#September contest winner

[pfatter-university]

In September we held a Fast Freshman 15 contest to see which roommates could gain fifteen pounds each in just one week. We were so busy tracking the rapid weight gain of our football team that we forgot to name a winner! Join our Patreon to check out the five pairs of finalists and cast your vote for who should have won.

[writingwithfolklore]

I’m Doing the 3-Day Novel Contest—and I’d love for you to join me!

Last year I have the privilege of interviewing Pat Dobie, a two-time winner of the 3-Day Novel Contest and no stranger to the shortlist either. It was from talking to her that I became convinced I had to try the challenge myself this year.

If you’ve never heard of it before, the 3-Day Novel Contest is an international (anyone can register!) contest that takes place over Labour day long weekend (August 30-September 1). You can write about anything you want as long as the writing starts no sooner than 12:01 a.m. on August 30th and ends no later than 11:59 p.m. on September 1st (read the other rules here). Which means you have three days to write your heart out and see what comes out on the other side.

The thing that Pat said to me that really convinced me I had to do it was that it was “an exercise in getting out of your own way.” She said that there was no time to doubt yourself or hum or haw over plotlines and characters or edit as you go—you just keep going. As the site says:

[The contest] has become a unique contribution to world literary history and a put-your-keyboard-where-your-mouth-is rite of passage for hundreds of writers each year.

From what I’ve heard from other writers who have taken part in the challenge is that it’s an utter whirlwind of unleashed creativity and so, so much fun. Plus, even if you don't win, you get a little certificate to say that you completed it either way. Have I convinced you yet? I’m really trying to, because I’d love to gather a little community of writers doing the challenge this year and share in the experience with all of you!

If you’re interested, read up on the contest here, and make sure you register soon as the discounted early-bird deadline expires on July 31st. Then, shoot me a DM and I’ll invite you to our little 3-day community group!

You can also join the group if you’re interested in the contest but aren’t ready to commit to it yet, or are going to try it unofficially this year 😊 I hope to see you there!

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[the-lavender-clown]

In honor of both the @tmntseparatedaucompetition and my blog reaching 1000 followers I’m doing a DIYS contest!!

Promised to do a Shades of Purple DIYS once I reached 1K and it lined up wonderfully with the comp coming back around!! Makes for easy propaganda content for me ;3

THE RULES!!! There isn’t really any! You know the drill, draw this illustration in your style and feel free to take some artistic liberties with it!! Draw Donnie in all his turtley glory, change up their outfits, add in Jase or Jeremy even if you want!! Or Shelldon!! Have at it and have fun!! When you do make your entry please post it here (tho feel free to post it on any other social media as well, as long as it’s posted here on tumblr too) and tag me in it!!

The contest will go until September 1st! I will select 3 top winners!! All winners will get a print of the original illustration sent to them in the mail (or a file of it to print themselves if they are uncomfortable giving me their address) as well as a shout out post from me and their entries will be linked in my SOP master post!! Second place will receive an additional print of my redraw of the photo from the rottmnt movie. First place will get all of the above as well as a hand made SOP themed keychain and free sticker from my shop of their choosing!!

THIS IS SO EXCITING TO ME AND I HOPE YOU ALL WILL HAVE FUN WITH IT!! I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOUR ENTRIES!!!! 💜💜💜

The illustration without the words

[horsedylan]

A Better article about Dylan’s Baseball Roster.

The Columbine Gunman was a Fantasy Leaguer

April 1999

It is human nature to be curious. So we need not deny our morbid fascination with the events in Littleton, Colorado last week. The attraction is not voyeuristic, it is deeply rooted in shock and anger and fear. We seek information to somehow put a frame around the harsh reality, and in the end, find a way to protect ourselves and our loved ones. This essay is merely a reflection on that curiosity.

It is odd, and it is creepy.

The media reported that Columbine High School gunmen Dylan Klebold was an avid fantasy leaguer. In fact, he was allegedly quite good. Not much was made of this tidbit; it was a passing comment in most news reports and articles. But we, as members of this club some 4 million strong, have to stop and pause.

The Columbine Fantasy Baseball League (CFBL) entered its fourth year in 1999. Composed of 12 mixed league teams, the CFBL plays a points-based competition. Singles are one point, homers are five, pitch a perfect game and add 75 points to your bottom line. In concept, it’s similar to Steve Mann’s Front Office Baseball format, although the point totals are different.

Teams are scheduled head-to-head in a winner-take-all contest each week. The most points that week garners a win. The top weekly victors meet in a playoff series in September.

Active rosters are 14 at fixed positions. Add to that up to 9 reserves, which can be players at any position.

Dylan Klebold was good enough to finish in fourth place in each of 1997 and 1998. His team was 2-0 on April 20, 1999.

There is a certain psychological aspect to playing fantasy baseball that is rarely explored.

Why do we REALLY choose the teams that we do? Despite having the best information, we’ll often defy logic in selecting players. There is empirical evidence that certain draft strategies consistently work while others do not, yet we’ll often go astray in quest of one player.

Barry Bonds, $52.

When it comes down to it, our fantasy teams are a reflection of ourselves. The need to own a Barry Bonds at any cost is a reflection of our need to own the best. If we own the best, we must be the best.

For those who refuse to pay over $30 for a player, that too is a reflection. Perhaps it is our own personal aversion to risk-taking. Perhaps it is a defense response to having been burnt by that $40 player who spent the past summer on the DL.

How many fantasy leaguers drafted Moises Alou this year? Are you futurists? Speculators? Do you typically sacrifice uncertain todays for the chance at high-payoff tomorrows?

How many people drafted Todd Hollandsworth? Orel Hershiser? Doc Gooden? It’s been many years since any one of these players has been a productive fantasy property. Are their owners short on memory but long on hope?

Perhaps it’s like tea leaves. Or palmistry. You can scan anyone’s roster and likely reveal a little piece of the person behind the team.

This is the team that Dylan Klebold assembled during the CFBL’s early March draft:

Wohlers, Galarraga, and Alou. None will likely see a major league at bat or inning pitched in 1999. Moderate risk-takers might have taken one of this trio as a speculative pick, but Klebold took all three. For someone who allegedly knew he wouldn’t be around in October, perhaps these were throwaway picks.

A scan of this offense shows a team that would likely have a strong batting average, but there is an odd dearth of power. Power has an almost universal allure, and is a vital commodity in a points-based league. In his 12-team mixed league, there should have been a wealth of HR sources, yet on this team, only Chipper Jones has a reasonable chance to hit 30 HRs.

In the CFBL, you must have four starting pitchers and two relievers active at any time. The Border Hoppers have a strong staff, but with only two pitching reserves – one of them Wohlers – there’s little room for mistake, or injury.

Not one Colorado Rockie in sight. In fact, his 1998 team roster was devoid of locals as well. A reflection of his hate for Denver?

Is it possible that Dylan Klebold was, unbeknownst to his fellow GMs, silently throwing his season?

Two days after the draft, the Border Hoppers released Andres Galarraga. A week later they signed Russ Davis and George Lombard. A week before Opening Day, Klebold dropped J.T. Snow and signed Mariners pitcher Freddy Garcia. On April 11, he placed Rolando Arrojo on reserve and activated Garcia. That was the final move for the Border Hoppers.

In the CFBL, transactions can be made every day, and rarely a day goes by when some team isn’t making a move. On April 19, the Salty Squirts picked up Jose Mesa. Then the trannie wire went quiet.

For four days.

On Saturday, April 24, the CFBL awoke from its solemn still with a flurry of moves. Two days later, the Border Hoppers, sans manager, lost their first game of the year.

While the rest of the world agonizes about what could have triggered the massacre in Littleton, a group of 11 high schoolers continues to play out the game.

And in the end, the fantasy baseball season moves on.

In Littleton, Colorado, perhaps it is the only reality left to take refuge in.

(The last remains of this article I can find are here; bless you miss e-c.)

Some additional tidbits of info;

- Dylan wanted Chris Hooker to hand over Mark McGwire, but had no luck.

- This is the same Chris Hooker who wanted to convince Dylan to join the Navy, to which Dylan responded “Who cares about Kosovo, that’s their problem”.

- He lost out on Roger Clemens for a second year which sparked a playful rant.

- He semi jokingly offered to tutor Chad Laughlin for his final math exam, in exchange for not having to pay the $30 entrance fee to the league.

- Dylan and his brother were very fond of the baseball movie “The Natural” and knew all the parts by heart.

- He had posters of Lou Gehrig, Roger Clemens, Randy Johnson on his wall.

[dee-the-red-witch]

Ok, I need ot own it. I'm not beating the 'rapidly approaching 5k' allegations.

And I promised myself I'd run this when 4750 got passed. So....

IT'S GIVEAWAY TIME.

What's getting given away?

Books. One each of Saltbrook and House of Madness. Signed. I'll even do custom dedications on both. And yes. That means you're getting your hands on paperback copies before release date, even before public ordering is enabled. (MADNESS MAY BE A PROOF COPY, depending on timing, but it'll be a clean proof copy)

So. Yeah. Book giveaway. Now, we need some rules.

1. You enter by reblogging this post- and by being a follower at the end of the contest. Much as you want. Just don't fill my dash with 10 in a row, please?

2. USA winners only. Sorry, standard giveaway legal crap.

3. Contest ends when I break 5k followers or September 5th, 2024 at noon PDT, whichever comes LAST. Winner will be chosen by RNG from the reblog list on THIS ORIGINAL POST.

4. Giveaway blogs, pornbots, blank blogs and non-followers will be disqualified from winning, if I somehow don't catch and immediately block any of the first three when I see you follow.

There is only the one prize, so make sure you're following me and get to reblogging.

[mightyflamethrower]

A Florida legal group is demanding that the winner of the Miss North Florida 2025 pageant have her title restored after she refused to sign a contract with the Miss America Organization that states "female" includes biological males who have undergone sex change surgeries.

Kayleigh Bush was crowned Miss North Florida in August of 2024, but was stripped of the title in November over wording in the contract, which she said violated her religious beliefs, and also expressed concerns about Florida law.

Liberty Counsel said in a press release that the Miss Florida and Miss America organizations have refused to revise the contract twice, and noted that the Miss Florida competition begins on Wednesday.

Liberty Counsel had sent a letter demanding that Bush’s title be restored in April. The organization noted that the contract initially given to Bush incentivizes "child abuse in violation of Florida law," due to many Miss and Miss Teen contestants being minors.

"The specified Contract provision incentivizes the castration of minor boys. Thus, Kayleigh could not sign the Contract, and Miss Florida, Inc.’s demand that Kayleigh sign with this provision violates not only Kayleigh’s beliefs, but also Florida law and public policy," the letter stated.

The contract that was given to Bush states that an "Applicant must be a Female," which is defined as those born female or "an individual who has fully completed Sex Reassignment Surgery via Vaginoplasty (from male to female) with supporting medical documentation and records. Supporting medical documentation must be in the form of the certification attached, signed by the surgeon who performed the surgery and notarized, along with a copy of board certification and a current medical license. No alternative gender affirming surgery will suffice as acceptable in place of a Vaginoplasty."

Liberty Counsel wrote that Bush objected to the contract "in part because of her own religious, scientific, political and moral beliefs that sex is immutable; that individuals are born and remain either male or female; that the word 'Female' indeed 'means a born female;' and that it is offensive to Female dignity to require Females to compete against males claiming to be the opposite sex"

"Aside from these entirely legitimate objections, Kayleigh’s strongest objection is to how this Contract’s false additional definition of 'Female' incentivizes and promotes grievous harm to the health and safety of minor boys."

The legal group said that female beauty pageants count as speech protected under the First Amendment, and noted that contracts governed by Florida law must be consistent with laws in the state, and the current contract Bush rejected "contradicts Florida’s legal definition of 'Sex' as 'the classification of a person as either male or female based on the organization of the human body of such person for a specific reproductive role, as indicated by the person’s sex chromosomes, naturally occurring sex hormones, and internal and external genitalia present at birth.'"

The group also noted that Bush had entered into an oral agreement after winning her title that was enforceable by law in the state.

"Kayleigh invested time, money and effort in participating in the pageant process, based on the truthful, natural, normal and usual definition of 'Female' that she and every other person understands… Thereafter, on September 1, 2024, Miss Florida, Inc. presented Kayleigh with un-bargained-for and novel terms in the Contract."

Bush said in a statement, "Early last August I was crowned 2025 Miss North Florida — a title I worked hard for, prayed over, and earned under the clear understanding that this was a pageant for women. The rules were clear: you had to be a female to compete. That’s what was written on the website, and that was confirmed before entering. Four weeks later, everything changed."

"I was handed a new contract, a contract that was revised AFTER I was crowned. That contract redefined “female” to include individuals who are biologically male but have undergone medical mutilating surgery. That was not the agreement when I stepped onto that stage. That was not the standard I — or any of the other young women — signed up for. I was told to sign it, or step down. And I couldn’t sign it. Not because I don’t have compassion, but because I have conviction. No crown is worth a child’s safety. I believe the healthy bodies of children matter. I believe that women’s spaces — and women’s competitions — matter. I believe that biology is real, and that redefining what it means to be a woman after the fact isn’t just unfair — it’s dishonest."

She later added,

"I want to be clear: I didn’t lose my crown because I broke a rule. I lost it because I wouldn’t rewrite the truth to keep it. To the young women watching: stand firm in what you believe. Your dignity is not up for negotiation. To the organizations redefining womanhood: we see you. And we’re not afraid to speak up. To those who’ve supported me — thank you. Your prayers, your messages, and your voices have meant the world. I may no longer hold the Miss North Florida title, but I haven’t lost my voice. And I will continue to use it — not in anger, but in truth, grace, and courage."

[team-avia]

Calling all artists, editors, and writers~!

Join us on a whimsical journey through Novit with My Hunted Darling's Devilish Delights Contest! Let your imagination run wild, and maybe, just maybe, you'll get a chance to win a pretty golden ticket to Novit for your troubles ;)

Much time has passed, and humans haven't been spotted on this side of the cross-dimensional pond in a while… but the barrier between worlds has gone fickle, as such, you can now explore these uncharted lands yourself! That's right, you can be a part of this new world we're building!

Here's all the details:

"Devilish Tea Party"

will be the running theme! Draw, write, or edit any of My Hunted Darling's womb-achingly gorgeous vampires using this prompt and use the hashtags #mhd, #my hunted darling, and #mhd devilish delights 2024 when sharing your works online! Be sure to tag us at @team-avia to make sure we see it!

The prizes are as follows:

1ST PLACE = You or your original character can be an interactable NPC in the world of MHD! 2ND PLACE = You or your original character can be featured in one of the backgrounds! 3RD PLACE = Your work will be displayed in one of the backgrounds and the game's gallery!

All of the winner's artworks will be featured in the Gallery, you'll be able to decide how players can go about unlocking your respective artworks!

Additionally, WINNERS ALL GET EARLY ACCESS TO THE DEMO!!

The competition will last from September 22nd to October 22nd, we at Team Avia will personally look through every creation and pick out the candidates! You, the audience, can vote on your favorite creation as soon as they're chosen!

[cheydlerarts]

OC x Canon Instagram art contest ~✧

Thank you all for the love and support!! I've been in the creepypasta fandom for a decade now, and ever since I "officially" came back a year ago, I've been welcomed with open arms and it feels like im back in the 2010's again in the best way 😭🖤

RULES !!: - Draw your oc x canon creepypasta ship! Self inserts are allowed and encouraged! - NO AI !! - NO tracing! (free to use bases are fine) - No NSFW! - Tag your entry as #creepypasta and #ocxcanon - Tag and @ me so I can see your entry! - You can use other's ocs, as long as you get their permission ! - You can treat this as a DTIYS if you want (this will not effect your score) - If you use my oc Chev, pls also tag it #chevonnerojas and #chainbridgecrawler 👉👈

PRIZES !!: - 1st place: Fully rendered drawing, up to 3 characters - 2nd place: Clean sketch, toon shaded drawing, up to 2 characters - 3rd place: Flat colored sketch, up to 2 characters

Winners will be picked September 27th! (will be extended if need be)

All entries will be added to a highlight!

I mainly wanted to host this contest because too many people these days are too afraid to be "cringe". A lot of people DM me asking how I have the courage to ship my oc with canon characters, and I always tell them that I don't care what people think about my harmless drawings! I just post em, and people seem to like them 🖤

There are so much more supporters than haters out there, and you'd be surprised by how much support you'd get by posting oc x canon! Including me! I LOVE when people ship their ocs or themselves with fictional characters! It makes me happy c:

I honestly think it's cringe when people hate on these things. As long as the ships are appropriately aged and not problematic, literally who gives a fuck? I think YOU should go outside and touch grass, weirdo.

[bogkeep]

something i drew for an art contest back in september - the challenge was to use only the pens and markers they sent you. it was fun to strategize and figure out what to use how and where!

the winners and all the entries are here

[sea-wolf-coast-to-coast]

10,261 total entries were submitted in 2024!

This includes all entries that were submitted via the Google Form, including late entries (and excluding duplicate entries).

Which brings us to 60,917 total recorded entries since we began this challenge in 2017! And, we have 131 volunteer artists in 2024!! Which means that there are 131 prize-winners!

Please check you email to see if you've won a prize!

Winners have until October 30th to respond to their artists via email and claim their prize.

If the artist hasn't heard from their winner by October 30th then sadly that winner will forfeit their prize and I'll choose a different winner for that artist.

A breakdown of the stats are below the cut ~

Want to see all public entries? Here’s a link to the Master Spreadsheet. This omits entries that people requested to keep private between them and I.

Total Participation Year to Year:

Prompt Breakdown by Week:

Submissions by Platform:

About Prizes!

Winners were selected via a random raffle dice roll and span all online writing platforms, including Tumblr, Ao3, Google Docs, and others (like Twitter). This writing challenge is not a contest - no one’s work was being judged for length, skill, etc. The prizes are based on participation only! The more entries that you wrote and submitted within its 24-hour deadline, the higher your chance of winning a prize.

Again, please check your email (and backup email if you have one) to see if you've won!

Congrats to everyone who took the time to write even one entry during this challenge!

It's not easy, but you did it! You pushed yourself and began to break the ties of perfectionism in your creative writing process. Well done! 👏👏👏

See you next September for FFxivWrite2025!

[submissiveebrat]

When you're a star, they let you do it. You can do anything." He adds seconds later: "Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything." — Trump in a previously unreleased recording made by "Access Hollywood" in 2005, published Friday by The Washington Post and NBC News

"If Hillary Clinton can't satisfy her husband what makes her think she can satisfy America #MakeAmericaGreatAgain." — Trump tweeted in April 2015. He later deleted the post.

"It must be a pretty picture, you dropping to your knees." — Trump to a female contestant in 2013 on an episode of "Celebrity Apprentice."

"Did Crooked Hillary help disgusting (check out sex tape and past) Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the debate?" — Trump tweeted in September 2016. He was referring to former Miss Universe winner Alicia Machado, whom he publicly shamed for gaining weight when he owned the contest

"It's certainly not groundbreaking news that the early victories by the women on 'The Apprentice' were, to a very large extent, dependent on their sex appeal." — Trump wrote in his 2004 book, "How To Get Rich."

"All of the women on 'The Apprentice' flirted with me — consciously or unconsciously. That's to be expected. A sexual dynamic is always present between people, unless you are asexual." — Trump, also from "How To Get Rich."

"You could see there was blood coming out of her eyes. Blood coming out of her wherever." — Trump in an interview with CNN in August 2015, referring to Fox News Channel anchor Megyn Kelly.

"Look at that face! Would anyone vote for that? Can you imagine that, the face of our next president? I mean, she's a woman, and I'm not s'posedta say bad things, but really, folks, come on. Are we serious?" — Trump in a September 2015 interview with Rolling Stone, speaking about then-primary rival Carly Fiorina.

"It doesn't really matter what (the media) write as long as you've got a young and beautiful piece of ass." — Trump in an interview with Esquire Magazine in 1991.

"A person who's flat-chested is very hard to be a 10, OK?" — Trump in an interview with shock jock Howard Stern in September 2005.

"I saw a woman who was totally beautiful. She was angry that so many men were calling her. 'How dare they call me! It's terrible! They're all looking at my breasts.' So she had a major breast reduction. The good news: Nobody calls her anymore — nobody even looks — and not only that, it was a terrible job." — Trump to Stern in 2008.

Congratulations America, this is who is now president AGAIN. A misogynist, sexist, vile pig. Good Job. 👏👏

[srbachchan]

DAY 6061

Jalsa, Mumbai Sept 21, 2024/Sept 22 Sat/Sun 8:25 am

🪔 ,

September 22 .. birthday greetings to Ef Dharmik Kakadiya from Gujarat .. 🙏🏻❤️🚩

September 21 .. birthday greetings to Ef Subhash Kaura .. 🙏🏻❤️🚩...

and my love and greetings as also the wishes from the glorious Ef 🌹

देर रात तक काम किया ; नींद लगी तो जल्द सो गया ,

मद्य रात फिर याद आया, अरे ब्लॉग लिखना तो भूल गया ;

हढ़ भढ़ा के उठ खड़ा हुआ , तुकबंदी करने बैठ गया ;

लगा

कुछ कविता रूपी लिखूँगा, तो शायद Ef क्षमा भी करदेगा ...

... and then, as is but natural, the thoughts ran to dear Babuji and his words sprung up upon me , titled :

कविता और कविता

चालीस बरस पहले एक कविता पढ़ी थी ;

आज उसे फिर पढ़ता हूँ ,

लगता है पहली बार पढ़ रहा हूँ ।

चालीस दिन पहले एक कविता पढ़ी थी ;

आज उसे फिर पढ़ता हूँ ,

लगता है पुराना अख़बार पढ़ रहा हूँ ।

.. and the embarrassment of having put some words in rhythm above 👆🏼 , and the impressions of Babuji's words resound , that they resemble reading an old news paper ...

No, never compare yourself to genius ; compare your own worth and absorb their genius ..

Work and its absorption comes from the audience that comes to the show and gives their unstinted time and energy to enhance the proceedings .. it is they that make the show .. they applaud , they laugh , they acknowledge the winner , they smile and give credit when due and above all they assist in the winnings of the contestant when ever he or she seeks the 'audience poll ' ..

My extreme love and admiration for them, and even though the event is over, I do go around and give an opportunity to take personal pictures with them , to talk at times, to meet the elderly that make an effort to come , and to accept the hand made gifts that many bring ..

.. the young smiling faces ..

.. the little personal conversation ..

.. their laughter in admiration ..

.. the middle aged and the elderly ..

... an old acquaintance , now weak but full of love and remembrance ..

.. and the respect for the wheel chaired .. immobile through illness but mobile by the desire to be a part of the audience ..

Only respect for them all as I depart, with the lasting memories .. and the wave of gratitude for their love ..

My love in closing and may the day bring happiness ..

Amitabh Bachchan

nt to forget the hand made gifts that they so generously present :

.. a chartered accountant but makes tea and turmeric ,haldi, powder organically .. at home .. I bring it along and shall use them .. 😀

they shall remain in my cells that protect memory ..

🙏

O ! dear and then .. the contestant wishes to ask questions instead of me asking them .. and they put up pictures of mine and ask what were you doing ..???? in them

errr .. jumping off a cliff , about 20-30 feet , no harness in those days, and the expression saying it all - "wonder how many bones I shall be breaking on landing"

the mike and the signboard - stage shows 1983 on a World tour , the first to have started this , and the one in the prestigious Madison Square Garden, New York and the signage informing its on tonight

that green background is the green for camera VFX .. and fooling around on set as the music plays , recorded by my dear musical duo Rohan-Vinayak .. 🤣

.. err either its a yawn or pointing to the fractured toe and the reason why I wear sneakers on set .. 😳

ENOUGH ..

AB 🌺

[midnight-mourning]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Or at least, happy spookvember! Unfortunately couldn't get this out on time like I wanted, BUT it's here now (or will be soon). I figured since the poll I made back at the end of September was so close, I'd just give you guys a bonus of a Halloween thing for funsies. So, if you haven't guessed it already:

click the read more please

YOU'RE GETTING ANOTHER ONESHOT!

in 24 hours, or less.

Let me explain

So, the promptober ended up being MUCH longer than I anticipated, and I think with how much that happened, y'all need to sit and digest it before i hit you smack in the face with another one. I also need time to write it and it's gonna end up being worked on today and tomorrow both. By the time you see this I will be back at it.

BUT KNOW THIS, it's on it's way, and it picks up right off where we left off in the promptober. It's going to be a much more light-hearted read as well.

So, KEEP THIS POST SAVED, as I'll update it with the one-shot once it's finished, as well as an ao3 link. I'll also post an update with the link so you'll hopefully be notified once it's here. SO, hope you enjoyed the first part, and be on the lookout for part two soon :)

IF YOURE SEEING THIS AND YOU HAVEN'T READ THIS STORY FIRST. DO SO. It's basically the set up for this one.

Okay, here's your story, hope you enjoy! Ended up being much longer than I anticipated but she's fun.

Borrowed Time

Word count: 5511

🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃

"Hurry up! We're gonna be late!" You hear your sister call from outside your room. 

You adjust your shirt collar once more, and double check the green paint covering any and all exposed skin on your body hasn't smeared. Though, you doubt it. Lisa made sure to completely cover you. Be that because she wanted your costume to look nice or simply because it was a ploy to make you miserable, who's to say?

You turn around, facing your brother who's sitting up on the bed, still looking very cute in his pumpkin costume. 

Your sister bursts into the room, "Let's goooo." She moans, marching over to you and starting to shove you towards the door with gloved hands.

"Hey, hey cool it Frankenstein. There's a baby on the bed that has to come with us."

You can't see her eyes through the goggles she's wearing, but her frown tells you she's not pleased. 

You turn to face her fully, "Lisa. We can't leave Gabe at home."

She groans, and starts trudging out of your room, "Fineeee, but hurry uuupp."

"Okaaayyyy," You say, and put your focus on your little brother. 

You put your hands on your hips, "Alright Gabriel, ready to go?"

He sneezes. 

"Good enough for me," You nod, scooping him up and heading downstairs. 

Your neighborhood was filled with people in their 60s or older, all retired types and the likes, with a few families with kids Lisa's age here and there. Meaning it was a gold mine for candy. You make your usual lap around the block, Lisa guiding you as you pull Gabe along in his wagon. 

As you return to your house, Lisa's bucket and the wagon having collected a good bit of candy, you reach down and snatch up a chocolate bar, snacking on it.

You decide you have to mess with her at least a little bit, "You sure you still want to go to the Plex? This is quite the haul, you know."

"Yes! You promised!"

You laugh, ruffling her already crazed hair, "Just making sure. Go dump your candy on the table while I strap Gabe in, yeah?"

She rushes off, and while you're putting your brother in the car and loading up the wagon your phone buzzes. 

It's Abby, 'Hey! You going to make it to the party tonight?

Gonna be super spooky~ :)

And there's a costume contest! Winner gets a sweet prize'

You text back as you start up your car, Lisa rushing back out the door to get in, 'I'll stop by for a bit, team's making me, but Lisa's foaming at the mouth to trick or treat this year and that's my priority'

'Yeah that'd be mine too if I was dealing with her

Thankfully mom and dad have Jack and I don't'

You walk up to your porch, double checking you left the candy bowl out and lock your front door.

'If I have to take a guess, she'll be exhausted by nine and I can drop 'em both off in the Daycare for a bit

but not for long, I wanna be in bed by 11 tonight'

'What are you, 30?'

You get in your car, ignoring Lisa's whining to get a move on, 'Hahahahahaha no.

Just slept bad during my nap earlier'

You pull out, heading to the Pizza Plex. When you arrived, the place is packed, you just manage to grab a parking spot. As soon as she's out of the car Lisa is heading for the entrance, and you have grab her so you can get Gabe out and situated in his wagon. 

Upon entering, you're actually quite impressed. You'd seen some staff setting up over the past few days, but now that all the decorations were up it really added to the wow factor. People milled about from place to place, all dressed up, and Halloween music played from speakers all across the atrium. 

You look down to your sister, "Alright, where do you wanna start first-aaand she's gone. Dang it, Lisa."

After a quick search you spy her at one of the many tables and booths set up. You give her a brief scolding but then continue on with your evening. 

By seven you're the one that's exhausted, you're pretty sure you've hit every spot once if not twice. Except for one, that is. 

You'd been saving the Daycare because it's where you'd wanted to end, but now you had no choice, Lisa had quite literally visited every trick or treating spot already, and played most of the carnival games. 

The doors are open, and inside you see kids running about playing games and such. Tending to a long line of trick or treaters is Mia and one of the other helpers. She's dressed as a werewolf, while the other helper-Carter maybe?-is dressed as a ghoul.

The former greets you as you approach, "Hey! Good to see you! Love your costume."

"Thank you, I made it for them," Lisa speaks for you, chest puffing with pride. 

Mia drops some candy into her bucket, "Well of course! Excellent work, Dr. Frankenstein. There's more candy and goodies inside if you'd like to take a peek."

Your sister turns to you, eyes wide. You nod, and she's rushing in, almost knocking over Carter in the process. 

You cringe as you watch after her, her maniacal laughter echoing in her wake. 

"Sorry about her," You say as you step to the side, pulling Gabe's wagon up to beside you.

Mia waves her hand, "No worries, but look at this cutie here!" She bends down to Gabe's level, "Hello Gabriel! You look very handsome this evening."

He giggles as she continues to fawn over him. In the meantime, you scan through the Daycare, looking for the bot you're pretty sure was the subject of your crazy dream earlier. 

He shows himself for you, suddenly appearing on the ground in front of a group of kids, who shriek from fear and delight. He raises to his full height slowly, using his cape to cover part of his face. 

His cape bursts open and he poses, hands up and fingers clawed. It causes the little group to scatter, laughing as they run away. 

As he straightens again, he suddenly pauses for a moment, his focus turning to you. His rays spin once or twice and you smirk, waving. 

Another pause, then, one hand to his chest, he bows low. Your phone buzzes as he rises again. 

'We need to talk.'

You frown, but then shake it off, 'Can't even compliment my costume first? Lisa spent like three hours getting me this green'

'It's, fine. Perhaps a bit tacky, but fine'

You have to hide your gasp as you look up to him, he's now busy with several kids,  'You know, there's a particular emoji I want to send you right now, but I won't because at least one of us has class

I hope that glitter glue stains your faceplate'

'You're simply jealous I look better than you, it sounds like'

You grit your teeth, 'When and where?'

'Ball pit. As soon as possible, preferably'

You glance back to see Mia still messing with Gabe, they're playing peek a boo.

"Hey, this is a weird ask, but could you watch Gabe for me for a second? I uh, need to go check on Lisa."

She gives you a thumb's up and a grin, "Of course! Here Gabe, you wanna help me pass out candy?"

With that taken care of, you head off into the chaos of the Daycare. 

Dodging running kids, you do spy your sister among them, viciously trying to win a game with donuts on a string. Her snapping teeth and general, aggressive, energy does make you question for a moment how much sugar she's had already.

You shrug it off, she's probably fine.

Another group of kids running giggling from Sun by the ball pit, but his demeanor shifts as soon as he sees you. Standing tall, maybe even irritated. 

"Well? What's so important it can't wait until say, tomorrow?"

Sun's hands smooth out his shirt, "Something's going on with Fazerblast."

"Yeah, trust me I'm well aware," You scoff and shake your head, "Been working on it for days with no luck, why do you care?"

His eyes narrow, "Because it's an opportunity, Bright Eyes. Surely you see that."

"Opportunity? For what-Oh no. No, no, no, you are not doing this to me tonight."

He clasps his hands together, bending so you're eye to eye, "When would you like me to remind you then, Sunshine? When the attraction and, surrounding areas, are functional again and we're able to do nothing?"

You're mad. Because you know he's right. You hate it when he's right. Much less admit to it. 

The glitches that've been occurring have been, concerning, to say the least. The map bots have been going haywire after using the charging stations, the music that plays throughout becoming warped, distorted. Certain walls and such shifting randomly, in some cases trapping kids in boxed out sections, to the concern of angry parents. 

Not to mention that the guns have also been malfunctioning, misfiring and in some cases, shocking participants when fired. Both the wielder and their target, which should not be happening. And that’s on top of the power outages.

Sun leans closer, voice low, "I believe you are as aware as I regarding a certain, threat, looming in this building. Surely you don't doubt that they may see tonight as as much an opportunity, right?"

You feel your eyes widen a tinge, "You think, you know who, is behind it? Why?"

"It's not her typical method, but it's the only logical conclusion I can come to," His rays spin, "And I'd rather interfere now before it grows worse."

"Mister Sun! What are you two talking 'bout?"

You both jump, looking down and seeing a couple curious kids.

Sun goes into action immediately, taking your hand and spinning you into a dip, "I'm persuading them to join my legion of the undead for all eternity, and if you aren't careful, I'll get you too!"

That does the trick, they run off giggling and chattering. You're still in his arms when you speak up.

"What was that."

He seems to realize he's still holding you, setting you upright and brushing his hands off on his pants, "Acting. Try not to think too hard on it, wouldn't want to damage that brain you're borrowing."

You scoff, "Ha ha. Anyway, since when do you care about other people? I don't see how you're set to gain anything from figuring this out."

"It's not 'people', that I'm worried about, Bright Eyes. Freddy is supposed to be hosting a game of laser tag later tonight and I fear-" He stops himself, looking away. 

You're surprised, but stick to just a simple tease, "Aw, you care about your friends, how sweet. Fine, I'm in. But you better have a strategy for getting out of here without being noticed."

"I think the opportunity may present itself sooner than anticipated," You see he's looking behind you.

The kids from before are back, and have brought many friends, garnering a small crowd. You spot Lisa among them, hands on her hips and angry pout on her lips. 

She takes charge, pointing, "Hey! The only one that gets to boss them around is me."

Once again, you don't get to react. 

Sun laughs darkly, shifting to stand behind you and taking you by the shoulders. He bends so his head is by your ear, taking surprising care to ensure you don't get poked by his rays. 

You glance up and see the wire lower from the ceiling slowly, "I'm afraid you're too late, Dr. They've fallen into my clutches and I won't be letting go so easily. They're mine now, and I'll be whisking them away to live in my castle, forever!"

Suddenly, you're in the air, Sun holding you firmly around the waist to ensure you don't fall. 

"But, as compensation for your loss," He opens his cloak and candy falls to the ground where you'd been standing, "Please accept this gracious exchange."

To your sister's credit, she seems to considered the offer for a moment before, "I suppose this suffices, very well," And she has the audacity to wave her hand.

Your mouth is agape in shock as you're carried over to the balcony outside the Daycare Attendant's room, "Lisa!"

"He had skittles! That's too good to pass up!" She shouts back, already digging through the candy with the other kids.

Sun sets you both down on the balcony shortly thereafter, and ushers you inside.

"And what was that?" You look up to him, only for his hands to cover your eyes.

"Still acting~ Now, no peeking. I don't need you invading my privacy."

"But you're the one who brought me up here!" You protest. No fair. You didn't even get a single glance around the room.

He scoffs lightly, "Semantics, Sunbeam. Start walking."

If you were in a worse mood you'd have ignore the demand. But, you want to get this over with as quick as possible. You feel bad just leaving your siblings in the care of the helpers without any notice, and you'd also like to actually enjoy Halloween a bit instead of doing what you do every day. 

You hear a door open and shut, and the hands are removed. It's still dark however, and turning you see the other Attendant is standing behind you.

"How do you manage to completely change your outfit?" You nod to the lack of shirt and cloak. 

His faceplate spins, "Trade secret."

"Fair enough, how's your Halloween going? Besides this I mean," You start walking down the hall to the theater, where you hear a Halloween movie playing.

He walks beside you, passing out a candy or two to the kids who notice you pass, "Delightful. I rather enjoy holidays when they're open to the public. Thought a day off is nice every so often."

"Tell me about it, I'm glad we decided to take a half-day today."

You reach the door and Moon bids you farewell, "Good luck, and try not to be too hasty, Icarus."

"No promises," You wink and start to walk out of the theater, only to pause and spin around to watch the transformation but, "Oh come on! That was way too quick."

Sun adjust the collar of his shirt, "You have better things to be worrying about, let's get going now, hm?"

"Yeah, yeah, you don't have to tell me twice."

You set off, walking through the busy Plex to Fazerblast. It's actually easier than you expected. No one questions why you and the Attendant are together, which is a nice change of pace from always being concerned about being caught. With the added factor and chaos of Halloween, it's no trouble, save for a few kids wanting pictures and candy. 

You run into Chica along the way, she's dressed up as Roxanne. While the chat is cheerful, it's also useful in confirming that yes, Freddy will be hosting a Halloween tournament in the next twenty minutes. It also confirms your fears. 

"I feel so bad for him! He's been practicing so much, even choosing to charge over there as opposed to his room the past few nights," Chica sighs, "And yet, he seems so tired, kind of out of it, you know? Not to mention his laser gun keeps causing problems..."

Sun and yourself share a glance but say nothing.

Chica waves her hand, "Well, don't let me keep you anymore, have fun you two!" She shoots a wink and a finger gun your wave and you look away, embarrassed.

As you walk off Sun questions it, "What was that about?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it," You shake your head, coughing, then notice how he's paused, optics dim, "What?"

His eyes brighten again, but his tone is grim, "Freddy's not responding over the FECN. And after discussing with the rabbit, he apparently hasn't for over an hour."

"I'm guessing that's not normal?" 

Sun shakes his head slowly.

You curse under your breath, "Come on, we're almost there and now we know we don't have any time to spare-"

Your hand is grabbed by someone, Abby you realize, "There you are! Come on, we just watched Pete dunk Jesse's head in the apple tank and now they're fighting."

"It was so funny, Bri's trying to break them up but I don't think it's going well," Savannah puts her hand on your shoulder, also guiding you along.

You glance back in time to see Sun get pat on the back by Liv as she follows after you three, grabbing the bot's arm, "You should join too! Come on!"

Your eyes meet Sun's and you think you share the same, slightly panicked look. You don't have time for the party. Knowing what you do about Freddy there's no telling what's going to happen at this tournament.

But you can't think of an excuse as an easy out and thus, you have no choice but to join in the festivities and look for a chance to escape in the meantime.

Thankfully, Sun seems to think the same way, not resisting as the two of you are paraded into the west arcade. 

The music's booming, people are chatting excitedly, and laughter is heard every so often. The decorations here are just are spooky as those throughout the Plex, cobwebs and bats and pumpkins hanging off railings and the ceiling and so on. 

Sure enough, you spy a soaking wet Jesse and Pete sitting across from each other by the stage. Tyler meanwhile, is chomping on an apple while leaning back against the stage, you see it’s one of several. He shoots you a ‘hang loose’ upon seeing you.

Bri is standing over the pair on the ground and appears to be scolding them. She perks up when she sees you arrive though.

"Well look what the cat dragged in!" She grins, giving you a brief hug, "And Sun! You look great!"

He mutters a quiet thank you as she continues to chat with him. Meanwhile you scan your surroundings for any kind of distraction to you get out of here.

"Looking for something?" Pete asks from below you, drawing you out of your worried thoughts. 

You glance down to him, "Just observing. What's the deal with you two and water?" You gesture between him and Jesse.

The later stops rubbing his hair with a pumpkin towel, "Pete thinks if he waterboards me it proves he's right."

"That is not true, you started it! He said my costume wasn't good," He looks to the other man on the ground, sneering "Which, by the way, yours is shit."

Jesse throws up his hands, half-dried cloth flailing in the air, "You're the one who picked it out for me, and did my makeup!"

They start bickering and Savannah comes up beside you again, shaking her head, "Ignore them, they're especially annoying tonight because they're both drinking."

"Not surprising."

She pats your shoulder, "Hey, I know it's a party and I really don't want to talk shop, but, I had a breakthrough with the trigger pins."

"Oh? I'm listening," You can't leave currently, might as well find a way to pass the time. 

"I snagged one of the faulty guns and just, took it apart to see what I could find, you know, quality engineer brain," She takes a sip of her drink, "And there's nothing wrong with it. The triggers are fine. It's a software issue, got to be."

Your eyes widen slightly, and it occurs to you what situation you might have on your hands here. 

Unfortunately, the lights cut before you can react. The emergency lights come on soon thereafter however, so the room's only in relative darkness. People seem slightly alarmed, but once someone boots up a generator and the music starts again, they settle. 

You hear a couple whistles behind you, and several compliments. 

"Woah! That transition was slick, and your costume looks great!"

A quiet, shy laugh, and, "Thank you, Officer Perry."

You turn, finding Moon standing in Sun's place. And, yet again, you've missed the change in costumes. Damn. 

But, you know a chance when it's put in front of you like this, and checking the time you see you've got a little under ten minutes. 

You walk over to the bot who's still getting many compliments and take his hand, looking up to him, "Come with me to get a drink."

He nods, and giving a wave to your friends, you head off. 

"I don't believe this is the time for beverages, Pandora."

When you get far enough away you stop, turning to him, "I know. Just needed an excuse. Hopefully they'll buy it." You realize you're still holding his hand and quickly let it go, mumbling an apology.

You notice he seems on edge.

"What's wrong now?" You're almost afraid to ask.

"Freddy has been, removed, from the FECN."

"But the last time something like that happened-" You stop, swallowing your fear, "How fast can you get down there?"

Moon chuckles, "Depends on how much you trust me, Diana. And how strong your grip is."

You find out what he means as you're rushing through the rafters and the halls and over balconies to get to the laser tag area. You hold on for dear life, only able to hear the whooshing of air as Moon carries you.

"You're quicker than I thought!" You say over the noise.

You feel his chuckle more than hear it, "Is that a compliment?"

"You can take it as one, how's that?" You squeak and huddle closer to him when you drop from one railing to another.

"Still bitter about my costume change?"

You take the provided distraction, "You're hiding a modern engineering feat from me on purpose. That's cruel. Something I'd expect Sun to do to me, not you, Moon-man."

"You think so highly of me," He beams, "I'll keep that in mind for future use."

The conversation helps ease you a little. You don't think he would drop you, intentionally or unintentionally, but his secure hold along with teasing words offers you a bit of comfort as you worry over what you'll find once you arrive at Fazerblast. 

When you arrive in the staff hallway, it's as dark as anywhere else, only emergency lights being the way to see. It's enough, however, for Sun to reappear. 

"Still no sign of him?" You ask as you walk over to the door. 

You hear a click or two, "No, not yet-"

Suddenly, before you can get out your keycard you're pressed back into the door, Sun's body covering yours as he uses a hand to shield you. 

"What?"

His tone is low, pointed, "We're not alone."

You peek through the gap between his other arm and the wall. Sure enough, under one of the red lights down the hall, there stands a figure. You think it must be Rabbit Lady. Though, she looks different. 

Covered in shadow, it's hard to make out her features, but her build looks much bulkier than usual. More like Bonnie. It's decrepit as well.

Gaps in her costume that look like they've been torn away, small strands of something poking out at odd angles in spots. Her eyes are two small, purple pupils which stare you down. 

A sound from the opposite end of the hall, you both turn to see another shadowed individual standing at the edge of the light. This one, you don't know who, or what they are. Also bulky, but more human in stature. One of their hands is a giant claw though, and their pigtails look like they're made of thick cables and not hair. Their pupils are green.

There's a smell of smoke in the air. But it's, faded.

"Unlock the door," Sun mutters.

 You nod shakily and fumble in your pocket for the keycard. No movement from anyone. You slowly start to raise the keycard by your side.

There's a noise from down the hall. Rabbit lady-that has to her right? what who else could it be?-has taken a step forward. A sound from the other side of the hall. Pigtails has also taken a step.

In a moment's hesitation, you drop your keys and they clatter to the floor. 

"Shit-"

Both figures start rushing towards you and you fumble to snatch up your keys in time. Just as you grab them Sun takes hold of you to shelter you. You hear both of them rush closer and realize it's too late.

You squeeze your eyes shut when there's a loud noise of something booting up. Opening your eyes, you find the lights are back on, and the figures are gone. Like they were never there in the first place. Like,

"Ghosts..." You whisper. 

Sum murmurs in agreement at first, then shakes his head.

"Ghosts aren't real." He states, releasing you.

"Okay then how do you explain that?" You motion to how the hallway is completely empty save for the two of you.

His rays click, "I can't. But we don't have time for this, hurry now, before it's too late."

You huff, but nod, unlocking the door and rushing inside. 

Fazerblast is up and running, and you spy everyone gathered around in the center of the arena. The contest hasn’t started yet. More importantly you spy,

"Freddy!" You rush over, Sun in tow. 

He turns to face you both, zombie costume doing nothing to hide his friendly demeanor, "Hello Y/N! Hello Sun! What are you both doing here? Have you come to join laser tag?"

"I, you, you're okay?" You're slightly out of breath, and confused. Very confused. 

His brows furrow, "Well of course, should I not be?"

"Friend, you're not on the FECN," Sun steps forward and puts his hand on the shorter bot's shoulder, "No one could contact you, we were all so worried!"

Freddy's eyes widen, "Ah, I forgot! Lizzy removed my access for the time being to save my battery for the competition! It will be restored once it is over."

You feel a bit relieved, and you can tell by how Sun's posture relaxes he does too. But still, you need clarification.

"Chica said you haven't been yourself lately, would that be why?"

The bear looks down, hand coming up to scratch his neck, "I... have not been charging properly the past few days due to improper power flow to the charging station. I was so focused on preparing that I did not realize I wasn't getting enough rest until they informed me of the issue. I am sorry for making you all worry."

"No trouble at all, Friend!" Sun steps back to stand beside you, "We're just glad you're alright!"

Sometimes you forget how nice he can be. Your eyes a squint as he puts a hand on your shoulder. But then you snap out of it and shake your head, turning back to the bear in front of you.

"So wait, would that be what caused the issues with the staff bots? Just faulty charging stations?" The fact that it's not related to the previous issues, that it's not even a glitch, has you relieved.

"Not quite."

You turn, and see Lizzy standing there, holding something covered by a white cloth. Their hair is manic, and they're covered in cobwebs and grime from head to toe. You cringe, at least they're wearing coveralls. 

They approach, "Figured out the source of all our issues. Want to take a guess?"

"Have anything to do with that there?" You nod to the white sheet. 

"Oh yeah."

They remove the sheet, revealing a cage filled with-

"Mice?" You and Sun both question. 

Lizzy looks ready to lose their mind, "Yup. I know. Turns out, there's a crawlspace behind where all the machinery is for this place and these little guys," They lift the cage, "Decided to make it their home. Then when they got tired of that, they thought that the generators running Fazerblast would make for a great sub-division to their mousey-neighborhood. You have no idea the number of mice nests I've cleared out of there. Not to mention the number of wires I'm going to have to finish replacing that they chewed through."

"So, it's not related to the mechanics, or the software at all," You say in awe, "Just the power, and some mice."

"And some mice," Lizzy repeats, sighing, "So, so many mice."

You look up to Sun, he looks down to you.

"Huh." "Huh."

You're half out of it when you stumble back into the party upstairs. You brought the Attendant with you because, well you don't really know but you're both here now.

You find your friends in front of the stage, who greet you as you arrive. 

"Long time for a drink," Bri quips, "You get lost?"

You laugh weakly, "Something like that."

"You're just in time for the contest results!" Liv exclaims before turning back to the stage.

You sigh, leaning back onto the bot behind you, not caring if it bothers him, "Oh goody."

Sun huffs, but allows you to stay leaning against him while Abby gives her brief spiel on stage before announcing the runner ups and then the winners.

"And in second place, in a surprise entry, but with many votes, we have the Daycare Attendant! Congratulations, Sun!"

People start cheering and clapping and you stand straight, shocked.

"You're joking."

Abby speaks up again, "And in third place, with their killer Frankenstein's monster costume, Y/N!"

"You're joking."

Sun snickers quietly behind you as the two of you are ushered onto the stage beside your friend. You do your best to hide your complete and utter disbelief and frustration.

You're handed a sack of chocolate coins, you're too mad to pay attention to what Sun's prize is. His head is held high, waving and posing and it makes you want to throttle him.

Abby clears he throat, "But of course, we still have first place, which goes to, none other than the other Daycare Attendant, Moon!"

"What."

You bust out laughing, and continue to do so as the lights dim to only a few blue and purple ones remaining, allowing the Naptime Attendant to claim his prize. After the ups and downs of tonight, you'd consider this a pretty good way to end it.

"So," You pop another chocolate coin in your mouth, "You don't think those were ghosts?"

You're sitting on the floor of the Daycare, an hour or so later. Halloween night isn't over yet, but it's starting to wind down. A few straggling kids run through the Daycare here and there, and Mia and Carter are finishing out with the trick or treaters. 

Your sister is asleep, laying partly in your lap. Gabe is still awake, but his eyes are drooping as he plays blocks with Sun. 

The Attendant looks up from his task, scoffing, "Don't be ridiculous, of course they weren't."

"Okay, well we aren't in a panic situation anymore, so give me an explanation."

His rays spin, staring at you, then glances back down to your brother, "I don't have one."

"Ha!"

"Yet. There's a logical explanation to what we saw, I'm sure of it." He shakes his head a smidge, muttering, "There must be..."

You crumple the gold wrapper in your hand, flicking it so it hits square in the middle of his faceplate, "Well, we thought Rabbit Lady was causing the glitches, and it was just a couple of mice, so I guess anything is possible."

He nods. Then, reaches behind him, holding out two items stacked on top of each other. A folded up t-shirt, and a mug. The second and first place prizes for the costume contest, respectively.

"Here. These are useless to us. You should have them."

You're, incredibly surprised.

"I, wouldn't you want to give them to someone like Bri? Or maybe one of the kids?" Sure it was just silly prizes, but still. It's, kind of flattering? You don’t know how to feel, really.

Sun shakes his head, urging you to grab the items, "You're the only one that makes sense. Take them before I change my mind on the shirt."

"Okay, okay," You do, and after maneuvering around your sleeping sister, switch out your coat and undershirt for the orange t-shirt. It has print on it for 'Fazbear Frights'. You forgot that attraction even existed until you saw the shirt.

You finish putting it on and fix your hair, "Well?" 

Sun stares down at you, rays clicking. You raise a brow. 

"You know, I think it probably would look better on me."

You gasp, and he snickers, narrowly dodging your hand as you swat at him, before hitting him with more crumpled wrappers that were laying around, ignoring his complaints about needing to 'clean up'. 

All in all, not a bad Halloween. 

Maybe, just maybe, one of the best.

Maybe.

🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃

And there you have it, my written spooky month content is done! I have to finish my trick or treat asks, but that'll be it. Though, there is of course, the OTHER things on the spookvember schedule, wonder what they could possibly be referrring to?? 🤔🤔

Ah, you'll find out soon enough, thanks for reading!!

Also, before I go, THE GHOSTS ARE JUST GHOSTS AND HAVE NO DEEPER MEANING IN RELATION TO CONFUSED SPIRIT, they're just here to add to the suspense and the spookiness I promise

on another note totally DONT read into that pause from Sun

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I'm hosting a little competition for my followers where you can either write or draw something based on one of the prompts I'll give. There will be at least one winner for the drawing category and one winner for the writing category - though I might add more winners depending on the number of entries. (Or if there are very few entries, I might do at least a small doodle or micro fic for each participant - this is really just me wanting to give back to my followers, and if I had the energy, I'd be drawing everyone something! But that won't be feasible if I get enough entries 😅)

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Winners can either have me write something (something between 1000-1500 words) or draw something (a colored and shaded bust drawing). There are certain things I won't write or draw, but those can be discussed when the time comes.

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Must use at least one prompt from the list I'll provide (list the prompt(s) you used somewhere so I know for sure what it is)

Entries must be submitted (don't forget to tag me so I see your post) by September 1st! (As in, that is the last day you can submit entries to win. September 2nd onward, this contest will be closed.)

You can submit something to each category if you'd like, but I won't be doing double winners, so if you win one, you won't be winning the other.

Bonus:

If you draw or write something with one of my characters, you'll automatically get a small sketch or micro fic of your choice as a gift! I am absolutely not above bribing people to give my OCs attention.

If you'd like to draw one of my OCs, here are the permitted OCs for this contest:

Anyone from Boots' story

Stray Link or Crown Zelda

Anyone from the Midrule AU

My rules for drawing my characters can be found on the masterpost pinned to my page, but if you have any questions (about them or anything else), feel free to send me an ask!

Prompt list:

If you want to exchange a word for another synonym or something feel free, just stick to the spirit of the original prompt please!

Inside joke

"Promise me you won't get angry."

Dogpile

Carnival/fair

"That definitely looks... interesting."

Calm down

Pretend

Partner in crime

Debate

"That's not how that works."

Water/Lake/Ocean/Puddle/you get the idea

(Animal of your choice)

Grin

Cry

Color

Bedhead

Thank you to everyone who's following me, I can't wait to see what you do!

[teaandtoastandthyme]

Surprise Collaboration #2!

On #LockwoodMerch contest day, we received a surprise message from LitPins&Co. They wanted to collaborate with our fandom & give a winner a chance to have their idea produced. As Lockwood would say, we found the offer irresistible.

We shared the finalist list with LitPins, & they looked through it for items that were not only their favorites but also something they could feasibly produce. That led us to the final, surprise #LockwoodMerch winner: 27_zoyi_t with the Thinking Cloth Book Sleeve.

LitPins&Co will be working with Zoyi to bring her idea to life as part of their September product line launch. Thank you SO much, LitPins&Co, for this fabulous opportunity, and congratulations to Zoyi!

[katmaibearfan]

The Fat Bear Week Campaign Poster Contest countdown has begun!

Submissions will be accepted from September 16th to September 20th, and voting will be open from September 23rd to September 25th!

There is no cost to enter, and the winners will receive a prize and a feature on the relevant social media channels. Contest rules can be found via the countdown page, but i'll also link them here for ease of access.

now if you will excuse me, i have fat bears to draw!