around and keeps walking. SAMANTHA follows.

 SAMANTHA

And who's that?

 DANA

You're one of us.

 SAMANTHA hurries to get in front of DANA.

 SAMANTHA

No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life.

 DANA

You have a responsibility to—

 SAMANTHA

To Jean? And her crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back.

 DANA grabs SAMANTHA by the collar and shoves her up against the railing of the bridge. A long pause.

 DANA

Don't talk about her like that.

 DANA releases SAMANTHA and walks away. She sees CONSTANCE standing at the edge of the bridge.

 DANA

Sam.

 SAMANTHA comes to stand next to DANA. CONSTANCE looks over at them, then steps forward off the edge. SAMANTHA and DANA run to the railing and look over.

 DANA

Where'd she go?

 SAMANTHA

I don't know.

 Behind them, the Impala's engine starts and its headlights come on. DANA and SAMANTHA turn to look.

 DANA

What the—

 SAMANTHA

Who's driving your car?

 DANA pulls the keys out of her pocket and jingles them. SAMANTHA glances at them. The car jerks into motion, heading straight for them. They turn and run.

 SAMANTHA

Dana? Go! Go!

 The car is moving faster than they are; when it gets too close, SAMANTHA and DANA dive over the railing. The car comes to a halt.

 ACT THREE

SYLVANIA BRIDGE

EXT. SYLVANIA BRIDGE – NIGHT

 Establishing shot of the bridge.

 SAMANTHA has caught herself on the edge of the bridge and is hanging on. She pulls herself up onto the bridge and looks around.

 SAMANTHA

Dana? Dana!

 Below, a filthy and annoyed DANA crawls out of the water and onto the mud, panting.

 DANA

What?

 SAMANTHA

Hey! Are you all right?

 DANA holds up one hand in an A-OK sign.

 DANA

I'm super.

 SAMANTHA laughs, relieved, and scoots away from the edge.

 EXT. SYLVANIA BRIDGE – NIGHT, LATER

 DANA shuts the hood of her car and leans on it.

 SAMANTHA

Your car all right?

 DANA

Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!

 SAMANTHA

Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?

 SAMANTHA settles on the hood next to DANA. DANA throws up her arms in frustration, then flicks mud off her hands. SAMANTHA sniffs, then looks at DANA.

 SAMANTHA

You smell like a toilet.

 DANA looks down.

 MOTEL

INT. MOTEL LOBBY – DAY

 It is 2 Nov 2005.

 A VersaBank MasterCard in the name of Harriet Aframian lands on a handwritten guest ledger.

 DANA

One room, please.

 DANA is standing at the motel check-in desk, still filthy, with SAMANTHA right behind her. The CLERK picks up the card and looks at it.

 CLERK

You girls having a reunion or something?

 SAMANTHA

What do you mean?

 CLERK

I had another woman, Betty Aframian. She came and bought out a room for the whole month.

 DANA looks back at SAMANTHA.

 JEAN'S ROOM

INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY

 The motel door swings open. SAMANTHA is on the other side, having just picked the lock. SAMANTHA hides the picks and stands up. DANA is just outside, playing lookout, until SAMANTHA reaches out of the room to grab her shoulder and yank her inside. SAMANTHA closes the door behind them. They look around—every vertical surface has papers pinned to it: maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. There are books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including something with a hazardous-materials symbol.

 SAMANTHA

Whoa.

 DANA turns on a light by the bed and picks up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there. SAMANTHA steps over a line of salt on the floor. DANA sniffs the burger and recoils.

 DANA

I don't think she's been here for a couple days at least.

 SAMANTHA fingers the salt on the floor and looks up.

 SAMANTHA

Salt, cats-eye shells...she was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in.

 DANA looks at the papers covering one wall.

 SAMANTHA

What have you got here?

 DANA

Centennial Highway victims.

 SAMANTHA nods. The victims seen on the wall include Martha somebody, Billie Durrell, Scarlet Nifong who disappeared in 1987 at age 25, and somebody Parks. Martha, Durrell, and Nifong are all white males, judging by the photos.

 DANA

I don't get it. I mean, different women, different jobs—

 SAMANTHA crosses the room.

 DANA

—ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these chicks have in common?

 While DANA talks, SAMANTHA looks at the papers taped to the other walls. There's something about the Bell Witch, two people being burned alive, a skeletal person blowing a horn at several scared people with the note "MORTIS DANSE", a column about "Devils + Demons", another about "Sirens, Witches, the possessed", a wooden pentacle, and a note that says "Woman in White" above a printout of the Jericho Herald article on CONSTANCE's suicide.

 SAMANTHA turns on another lamp.

 SAMANTHA

Jean figured it out.

 DANA turns to look.

 DANA

What do you mean?

 SAMANTHA

She found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white.

 DANA looks at the photos of CONSTANCE's victims.

 DANA

You sly dogs.

 DANA turns back to SAMANTHA.

 DANA

All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Mother would have found the corpse and destroyed it.

 SAMANTHA

She might have another weakness.

 DANA

Well, Mother would want to make sure.

 DANA crosses to SAMANTHA.

 DANA

She'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?

 SAMANTHA

No, not that I can tell. If I were Jean, though, I'd go ask her wife.

 SAMANTHA taps the picture of JOSIE WELCH. The caption says she's thirty; the article dates to 1981, so she must be sixty-four.

 SAMANTHA

If she's still alive.

 SAMANTHA goes to look at something else. DANA looks at the picture below the Herald article, of a woman in a white dress.

 DANA

All right. Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up.

 DANA starts to walk away. SAMANTHA turns.

 SAMANTHA

Hey, Dana?

 DANA stops and turns back.

 SAMANTHA

What I said earlier, about Mom and Jean, I'm sorry.

 DANA holds up a hand.

 DANA

No chick-flick moments.

 SAMANTHA laughs and nods.

 SAMANTHA

All right. Jerk.

 DANA

Asshole.

 SAMANTHA laughs again. DANA disappears, presumably into the bathroom. SAMANTHA notices something, her smile disappearing, and crosses over for a closer look. A rosary hangs in front of a large mirror, and stuck into the mirror frame is a photo of JEAN sitting on the hood of the Impala, next to a GIRL in a baseball cap who is presumably DANA and with a YOUNGER GIRL, presumably SAMANTHA, on JEAN's lap. SAMANTHA takes the photo off the mirror and holds it, smiling sadly.

 MOTEL

INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY, LATER

 SAMANTHA paces, holding her phone, and sits down on the bed. A voicemail message is playing.

 JESS

Hey, it's me, it's about ten-twenty Saturday night—

 DANA, clean again, comes out of the bathroom and grabs her jacket. She shrugs it on one shoulder as she crosses the room.

 DANA

Hey, woman. I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?

 SAMANTHA

No.

 DANA

Aframian's buying.

 SAMANTHA shakes her head.

 SAMANTHA

Mm-mm.

 EXT. PARKING LOT – DAY

 DANA leaves the motel room. She gets the jacket the rest of the way on as she crosses the lot. She looks over and sees a police car, where the MOTEL CLERK is talking to DEPUTY JAFFE and DEPUTY HEIN. The CLERK points at DANA, who turns away and pulls out her cell phone.

 INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY and EXT. PARKING LOT – DAY, alternating

 SAMANTHA is sitting on the bed, still listening to the message.

 JESS

So come home soon, okay? I love you.

 The phone beeps. SAMANTHA looks at it and presses a button, then puts it back to her ear.

 SAMANTHA

What?

 Outside, the DEPUTIES are approaching DANA.

 DANA

Dude, five-oh, take off.

 SAMANTHA stands up.

 SAMANTHA

What about you?

 DANA

Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Mother.

 DANA hangs up the phone as the DEPUTIES approach. She turns and grins at them.

 DANA

Problem, officers?

 JAFFE

Where's your partner?

 DANA

Partner? What, what partner?

 JAFFE glances over her shoulder and jerks her thumb towards the motel room. HEIN heads over there. DANA fidgets.

 SAMANTHA sees HEIN approaching and darts away from the window.

 JAFFE

So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?

 DANA

My tits.

 DANA grins.

 HEIN slams Dana over the hood of the cop car.

 JAFFE

You have the right to remain silent—

 ACT FOUR

SHERIFF'S OFFICE

INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE – DAY

 SHERIFF PIERCE enters the room, carrying a box. She sets the box on the table at which DANA sits and goes around the table to face DANA across it.

 SHERIFF

So you want to give us your real name?

 DANA

I told you, it's Nugent. Ted Nugent.

 SHERIFF

I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here.

 DANA

We talkin', like, misdemeanor kind of trouble or, uh, squeal like a pig trouble?

 SHERIFF

You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall.

 DANA looks away.

 SHERIFF

Along with a whole lot of Satanic mumbo-jumbo. Lady, you are officially a suspect.

 DANA

That makes sense. Because when the first one went missing in '82 I was three.

 SHERIFF

I know you've got partners. One of 'em's an older lady. Maybe she started the whole thing. So tell me. Dana.

 The SHERIFF tosses a brown leather-covered journal on the table.

 SHERIFF

This her?

 DANA stares at it. The SHERIFF sits on the edge of the table. She flips through the journal: it's filled with newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures, just like what's on the walls of JEAN's motel room.

 SHERIFF

I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out—I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy.

 DANA leans forward for a closer look.

 SHERIFF

But I found this, too.

 She opens the journal to a page that reads "DANA 35-111", circled, with nothing else on that page.

 SHERIFF

Now. You're stayin' right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means.

 DANA stares down at the page, then looks up.

 WELCH HOUSE

INT. HOUSE – DAY

 SAMANTHA, seen through the chain-link covering a grimy glass window, knocks on the door the window is in. An OLD WOMAN opens it: it's recognizably JOSIE WELCH.

 SAMANTHA

Hi. Are you Josie Welch?

 JOSIE

Yeah.

 EXT. DRIVEWAY – DAY

 SAMANTHA and JOSIE are walking down the junk-filled driveway, JOSIE holding the photo SAMANTHA found on JEAN's motel room mirror.

 JOSIE

Yeah, she was older, but that's her.

 JOSIE hands the photo back to SAMANTHA.

 JOSIE

She came by three or four days ago. Said she was a reporter.

 SAMANTHA

That's right. We're working on a story together.

 JOSIE

Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions she asked me?

 SAMANTHA

About your wife Constance?

 JOSIE

She asked me where Connie was buried.

 SAMANTHA

And where is that again?

 JOSIE

What, I gotta go through this twice?

 SAMANTHA

It's fact-checking. If you don't mind.

 JOSIE

In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge.

 SAMANTHA

And why did you move?

 JOSIE

I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died.

 SAMANTHA stops walking. JOSIE stops too.

 SAMANTHA

Ms. Welch, did you ever marry again?

 JOSIE

No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known.

 SAMANTHA

So you had a happy marriage?

 JOSIE hesitates.

 JOSIE

Definitely.

 SAMANTHA

Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time.

 SAMANTHA turns toward the Impala. JOSIE walks away. SAMANTHA waits a moment, then looks back up at JOSIE.

 SAMANTHA

Ms. Welch, did you ever hear of a woman in white?

 JOSIE turns around.

 JOSIE

A what?

 SAMANTHA

A woman in white. Or sometimes weeping woman?

 JOSIE just looks.

 SAMANTHA

It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really.

 SAMANTHA starts back toward JOSIE.

 SAMANTHA

Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women.

 SAMANTHA stops in front of JOSIE.

 SAMANTHA

You understand. But all share the same story.

 JOSIE

Young lady, I don't care much for nonsense.

 JOSIE walks away. SAMANTHA follows.

 SAMANTHA

See, when they were alive, their wives were unfaithful to them.

 JOSIE stops.

 SAMANTHA

And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children.

 JOSIE turns around.

 SAMANTHA

Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful woman, they kill her. And that woman is never seen again.

 JOSIE

You think...you think that has something to do with...Constance? You smartass!

 SAMANTHA

You tell me.

 JOSIE

I mean, maybe...maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell out of here! And you don't come back!

 JOSIE's face shakes, whether from anger or grief it's impossible to tell. After a long moment, she turns away. SAMANTHA sighs.

 SHERIFF'S OFFICE

INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE – NIGHT

 DANA

I don't know how many times I gotta tell you. It's my high school locker combo.

 SHERIFF PIERCE is still interrogating DANA over the "DANA 35-111" page.

 SHERIFF

We gonna do this all night long?

 A DEPUTY leans into the room.

 DEPUTY

We just got a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road.

 SHERIFF

You have to go to the bathroom?

 DANA

No.

 SHERIFF

Good.

 The SHERIFF handcuffs Dana to the table and leaves. DANA sees a paper clip poking out of the journal, pulls it out, and looks at it. Moments later, as the SHERIFF and DEPUTY are gearing up to leave, she is out of the cuffs. DANA watches through the window in the door, ducks out of sight as the DEPUTY approaches the door, and waits.

 EXT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE – NIGHT

 DANA climbs down the fire escape, carrying JEAN's journal.

 HIGHWAY

EXT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT and EXT. STREET – NIGHT, alternating

 SAMANTHA is driving the IMPALA when her phone rings. She pulls it out and answers it. DANA is in a phone booth; apparently her phone was confiscated and she didn't take the time to steal it back.

 DANA

Fake 911 phone call? Sammie, I don't know, that's pretty illegal.

 SAMANTHA

You're welcome.

 SAMANTHA grins.

 DANA

Listen, we gotta talk.

 SAMANTHA

Tell me about it. So the wife was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Jean's next stop.

 DANA

Sammie, would you shut up for a second?

 SAMANTHA

I just can't figure out why Jean hasn't destroyed the corpse yet.

 DANA

Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. She's gone. Mother left Jericho.

 SAMANTHA

What? How do you know?

 DANA

I've got her journal.

 SAMANTHA

She doesn't go anywhere without that thing.

 DANA

Yeah, well, she did this time.

 SAMANTHA

What's it say?

 DANA

Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when she wants to let us know where she's going.

 SAMANTHA

Coordinates. Where to?

 DANA

I'm not sure yet.

 SAMANTHA

I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Jean would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dana, what the hell is going on?

 SAMANTHA looks up and slams the brake, dropping the phone: CONSTANCE appeared on the road in front of her. The car goes right through her as SAMANTHA brings it to a halt.

 DANA

Sam? Sam!

 Inside the car, SAMANTHA breathes hard. CONSTANCE is sitting in the back seat.

 CONSTANCE

Take me home.

 ACT FIVE

HIGHWAY

EXT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT

 CONSTANCE

Take me home!

 SAMANTHA

No.

 CONSTANCE glares and the doors lock themselves. SAMANTHA struggles to reopen them. The gas pedal presses down and the car begins to drive itself. SAMANTHA tries to steer, but CONSTANCE is doing that too. SAMANTHA continues to try to get the door open. In the back seat, CONSTANCE flickers.

 BRECKENRIDGE ROAD

EXT. ABANDONED HOUSE – NIGHT

 The car pulls up in front of CONSTANCE's house and stops. The engine shuts off and so do the lights.

 SAMANTHA

Don't do this.

 CONSTANCE flickers. Her voice is sad.

 CONSTANCE

I can never go home.

 SAMANTHA

You're scared to go home.

 SAMANTHA looks back and CONSTANCE isn't there. She glances around and back and sees CONSTANCE in the shotgun seat. CONSTANCE climbs into her lap, shoving her back against the seat hard enough to recline the seat. SAMANTHA struggles.

 CONSTANCE

Hold me. I'm so cold.

 SAMANTHA

You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been!

 CONSTANCE

You will be. Just hold me.

 CONSTANCE kisses SAMANTHA as she continues to struggle, reaching for the keys. CONSTANCE pulls back and disappears, a flash of something horrible behind her face as she vanishes. SAMANTHA looks around for a moment, then yells in pain and yanks her hoodie open. There are five new holes burned through the fabric, matching to CONSTANCE's fingers: CONSTANCE flickers in front of her, her hand reaching into SAMANTHA’S chest. A gunshot goes off, shattering the window and startling CONSTANCE. DANA approaches, still firing at CONSTANCE. CONSTANCE glares at her and vanishes, then reappears, and DANA keeps firing until CONSTANCE disappears again. SAMANTHA manages to sit up and start the car.

 SAMANTHA

I'm taking you home.

 SAMANTHA drives forward. DANA stares after the car. SAMANTHA smashes through the side of the house. DANA hurries through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car.

 DANA

Sam! Sam! You okay?

 SAMANTHA

I think...

 DANA

Can you move?

 SAMANTHA

Yeah. Help me?

 DANA leans through the window to give SAMANTHA a hand.

 CONSTANCE picks up a large framed photograph seen when she brought TAMMY here: the WOMAN is CONSTANCE and the children are presumably hers.

 DANA helps SAMANTHA out of the car.

 DANA

There you go.

 DANA closes the car door. They look around and see CONSTANCE; she looks up. She glares at them and throws the picture down. A bureau scoots towards SAMANTHA and DANA, pinning them against the car. The lights flicker; CONSTANCE looks around, scared. Water begins to pour down the staircase. She goes over. At the top are the CHILDREN from the photograph. They hold hands and speak in chorus.

 CHILDREN

You've come home to us, Mommy.

 CONSTANCE looks at them, distraught. Suddenly they are behind her; they embrace her tightly and she screams, her image flickering. In a surge of energy, still screaming, CONSTANCE and the two CHILDREN melt into a puddle in the floor. SAMANTHA and DANA shove the bureau over and go look at the spot where CONSTANCE and her CHILDREN vanished.

 DANA

So this is where she drowned her daughters.

 SAMANTHA nods.

 SAMANTHA

That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them.

 DANA

You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammie.

 DANA slaps SAMANTHA on the chest where she's been injured and walks away. SAMANTHA laughs through the pain.

 SAMANTHA

Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?

 DANA

Hey. Saved your ass.

 "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC begins to play.

 DANA leans over to look at the car.

 DANA

I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?

 DANA twists around to look at SAMANTHA.

 DANA

I'll kill you.

 SAMANTHA laughs.

 HIGHWAY

EXT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT

 The Impala tears down the road; the right headlight is out.

 MUSIC

Living easy, loving free

Season ticket on a one-way ride

 SAMANTHA has the journal open to "DANA 35-111" and a map open on her lap and is finding coordinates with a ruler, a flashlight tucked between chin and shoulder.

 MUSIC

Asking nothing

 SAMANTHA

Okay, here's where Jean went.

 MUSIC

Leave me be

 SAMANTHA

It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.

 MUSIC

Taking everythin' in my stride

 DANA nods.

 DANA

Sounds charming. How far?

 MUSIC

Don't need reason

 SAMANTHA

About six hundred miles.

 MUSIC

Don't need rhyme

 DANA

Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning.

 MUSIC

Ain't nothing I would rather do

 SAMANTHA looks at her, hesitating.

 SAMANTHA

Dana, I, um...

 MUSIC

Going down

 DANA glances at the road and back.

 MUSIC

Party time

 DANA

You're not going.

 MUSIC

My friends are gonna be there too

 SAMANTHA

The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there.

 Dana nods, disappointed, and returns her attention to the road.

 DANA

Yeah. Yeah, whatever.

 DANA glances at SAMANTHA.

 DANA

I'll take you home.

 SAMANTHA turns the flashlight off. They drive on.

 MUSIC

Highway to hell

 APARTMENT

EXT. SAMANTHA'S APARTMENT BUILDING – NIGHT

 MUSIC

I'm on the highway to hell

 They pull up in front of the apartment, DANA still frowning. SAMANTHA gets out and leans over to look through the window.

 SAMANTHA

Call me if you find her?

 DANA nods.

 SAMANTHA

And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?

 DANA

Yeah, all right.

 SAMANTHA pats the car door twice and turns away. DANA leans toward the passenger door, one arm going over the back of the seat.

 DANA

Sam?

 SAMANTHA turns back.

 DANA

You know, we made a hell of a team back there.

 SAMANTHA

Yeah.

 DANA drives off. SAMANTHA watches her go and sighs.

 INT. SAMANTHA'S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 SAMANTHA lets herself in. Everything is dark and quiet.

 SAMANTHA

Jess?

 SAMANTHA closes the door.

 SAMANTHA

You home?

 SAMANTHA notices a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the table, with a note that reads "Missed you! Love you!", next to a National Geographic. SAMANTHA picks one up and eats it as she sneaks into the bedroom, smiling. The shower is audibly running. SAMANTHA sits on the bed, shuts her eyes, and flops onto her back.

 Blood drips onto SAMANTHA's forehead, one drop, then another; she flinches and opens her eyes. She gasps in horror: JESS is pinned to the ceiling, staring down at her and bleeding from the belly.

 SAMANTHA

No!

 JESS bursts into flame; the fire spreads across the ceiling.

 DANA kicks the front door open.

 DANA

Sam!

 SAMANTHA raises one arm to shield her face.

 SAMANTHA

Jess!

 DANA comes running into the bedroom.

 DANA

Sam! Sam!

 DANA looks up and sees JESS.

 SAMANTHA

No! No!

 DANA grabs SAMANTHA off the bed and bodily shoves her out the door, SAMANTHA struggling all the way.

 SAMANTHA

Jess! Jess! No!

 Flames engulf the apartment.

 AFTER THE FIRE

EXT. SAMANTHA'S APARTMENT – NIGHT

 In a scene much like the end of the flashback, a fire truck is parked outside the building, firefighters and police keeping back gawkers. DANA looks on, then turns and walks back to her car. SAMANTHA is standing behind the open trunk, loading a shotgun. DANA looks at the trunk, then at SAMANTHA, whose face is set in a mask of desperate anger. SAMANTHA looks up, then sighs, nods, and tosses the shotgun into the trunk.

 SAMANTHA

We got work to do.

 SAMANTHA shuts the trunk.

[x-spooks]

Just Right. (Got7 AU) Ep. 3

We’re skipping back to your POV. You’re getting ready for your performance.

A phone screen was shoved in your face, "Dad wants to talk to you." Gun said with a pleased tone. You glanced to the make-up artist who was hiding the pink in your skin with blueish grey, "One moment please," you asked as you took the phone. He nodded and stepped away to give you a little privacy. "Dad?" You asked politely while taking in your transformation. You looked like you had just stepped out of a warring fairy vs. demon manga. Your navy hair was styled in soft beach waves with random braids through out. It was tugged into a half up, half down situation. The purple circle lens weren't only making your eyes itch. They were freaking you out. Your dad's voice ripped you out of your thoughts. "Inez-Mi," his dad tone gave away everything. 1.) He was livid. 2.) He was about to pull out his I'm-in-charge card. 3.) You were fucked. "You are going to do as I say without complain and without faltering even a step." You looked away from your reflection and up to Gun's satisfied face, annoyed. "It wasn't as horrific as Gun had explained." You offered in your defense. "Do not interrupt me!" He yelled. You narrowed your new creepy eyes on Gun and mouthed I'm going to kill you. He got the messaged and took a half step back. "You will offer your gold cuff while making a promise of protection from yourself and others. You will extend your hand and kiss the palm while bowing deeply to JB." "What!" You leapt out of the make-up chair keeping your eyes fixed on Gun, "No." You snapped in English. "The reverse offering is for a Temple not some prick I already said sorry too." "You will do as you are told." He growled in Hangul. "It is arranged." Click. You briefly glanced at the screen to see if he had really hung up on you. Yep. Your eyes returned to Gun. Tears of rage threatened to ruin your make-up. You looked up to the ceiling while extending your hand with his phone in it. He reached out to grab it but You let it slip from your fingers. The loud hollow crunch of metal and cracking of glass might've made you smile in any other situation. "Was that necessary?" Song-I annoyingly high voice demanded. She walked further into the green room tent in her modern take of the Korean Goddess, Hae-Soo. She gracefully sat herself in a chair. You were about to comment on Song-I existence not being necessary when Gun spoke up, "Nyx's eyes aren't used to her contacts." He knelt and snatched his phone off the floor. He expected it carefully as he rose. "It'll take time." "Like everything else," Song-I huffed. Her honey brown eyes fixed on You. Ignoring her, You finally looked at your reflection. Everything was still in place. You sat back in the chair. The make-up artist came back over to finish his masterpiece. It only took another twenty minutes before he was done. He slid the last layer of black liquid lipstick across your pouters lips. "Try not to smile or bump your lips together until it dries," he advised with a smile. You bowed to him in thanks. "Goddess's don't bow to mere mortals," he joked as he stepped aside so You could see your reflection. You completely forgot what he had told you as you took yourself in. Your mouth dropped open. You were unrecognizable. You looked like one of those gorgeous slightly scary fae warriors. The shire navy/purple fabrics which cuffed your wrists and draped up to your shoulders of your Greek Goddess costume caught the light beautifully. Your costume played with the fine line of feminine and warrior. If Xena and Disneys Hades had a baby, it would look just like you. All the gold accents were silver expect the wide hammered cuff arm bracelet. A crescent moon was engraved in its center. You tilted your head side to side to take it all in. Your smile was so white compared to your skin. You suddenly wished you had snap in fangs. Maybe next time. "Don't forget this." You turned to see Minyoung in her Eopsin costume with Nyx's crown in her gold painted hands. Her red gown and hair pin were far more traditional than Song-I’s Hae-Soo. You bent low at the knees to help Eopsin place the crown on your head. It was less of a laurel wreath and more of a delicate silver tiara with a crescent moon dangling just above the middle of your brows. There were deep sapphires and obsidian placed in all the right places. Once it was clipped in, You rose with a soft smile touching your lips, "Thank you." "Five minutes!" A random staff member called. Your purple gaze glanced around the room, "Sayuri (Venus) and Suelin (Mazu) where are you?" Authority deepened your voice. The two missing goddesses rushed into the tent. They exchanged an odd look with Hea-Soo (Song-I). "Please." You motioned for everyone to come to the middle of the tent. "Even staff." Your black gladiator sandals walked to the center of the forming crowd. You couldn’t help rolling her eyes at Hea-Soo (song-i) and a few staff members who stayed where they were. "I want to thank you all so much for your time and energy. Goddess wouldn't exist without your determination, patience, and kindness. I will not let you down!" You called over the hum of excitement forming in the tent. Hea-soo (song-i) stood saying something under her breath and left. You arched a well manicured navy brow in suspicion. But the excitement of the tent spilled over you. "Fighting!" You wrapped your right arm around Mazu (Suelin) shoulders, who grabbed Venus's (Sayuri), who motioned for Eopsin (Minyoung). Eopsin (minyoung) came through the crowd to the center. She let Venus (sayuri) captured her with one arm while the other caught hold of your waist. You bowed forward, "Thank you." You whispered to your members. "Mazu remember to take a long breath on the second chorus." Mazu nodded. Your eyes moved to Venus, "Don't let Hae-soo steal your light." You tried to be firm, but causal. "She isn't our sun." "Two minutes!" You smiled to Eopsin, "Fighting?" "Fighting." They broke the circle with a loud fighting. You led the way out of the tent. The stylist team tweaked all of your costumes as Goddess approached the stage. Hae-soo fell into line at the last possible second. You narrowed your eyes on her. She was going to have to be put in her place. So Stupid, you thought annoyed.   JYP walked past Goddess with a nod of approval. Everyone bowed deeply. He stopped just in front of you. He took in your revealing costume with greedy eyes, "Ready?" He asked plainly. You rose from your bow and met his eyes, "We shall do our best." "Let's hope so." He commented dryly as he scaled the steps and found his mark on the stage. The spot light followed him to where he was standing, "Hello everyone," he smiled. The buzz of the crowd turned into a roar. You looked to Hae-Soo making sure she hadn't run off again. She was still there. "Oh...the sun is setting." JYP's voice took on an awed tone. What an actor, You thought sarcastically as he continued to introduce them. Eopsin, Hae-soo, Mazu then Venus flowed to the stage with a calmness that only experience offered. They spoke to Temple and the press. The staff ushered you to a platform under the stage that would spring you up and out from the darkest part. You were to land in the middle under a beam of purple light. The sun was just dipping under the Han river when a random staff member cued you. A smile took over your features while you crouched down. The mechanics let loose, jolting you up and out. You landed in a super hero stance a few centimeters from the edge of the stage as if the platform was wired to fling you into the crowd.

The crowd screamed with excitement.

You slowly rose to your full height. The purple beam rushed to light your silhouette. You tried to be un-faze, but your heart was suddenly sputtering from fear. "Who dare summon the Goddess of Night and Mother of the most gruesome Monsters?!" You yelled in Hangul to the crowd and whipped around to your fellow members. Venus was under a pink light and Hae-soo was under yellow. They both flinched back scared while Mazu under white stepped forward, "Sister," she slightly bowed, "we summoned you." The other Goddesses followed suit. "Why?" you growled low into your mic. Eopsin's red beam of light shifted as she rose from her bow with a sad expression, "We need you. We need guidance and protection." She stepped forward. "We lost Hera." Venus offered remembering her line. Venus refused to look at you. You walked towards Hae-Soo and stopped just before your beam of light touched Hers. You cocked your head to the side. "A Goddess of the Sun, of Love, of Wealth, and a Queen of the Heavens."  You looked to all the Goddesses with little interest. You turned to the crowd and slowly strolled to the spot where you were supposed to land. "Shall I aid them?" You asked sincerely. "Do they deserve my protection?" You crouched down towards the crowd whispering into your mic. You looked over your shoulder suspiciously to the Goddesses. Temple was cheering yes. ”They do...?" You asked doubtful. Your eyes moved back to the crowd, "What of my Guidance? Do they deserve it?" Temple screamed yes. "As you wish my Temple." You said reluctantly and with such disdain. The music was cued. The five beams of light shot out to the crowd. They landed on random Temples expect Yours. Yours was bulls eyed on JB’s chest who was of course at the back. Luckily the beams were scattered so it didn't look like yours was too deliberate. The stage lights were switched off. You slowly stood up. The other Goddesses exited the stage the way they had entered. The lights were flicked back to life. To an empty stage besides you. You walked to the edge of the stage and did a front flip off. You landed just in front of the barrier. Temple gasped and awed at your little trick. You hopped over the metal barrier with four body guard in tow. They were dress as monsters with gore prostatic and black cloaks covering their clothes. The crowd gladly parted for you, the other Goddess's and their guards on their way to their randomly picked Temples.

[jojomugi]

Hello, again! This is the same anon who said thanks (I’m a little embarrassed to ask for something similar but, I really did love the last scenario). May I please have a scenario with SDC Dio nsfw/sfw w/ the same fem s/o who absolutely adores Halloween? Thank you so much! I truly appreciate it ❤️

Awh yes! I love Halloween themes! 🎃👻

Hope you didn’t mind but I decided to change it up a bit and make it a bit...AU-y(?) lol. I’ll describe it at the bottom :). I apologize for the wait and how short is it compared to the last one. Hopefully it was worth it and I hope you enjoy this piece because I certainly enjoyed writing this!

[Request:Open]

✨AU: Basically everything is the same except Dio is less focused on ruining the Joestars and more focused on his future plans (and Halloween)

✨Word Count: 1779

✨SFW?: Yes

SDC Dio x Reader (Halloween theme)

“Only 30 more days!” You proclaimed to yourself as you wrote in a little journal upon your bed. The gel tipped pen with the elegant white feather glided across the pages as you began making a list of what to do for your favorite holiday, Halloween. Of course, you had not yet had the chance to discuss your ideas and plans with your head of the household, DIO, so you had not yet gotten executive approval from your dearest. However, you kept your fingers crossed that you would be able to possibly sway him into allowing you to at least decorate. 

Though you have called this place home as Lord DIO has done nothing but provided for you here, in all honesty, the majority of the work was already done for you. The mansion itself already had a decrypted aura surrounding it. It was dank, dark, and was littered with cobwebs of many varieties. Though Lord Dio had never struck you as the type of man to be invested in holidays, you hoped he would not mind a few pumpkins and spooky ghost decorations scattered about. Actually, you couldn’t help but dorkishly grin at the ideas you had come up with to decorate the halls and rooms of the manor.

They frilly feather twirled between your fingertips as you continued to ponder and daydream on what else you’d do for Halloween if given the opportunity to celebrate. Though this was suddenly interrupted by a small yet strong gust of wind had blown through your window. A silhouette of a majestic falcon framed your windowsill, and it was none other than your favorite bird, Pet Shop. It sat there for a moment, before quickly darting to the floor to devour the rat that had gone unnoticed in the far corner of your bedroom. You jumped back at first, after all, he was a very fierce creature, however, you finally loosened up when he flew back over to your windowsill and perched himself proudly.

You shut the journal and got up from where you had resided, and made your way over to him. With a smile, you approached the falcon and gave him a single stroke on the head. “Thank you Pet Shop, you’re such a marvelous creature!” You softly praised.

Though you were not his master, the bird spread his wings and let out a sound that you could only assume was a ‘thank you’. A soft giggle escaped your lips, as you were completely tickled over how smart he was to actually understand you. “Perhaps for Halloween Lord Dio can let you be...A headless horseman! If they make dog and cat costumes, surely they make them for birds too.” You proposed. The bird merely lifted its head away from you and shut his striking eyes. You frowned a bit at his response, but let out a small smile quickly. “Or maybe instead of being a guard-bird you can look like a pharaoh bird?” 

Pet shop turned his head back to you with an approving gaze, however, just as quickly as he came to visit you, he quickly flew off to return to his guard-bird duties when the creek of a door filled the room. Your h/l hair flipped as you turned, knowing already who your next visitor was, none other than DIO. Your e/c eyes lit up with excitement, not only did you enjoy each other’s company, you also could sense he was in a good mood, possibly a good enough mood to even inquire about your idea of the upcoming spooky holiday that was approaching. 

“Good evening y/n. Say, who were you talking to?” His words were a harmony in your ears, even in the way he teasingly asked you about your conversation with your animal visitor.

 “Lord Dio! Welcome! I just got done with a visit from Pet Shop, he disposed of a rat in the room.” You smiled warmly, placing your hands together in front of your chest. “How has your evening been?”

DIO’s lips had turned up into a very calm smile as he approached you. “Oh? Yes, Pet Shop is a fine bird isn’t he?” DIO nodded before continuing. “So far it has been excellent, I thought that I would share it with only my most favorite human.” He explained as he finally made his way to you. He extended a hand and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. His honey-like eyes that had been fixated on you caught a glimpse of the bright full moon that was framed by your window. “Oh? And it's a full moon? How romantic. Just another thing for us to share tonight.” The large blonde had noted as he took his place beside where you stood. Now, both of you were admiring the view of Cairo and the bold night from your window.

“I know right, tonight is just wonderful isn’t it?” You nodded, leaning against the windowsill. A strong sculpted yet protective arm wrapped itself around your waist and pulled you close to his body. He obviously couldn’t allow his sweet angel of a pet plummet on accident, even though you were quite confident you wouldn’t as you had done this many times before. You turned up to his with a smile. “Oh, Lord Dio! Did you know on the 31st, there will also be a full moon.” You quickly spilled the piece of trivia.

Dio rose a boldly arched brown at the oddly specific information you gave him, however, he took it merely as a sign of your intellect and patted your head in response. “Well, that's very fascinating my little y/n. Is there anything else I should know?”

Your face quickly went red from embarrassment. You had wanted to bring up wanting to celebrate Halloween in a different more casual way, but instead, sabotaged what you had mentally planned. However, lying to DIO was never an option for you, you’d never want to break his trust in you and your loyalty for someone you lovingly adored. 

“Well, y/n?” He tilted his head slightly, patiently waiting for you to continue upon his request.

“Well...the 31st is also the night of Halloween.” A gulp slid down your throat before you had finally decided to expand onto your information. “Lord Dio, you uh, don’t have to answer if you d-don’t want to, But...do you...do you celebrate any holidays?” You stammered your question, and lightly shook your head at how embarrassingly nervous you got over a simple inquiry. What a silly thing to get all riled up over.

However, for the other party, this was a deep question for him. DIO went silent for a moment as he thought about the last time he had even celebrated a holiday. Suddenly a wave of blurred memories resurrected; The last holiday he spent was New Years with George and Jonathan Joestar. Sure, he was slightly invested in them once upon a time ago when he was still a human, but that was a century ago, and he was a significantly different person in those days. He shut his eyes and thought hard about the answer. “I suppose so. Though last time I had ever recognized a holiday was a century ago. These days I just do not have the time to manage, invest, and dedicate my important time to just another day on the calendar.” 

“Oh.”

Suddenly you felt your heart sink in discouragement over this development. He had a point, you couldn’t help but agree that his time was valuable, his points were unarguable. You let out a small frown and shifted your eyes back towards the streets, letting your disappointment out towards the world instead of letting him see. However, the silent sadness you felt was interrupted alas by his voice.

“Why are you, curious darling?”

You blinked, and slowly glanced back up at him. You felt no need to change what was undeniable, you had assured yourself that he would not be up for Halloween. No more need for beating around the bush, you just bluntly spoke. “Well, I was going to ask if you’d allow me to decorate the home for Halloween.” You sighed admittingly, while limply hanging your arm off of the windowsill. You couldn’t help but give him a smile, even if it was a sad one. “I really wanted to make everyone costumes, bake those cute little ghosts and pumpkin cookies, hand out candy to all your servants, of course, only the ones you say are worthy, and watch scary movies.” You could go on and on about all your favorite Halloween traditions, however, you felt for sure that he probably didn’t care to hear more.

DIO went back to silence, and so did you. You both just quietly looked up into the entrancing moon. Though the celebration of Halloween was much different from his era compared to how it is recognized in the 20th century, another distant memory resurfaced, and a fond one at that. A time when his mother was still alive and he was a young boy, and how they’d huddle close together next to the fire she’d share spooky stories with him before Dario would drunkenly return home for the night. When he thought about it, DIO was actually somewhat touched over how desperately you wanted to share your traditions with him.

With a short “hm.”, an unconscious smile formed from his lips.

“Well...I suppose if you do all of the preparation, it would not hurt to celebrate it if it's only for one night.”

Those were words you hadn’t expected to hear. Your eyes lit up like a spark in the night. “R-Really?” You gasped and before Dio would even be able to confirm, you already leaped into him for an embrace. You were over the moon. “Oh! Lord Dio! Thank you! Thank you so much! You’re honestly too good to me!” You squealed out of sheer happiness.

DIO held onto your waist and gently put you down on your feet with a slight smirk. “Y/n, if you make this Halloween successful, perhaps you can not only be my pet but my holiday planner as well.” He stated while softly patting your head.

“Oh, I surely won’t let you down, Lord Dio!” She chirped with a bright smile. 

“Well then, my dearest y/n, I will be holding you to it.” He leaned in and left a kiss on your forehead.

You shut your eyes when he leaned in to plant his loving mark on you and in turn, your cheeks flushed pink. You were going to make his Halloween memorable for sure!

[msuxander]

destination silence ;

with @msukevin getting potion | msumausoleum

all the events and activities aren't set to start until an hour or so yet xander finds himself wandering the grounds with nothing to do really. he's already dressed is his own costume - although it's fairly similar to what he wears on a day to day basis - dawning a black-rose suit to be hades. originally, he had given thought to dressing up as the joker but... there was a different sense of class attending the event as a greek god over a psychopathic clown.

in all, xander strolling the grounds alone before everyone started arriving was more so he could get a little extra enjoyment in intimidating any passing students. he had wanted to borrow a three-headed dog as part of his getup but was ultimately denied permission considering that would've caused more trouble than anything. besides, as professor moon stated: you're already scary enough as. we don't need you tormenting the students anymore than you already do.

a minor loss for xander, but he didn't really mind because professor moon was right.

once xander catches sight of a suseong female freeze at the sight of him, he prepares himself to watch her closely to see how she'll react. before he can really get to scaring her off though, the silhouette of... what is that? he's not entirely sure what it's supposed to be with the red, green and yellow but behind the mask he can easily tell it's none other than kevin seo.

"not you." xander simply sighs as he takes a look behind kevin to see his target scurrying away.

the geumseong is grinning idiotically like he always seems to do whenever he's with xander and that's a clear sign that he won't be leaving any time soon. so, xander simply exhales deeply before giving kevin some of his attention, stuck between if he should make the boy's head swell up or shrink. before he can make his decision though, kevin cuts him off enthusiastically about the party.