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crazyk-imagine · 1 year ago

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Life Away from Home

Pairing: Dalton Lamber x Best friend!reader

Characters: Dalton Lamber, Best Friend!reader, Chris Winslow, Josh Lambert, Renai Lambert

Warnings: Fluff, angst due to demons, add on to the movie, reader and Dalton being cute, I've literally only seen this movie once and it's consumed me too much and I had to write this, the day I watched it, this idea came to mind, the possessed Dalton scene is what got me hooked on writing this, Josh and Renai are trying to make it work maybe not in a romantic way or maybe they are

Word Count: 4,294

A/N: Holy shit, I was not expecting this to be over 4,000 words.

I'm getting ready for spooky season

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"Jesus, Dalton. When did you get so much shit?" You ask, setting down another box beside the one his dad set down on his bed.

"When did you complain so much?"

You narrow your eyes to him before your lips stretch into a smile as he does the same. "Touche."

Josh glances between the two of you, seeing him and Renai when they first met.

"I'm gonna leave you two alone before our first week of hell starts."

Dalton tries to stop you and fails.

You're barely out of the room for five minutes when you get a phone call from him. "What happened?"

"The usual."

A heavy sigh slips past your lips, "Dally."

He shakes his head. “Can you just- can you come back up here?”

“I’m on my way, loser.”

“That was uncalled for.”

“But it got you to crack a smile.” He denies it with the widest smile on his face before hanging up.

“Is that you’re girlfriend?” He turns to face his soon to be ex-roommate, Chris. “No.”

She shrugs. “Maybe this is the year you do something about your crush.”

It was an okay start to this new part of your guy's life. Meeting Chris made things more fun, although Dalton would definitely disagree.

Ever since the school year started (two days ago) and Chris told you her schedule, you two hang out in her dorm for a bit while you wait for Dalton to finish up with his art class.

She likes you and definitely understands why he likes you so much.

Her little dance stops when knocking from the other side interrupts her and startles you.

Ever since you got here, things have been getting weird for Dalton which, as much as you don’t want to admit it, it scares you.

She opens the door, peeking through the crack to find the one person that makes your eyes shine. She smiles at you with the mouthpiece to her most prized possession (and the name is something you will never remember). "See? It's just your Dally man."

You narrow your eyes to her. "Shut up."

He glances between the two of you before taking a seat near you.

"Are you ready for my latest rendition of "don't go breaking my heart" with my trusty little sidekick?"

You roll your eyes and lean closer to him, "say no."

He shakes his head.

You smile and lean closer to him, bringing him some comfort after the night he's had. You know he won’t talk about it; you asked him after the first night but knowing he’s just going to keep it to himself until he can’t any longer, the least you can do is make him smile… and hold him.

Everything started spiraling worse after going to that stupid frat party.

You knew he didn’t want to go to it and that’s why you tried to get Chris to change her mind but there’s no stopping that girl when she’s on a mission.

“What if we just-”

She shakes her head, “no.”

You fall back onto Dalton’s bed, turning to face him as he works at his desk. “I tried. I’m sorry.” You don’t think he heard you, but you return your attention to Chris as babbles on about how the party is just what we need.

And it only spiraled into something worse and worse from there.

He hasn’t stopped working on that painting. Every time he returns to his room, there he is in that chair, paintbrush in hand.

“Dalton?” You call out to him.

His body is slumped, you don’t know how long it was that he stopped working on his art, but it couldn’t have been more than five minutes ago.

“Dally?” You push yourself off the bed and are about to place a hand on his shoulder, thinking if you gently shake him, it’ll wake him but a voice in the back of your head tells you not to. You pace back and forth behind him, “Okay, Dalton. One this is not funny. And two, I need you to wake up.”

You lift your hand up, biting the skin on the sides of your thumbs (something you haven’t done since you were a kid).

It’s too late for you to call Chris, it’s been dark for hours, but you can’t sleep knowing Dalton can’t sleep because the guilt of knowing you can sleep and he can’t, well, it'll make you feel like an asshole. And if he can’t sleep, then you shouldn’t.

But he tells you to and not to worry about him, which makes it really hard because how can you not worry about him.

You open your eyes and are startled as the door to his dorm shuts. “Dalton?”

He pushes himself out of the chair, shaking you. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? What the hell happened to you? You freaked me out. You were asleep one second and then-”

“I was up in Chris’ dorm.”

You blink once. “Huh?”

“I was- I just- I don’t know how to explain it.”

“I do. You’re on some sort of drug right now and you need to tell me where your stash is so I can either join you or flush them.”

“What?” He furrows his brows, “I’m not on- I don’t even know what’s going on. I just- all I know is that-“

A knock on the door causes you to leap into his arms.

You two take a step towards the door with his arm around your waist, keeping you close to him.

“I just woke up because of this,” Chris lifts up her favorite annoying thing.

You start to tear up but don’t know why. “I- oh my god.” You wipe your cheeks as the two talk.

They glance over at you, wondering if you were paying attention. They’re both alarmed at the sight of you crying.

You wave them off. “I’m fine.”

That was just the beginning of something bad coming your way.

You and Chris text each other periodically throughout the next few days, mainly her checking on you and you asking her what she’d found out regarding Dalton’s “condition”.

From her end, he needs sleep to which you completely agree with, but you also need to take care of yourself.

She doesn’t want anything to happen to you, you’re good for him and an amazing friend which is why it was exceedingly scary with you lying in front of her, looking as though you were dead.

She still doesn’t even know what happened even though she knows it has something to do with the spiritual world Dalton’s got himself mixed up in.

Before returning to his body, he sees the demon that's been haunting him for a little less than half his life (even if he doesn’t remember it now) hovering over your body.

You don’t know what happened during that time but you the only colors that come to mind whenever you think of it are red and black (something you’ve never told Dalton).

You moved into his dorm basically permanent after that night, followed by almost hourly texts from a certain upstairs dorm neighbor.

It’s been getting harder and harder to get Dalton to sleep when you can’t even do it yourself.

He sits at his desk and continues working on the painting that seems to be haunting him, something that makes you wish you could you more helpful to him but are unable to.

With everything that’s going on your kind of happy about the few classes you chose to take this year because napping throughout the day isn’t the most ideal thing for a normal college student, but it’s the only way you can keep up with Dalton. “You tired yet?”

“You asked me five minutes ago,” he mumbles, not fully taking his eyes off the painting.

“Fine. New question, have you talked to your mom or dad yet?”

“Why would I talk to them?”

“Uh, I don’t know because you’re going through astral projection moments without any proper or well-known guidance. Oh, and also your friend almost died because of some black and red thing.”

He pauses, his hand stills before he hurriedly tosses the paint brush onto the desk. “You saw it?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not,” you sigh.

“You are.”

“Maybe you’re just annoying.”

“I’m annoyed with a purpose. What- I mean, did you-”

“No, I just,” you throw the hood of his hoodie over your head.

“I think… maybe it’s from when you were in your coma.”

“Did you remember something?” He leans in closer.

“I just,” you glance up at him. “I feel like you should talk to your mom.”

He takes a deep breath. “No and you’re not going to win so just stop and leave it alone.”

Worst thing you could have ever done, listen to him.

You didn’t want to; you know, know you should have called her and asked her what she knows about this, but he kept assuring you that he’s got this and would ask his brother for information and that could only do so much.

Chris texted you earlier, asking if you could help her with one of her classes because you both have the same teacher, but you have the morning class, and she has the afternoon.

You decided that if he didn’t want help, he wasn’t going to get it.

The- “whole tough love routine, really?”

You furrow your brows, feeling offended and self conscious. “What?”

“Don’t what me. When has that routine ever helped someone?” She shrugs, “no, seriously. Tell me.”

You mimic her and return back to helping her study with the midterm getting closer and closer (Chris’ words, not yours).

“She finally gets it,” you say, happy to know you could help her where you could.

“Do you think he’s okay?”

She nods, stuffing her notebook back into her bag. “Yeah, why wouldn’t he?”

You bit the skin on the sides of your thumb, “I have a bad feeling.”

She glances back at you. “How bad?”

“I’m slowly getting more nauseous the longer I sit here.”

“Are you sure? I mean, what if you just-”

“Chris.”

She sighs, “fine. I’ll go check on your boyfriend and when I come back, telling you he’s doing just fine.”

The door slams open as she searches for something, mumbling to herself. After a few minutes, she’s found what she was looking for and turns around. She stares at you, her arms full of various lights in different shapes and sizes. "Are you coming with me or not?"

You grimace. This is too much for either of you to handle on your own. "Chris,” you hold her arm in place, “I have a bad feeling about this."

She nods; she gets it, but she also knows neither of you can leave him alone. "So do I but we can't leave him alone."

You hesitate.

“You can’t leave him alone.”

You nod, gulping down the saliva that built up in your mouth. "Okay."

You two practically run to Dalton's room.

You stand in the doorway and know something's not right but follow Chris, not feeling comfortable leaving her alone in here. You two sit on his bed, you work on untangling the lights while she tries to get them on.

She plugs it in once, you’re not as nauseous but are feeling more fear.

Another light is plugged in, and you pull your feet up from the floor. A third one and it’s suddenly colder?

"I'm not afraid of the dark anymore."

You furrow your brows, pausing your movements. "What?" A chill runs down your spine. "Chris, are you done yet?" You gulp and hurry to help Chris, knowing the dark is a bad place to be in, especially now.

She runs around the room, putting the lights in place leaving you to plug them in, wanting to light up the room. Her feet padding across the floor worry you. "Almost." She shouts, "yes!" Her side is lit.

You barely glance over at him and know what's wrong, it makes you even more nauseous; you can almost feel the bile creeping up your throat.

It feels like it’s here, the pressure tightens on your throat.

"Dalton?" She calls out for him, watching his body move as he stands in the corner.

"Chris, don't get near him." You pull her back when his head turns towards you. "It's here." You begin blinking away the tears that blur your vision.

"No," she refuses to believe it. "Dalton? What's going on there? This isn't normal. It's really weird seeing you in the dark."

You want to cry. "Stop talking."

It flings her to the side.

"Oh god," you whimper.

It turns its attention onto you as his body lets out a low growl.

"Chris, run."

She says the same to you when she sees how close Dalton's body has gotten to you.

You turn back to him and focus on his hands wrapping a piece of rope around his hands. "Where did that come from?" Tonight’s the night you're going to die. You shake your head and run towards the door. You shake to doorknob as tears fall down your cheeks. "Let me out. Let me out."

He gains control, the rope falls from his hands as he calls out for you.

You turn around and see the real him before he loses control.

You and Chris catch him before he can fall.

“You hold him and anchor him while I work on the lights.”

You can’t object as she’s already run off.

She screams as a face appears in front of her, emerging out from the depths of the darkness under the bed.

You pull her back. “Get behind me.”

She doesn’t have enough time to argue and does as she’s told.

You're stuck between the two, holding Dalton and keeping him close to you as she huddles further into you, all while fighting the spirits crawling on top of him and you.

He opens his eyes and wakes from his internal battle, the light squeeze to your hand lets you know he's here. He's with you as he forces the spirits to disappear.

You help him up, knowing he's trying to move.

Dalton starts painting with as much paint as he can with his one paintbrush.

The canvas is black.

"Is it over?" She dares to ask.

You tear up, covering your mouth to hide the sobs that want to escape you.

He turns around, barely giving himself a second to take in everything that's happened as he pulls you closer to him.

“I need to call my mom,” he grabs the phone and immediately dials his mom.

“Is everyone okay?” Chris asks, knowing you can’t mutter a word right now and how close you are because you two pretty much call the Lambert's your family.

“Yeah, he’s- he’s okay. He’s back.”

“He wasn’t before?”

You lift your head off him. “He stayed behind?”

He nods. “But he’s back now and it’s gone.”

You gulp, staring into his eyes; silently thanking all and any god that they’re not yellow.

You didn’t realize you’re crying until he wipes your cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head and sniffle; he pulls you closer to hug you; needing to feel your comforting warmth… plus Chris. “Please tell me it’s over.”

“It’s done,” Dalton informs the two of you with a stern voice.

"You’re never going to do that again. I can't lose you."

He nuzzles his nose into your head, breathing in your scent.

“I think it’s time we go home for our early semester break.”

“I,” he hesitates, “I think that’s a good idea.”

After saying bye to Chris and promising to text when you two actually leave campus and when we make it to the Lambert household, you finally make it to his dad’s car.

Josh smiles at the sight of you two. “Hey.”

Dalton glances away, finding making eye contact with the man to be too much. “Hey.”

His dad turns to you, “hey.”

“Hi,” you give him a small smile. “Let’s put the stuff in the car and get this long ass drive over with?”

That earns a chuckle and breaks the silence between the two.

You’re about to walk towards the back of the car when he stops in front of you. “What?”

“I can put your stuff in the back.”

You huff, “Dalton. No, just let-”

“Me put it away, you get settled into the car. I’ll be there in a second.”

You roll your eyes, “fine. I’ll just get started on the second season of-”

“Don’t you dare.”

You open the car door with a small smile on your face.

Josh turns to his son, not yet opening the trunk so you can’t hear their conversation (he hopes). “So?”

“What?”

His dad smiles and uses his head to gesture in your general direction. “Have you asked her?”

The look on his son’s face tells him all that he needs to know (and embarrass him). “Are you two together? Going steady? Netflix and chilling as you young kids call it.” He lightly pats the side of his arm, “come on, you can tell me… so I can tell your mother.”

The young man avoids all eye contact and stares at the ground, the warmth in his cheeks is not something he wanted to experience now, before they even leave campus. “No, I- with everything that happened, I didn’t want it to seem like I’m just asking her out to do it. You know, I- I want it to mean something.”

The corner of Josh’s mouth twitches, reminding him of his young self. “I know exactly what you mean and that’s why I know if you do it, she won’t think of it that way.”

Dalton slowly lifts his head. “How do you know that?”

“She’s been by your side ever since the first time. No, even longer than that but especially during these times and if you don’t believe me then, you don’t know why you invited her to come with you.”

“What?”

“Put the bags in the trunk,” Josh tells him as he opens it. He sees the way his son stares at you, he did the same thing with his ex-wife. He just wishes he was as strong as the two of you and knows if he was, then maybe he and Renai would still be together.

He takes a deep breath. ‘This is what Dr. Rofuss was talking about.’ “You can sit in the back if you want, I won’t be offended.”

“She’ll make me sit there if I don’t on my own.”

His dad chuckles as he closes the trunk. “Alright then, make your choice, stud.”

“Stud?” He mutters as he walks around the car.

You shake your head and point to the front seat.

Josh silently laughs to himself when he watches the two of you two. “Show tunes?”

You give the older man a gentle smile. “Sure.”

Renai walks out and hugs her baby boy- he groans, “mom.”

“You’ll always be my baby no matter what age you are.”

You cover your mouth to hide your amusement.

Josh leans down and whispers, “you’re next.”

You quickly recover and shake your head. “No.”

He starts taking your guys bags into the house.

She stares at him for a few seconds before letting him go, turning to face you. She pulls you in for a hug. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

She doesn’t answer you.

You walk into the house, waiting to find one or both of his siblings but find neither. “Is it just us plus your parents right now?”

He shrugs, “I guess.”

“Which room am I staying in?”

He turns around and stares at you with a confused expression. “What do you mean?”

“We’re at your parents' house and I don’t think they’d approve of us, a young man and a young woman sleeping in the same room.”

“We did it at school, what’s different now?”

“We’re under the same roof.”

He grabs the bags at the end of the stairs and starts walking up. “It’s fine.”

You follow him. “I don’t want your mom to think I’m a bad influence on you or something.”

“She won’t, stop worrying about it.”

“Dal-”

He drops the bags and pulls you closer, cupping your cheeks. “Stop it, she would never think that. If anything,” the corner of his lips twitch. “She’d think it was me.”

You stare into his eyes, no thoughts coming to mind.

He’s waiting for you to respond but you don’t, and he doesn’t know what to do.

The creaking of the bottom stairs startles you and you pull away. “I’m going to the kitchen.”

His dad raises a brow when he finds his oldest staring at the floor with rosy, red cheeks.

Dinner was a little awkward at first, but you managed to make it through without raising too much suspicion from Josh and Renai (or at least, you hope that’s the case).

You run upstairs after helping his mom with the dishes (Dalton, sat at the table drawing).

She nudges your side, “you can go upstairs and get ready for bed. I’m sure you’ll want to get as much sleep as you can.”

You shrug, “it’s okay. I can st-”

“Nope, upstairs you go.”

“But-”

“Go,” she says, offering a kind smile.

You grab the dish towel and dry off your hands before glancing over at him, suddenly remembering the way he was staring at you, and exit.

You walk back out of the bathroom to grab your toothbrush so you can relax in bed, only to find someone else also brushing his teeth. “Uh- sorry- I’ll just-”

He shakes his head and spits. “It’s fine. I’m almost done.”

You know how when you’re trying to avoid making eye contact with someone and it doesn’t work?

He finishes and puts his toothbrush in its holder before walking away, only to lean against the doorway. “What’s going on with you?”

You shake your head.

“Ever since earlier-”

You finish in time to cover his mouth. “Shut up. I don’t want your parents finding out.”

He lowers your hand. “Why? It’s not like we had sex or anything.”

You avoid making eye contact, the heat in your cheeks does nothing to help you as you walk into his room. “I think I should sleep in the guest room.”

“Wait, what? Why?” He stands in front of you, stopping you from walking out. “Wh- did it,” he takes a deep breath. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”

You clench your jaw, unsure of how to tell him the true reason. “I-”

“If it did, I’m sorry.”

“That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?” He studies your fidgeting. “Did you,” the corner of his lips curved upwards. “Did you like it?”

“No.”

“You answered that too quickly. You did.” He chuckles, taking a step forward. “You can tell me to stop.”

You open your mouth to respond when he cups your cheeks and pulls you closer.

“I’ve missed you.”

You furrow your brows. “I didn’t leave?”

“Ever since the whole thing happened, I just- I’m happy you’re here with me.”

You glance from one eye to the other and slide your hands up to his neck, pulling him closer, into a crushingly comforting hug.

His arms wrapped around your shoulders and waist, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

You play with his hair as you two stand a few feet from the open doorway.

He removes his arms from you, and you think he’s done and start to loosen your grip on him until you hold onto him for dear life. “What are you doing?!” You ask, tightening your legs around his waist.

He doesn’t reply as he sets you down on his bed.

You get the hint and lay down, opening your arms (a spot reserved for him). You play with his hair some more. “Are you ever going to get a haircut?”

“Why?” He angles his head so he can look at you.

“Do you not like it?”

“I didn’t say that. I do, I was just wondering.” His eyes twinkle and he can’t find it in him to look away. “Can I kiss you?”

“Huh?”

“Can… I kiss you?”

You stare at him with a confused expression as your brain works on processing what he’s asked. “You want to kiss me… like as a friend?”

“What friend kisses another friend?”

“You know how some families or- or like celebrities kiss each other on the lips and it's not romantic, that’s- that’s what I’m thinking of.”

He leans on one elbow, hovering over you as his hand pushes the few stands of your hair behind your ear. “I definitely don’t mean it in a friendly way.”

“Really?”

He nods. “Chris thought we were together.”

“When did she say that?”

“Our first day.”

“Oh.”

“I hated that I had to say no.”

You take a leap and hope that he wasn’t playing a mean, mean joke on you.

Renai and Josh have been up since earlier this morning, seeing as it almost- “Josh, it’s almost ten o’clock. I think we should go at least check on them.” She raises her shoulder, keeping her phone tucked in the crook of her neck as she prepares her cup of coffee.

“They’re enjoying their first break; they’re not going to be awake right now.”

“Yeah well… they should be otherwise they’re not going to get breakfast.”

“Wow.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

The door slowly creaks open as she peeks her head in only to find the two of you still asleep, cuddling in a “less than friendly” way.

She shakes her head, knowing her ex-husband's right.

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ceilingfan5 · 1 year ago

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For the writing prompts could I please request 3. every mall is haunted, obviously with Taakitz please and please and please?

"Every mall is haunted, obviously," Taako says with the kind of confidence one might use to declare that war is over, or that the sun would burn your tongue if you licked it, or that Ms. Frizzle is a lesbian.

"Sure," Kravitz agrees automatically, because he's been seeing hearts where important visual information oughta go for like, months now. And then, "Hang on, rewind. You believe in ghosts?"

"No," Taako spits back, cockily feeding quarters into the breaking room vending machine. "But ghosts don't need to be believed in for spook'emup horseshit. Are you really eating a Lean Cuisine again? I swear to God, I'm going to invite myself over and-"

"No no, don't deflect, you- fucking can't–Taako you say this shit and words have meanings, you're aware of this, right?"

"-Like that's not even a joke, or a bastardization, that's culture you're devaluing with those three hundred forty calories, you know that, right? If it were a currency, the bank would be on fire."

"Taako," Kravitz, exasperated.

"Kravitz," Taako, cartoonish. He slams the button just liked the taped notice on the thing says to not to, and a Dr. Pepper falls out for the fiftieth consecutive time. "What am I supposed to blame, capitalism? Nah, this is fuckin ghosts, and you know it."

"I guess if any place in the mall was haunted, it would be the Burlington Coat Factory," Kravitz concedes.

"Burlington GHOST factory!"

"Uh huh." Kravitz can't be in love with him. He can't. Surely he just has some kind of disease instead. He isn't going to go to the doctor though, so the world may never know. "What spooky thing happened, then, chef?"

He twirls his path-ketti and takes a Big Happy Bite and does Not gag, no one can claim otherwise.

"All the fuckin' mannequins were in the grand hallway when we opened! Posed like- I don't wanna hurt your delicate sensibilities–"

"I'm not allergic to dirt, Taako."

"They weren't even fucking! Like, obviously if they were dolly-dallying and Barbie Bussin' it open, pause for applause,"

"Applause," Kravitz says dryly, because Taako won't go on if he doesn't get some acknowledgement, and again, this guy? This one? He's having romantic dreams about this fool? Christ alive and back again for one final tour, get tickets now on KVX9, at 8:30, 12:30, 4:30–

"They were all gruesome murder scenes."

"Oh. Maybe the prankster just isn't horny."

"Couldn't be it!" Taako does a great big HMMM. "Maybe we should do a stakeout."

"Why?" Kravitz blinks slowly at him. "The mall can be haunted. It's fine. Ghosts are above my paygrade."

"Damn," Taako says, sighing and dramatically flopping on the table, and then turning to give him the biggest puppy dog eyes Kravitz has ever seen. "I was hoping you 'n me could bang it out together."

Kravitz chokes on his heart leaping into his throat, and Taako lounges and languishes as he waits for Kravitz to spit up The Spaghetti Satan Would Deny.

"Yeah?" He finally manages.

"Mhm. This."

"Not like. A movie?"

"Chaboi can't sit through movies, I don't know why this shocks you."

"Fair," Kravitz croaks. He shakes his head. There is one true path. He is cursed to fucking Candyland. His fate was set, predestination, there is no Fuck Nah option. "I…guess?" he says, regretting and anticipating in equal measure immediately.

"Fuck yeah!" Taako pops up like a wacky inflatable tube salesman. "I gotta make some snacks!!!"

#taz #taakitz #tazb #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #taz balance #taakitz fic #thank you!!

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kurzeit · 12 days ago

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Heyy Schlaggots!!

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krislindbo · 2 months ago

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2024 Comic Project

September Review | Weeks 35-39*

I feel a chill in the air. The leaves are turning, and I hear an owl calling out nightly. That must mean...

Ah yes! Another monthly wrap up is in store!

Oh yes, and autumn is officially here, too.

With my birthday and Halloween just around the corner, I'm getting quite antsy to see through the final arc of this project. With only fourteen pages left to go, I'm well aware I have few places to dally before the story comes to an end.

And yet, we've just seen the introduction of a new character! They seem quite benevolent so far. We're also in new territory as far as the setting goes. I've actually had this moment in mind for quite some time, and I'm pretty happy we've arrived at seeing this magical recluse character just in time for spooky season.

The project always meant to follow the seasons, as it seemed befitting a year-long project. But I quickly learned skipping a week in time between each page is a good way to lose your mind, so forcing a different setting every so often does the trick.

Now as our hero's journey leads them to the heart of the woods, what fate will befall them next? I'll wrap things up here and let the coming pages speak for themselves, so stay tuned for more.

As always, I'll see you Monday!

*Edit: I've added Week 39 to this comp since it was made the last week of September!

#2024 comic project #monthly recap #september #autumn #comic #ongoing story #weekly comic #personal project #art #drawing #artists on tumblr

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soclonely · 1 year ago

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OC-Tober Prompt List Day 1: Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice

Link to OC-tober prompt list Summary: Dally is late to work at 79's clone bar on Coruscant when she tries to stop for her seasonal coffee on the first day of Autumn, but Lenani has a surprise for her! ___________

“Why are you late Dally?” Lenani hollers, tossing the apron toward her frazzled coworker. “Its almost time to open! You know it’s the first day of Fall! One of our busiest days of the year!” She shakes her head. “That’s not like you at all! Are you feeling alright? You look terrible!”

“Gee thanks.” Dally grumbles. She quickly ties the apron around her waist and looks over at the twilek. “I feel fine. I just woke up late today and couldn’t get me coffee. The line was horrendously long-”

“Ah yes. Pumpkin spice release day?”

Dally nods.”And apparently the jedi temple, senate staff, the GAR, and all of Coruscant made it there before me.” She sighs. “By the time i got there, the line was already 2 blocks long.”

Lenani rolls her eyes.“You were late to work even though you didn’t stop for coffee.” She eyes Dally knowingly. “Because you are the smart one and know that would have been irresponsible of you, right? And that waiting in a long like for an $8 seasonal coffee is not worth being late to work, hmmmm?”

“I needed my pumpkin spice!” Dally groans. She plops down onto a barstool and putting her head in her hands. “I waited in that line for one hole hour, okay?! Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“I am severely disappointed in you.” Lenani crosses her arms. “Was your coffee worth being late and making ME do all of your morning work?”

“I-I didn’t get it.” Dally mutters, looking down at her feet. “By the time I got to the check out, they were all sold out.”

Lenani grins. “Well I hope you learn a valuable lesson in all of this, Dally!” She tsks. “And you think about this next time you try and come in late for a coffee!”

Dally nods, still pouting. “Never make a pit stop for coffee ever again when I am running behind, even if it is pumpkin spice.”

“Well yeah, that and I am the greatest friend in the world,” Lenani grins. She reaches under the bar as Dally glances up at her, confused. “I knew you were going to be late today and I had to drop Tann off at school earlier than usual today so,” She places a hot coffee tumbelr on top of the bar. “Ta-Da! Fresh hot pumpkin spiced coffee from your favorite place down the street! Well, fresh-ish.” She shrugs. “I thought you would be in earlier today so it might need reheating.”

Dally reaches over and takes the tumbler, sniffing the spiced aroma wafting from the opening. She slowly takes a drink and taps her feet in delight. “It's just right.” She jumps up and runs around the bar, hugging Lenani. “Thanks Nani! You really are the best!”

“I know.” Lenani smiles, giving Dally a tight squeeze. “Now if you would please hurry up and drink that! We have fun spooky season stuff to set out for the customers! We open in 20 minutes and the new decorations aren’t even unboxed yet!”

“Oh, right!” Dally quickly takes another drink of her coffee. “Let's get to it!”

#79s staff #star wars oc #oc-tober #79s clone bar #MaxRebo'sBandstand #my ocs

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cammie · 8 months ago

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this is dally/sylvia. no, i won’t be taking any questions <3

#the outsiders #cammie.txt

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dallasgallant · 13 days ago

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American remains- Ghost Au lore post

I do have a eventual actual fic coming for this au so it won’t be as extensively written out here like for my vampire au, it helps that it’s also more canon aligned so there’s not too much extra world building involved.

World-

The world will be that of the canon world just with a tad more belief in ghosts/ they exist. I’d think it’d be easy to believe in legends and ghost when driving alone at night in a plains state anyway.

With that in mind it wouldn’t be uncommon to see a cowboys final ride or a soldiers last stand play out again and again. The people of Tulsa know it’s not just a building settling or the air conditioner.

It’s easy to believe if you open yourself to it, but you never expect your encounter to be with someone you knew. Ponyboy didn’t.

Ghosts-

All types of ghosts exist in this world, a lot of them being the more grounded ‘real life’ orbs and cold spots and simpler manifestations like that. There was moments that replay but aren’t a direct ghost more shadows of the past, buildings absorb negative energy and tragedy etc.

I want to focus more on direct apparitions as that’s what Johnny and Dally would be classified as, a bit of the standard fair when it comes to ghosts… sudden or violent death, stuck in this plane etc.

But with a twist, I really want this au to explore the cycles of grief and how it’s a non linear thing- and in this case affects the living and the dead. In the end no one moves on entirely…

It’s all about what makes a ghost or what makes a person stay, the cycles of grief and trauma, the weight people carry of a place and time or someone. The power of memory!

A huge inspiration for this au, beyond cowboy and civil war ghosts was the line towards the end of the book where Pony is thinking about boys who crumble under street lamps and jump at their own shadow and even himself— about how it’s too late for some but not others.

And it reminds me of American Remains by the Highwaymen and its chorus:

We are heroes of the homeland, American remains. We live in many faces and answer many names. We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind. Our memories live on in mortal minds. And poets pens, we'll ride again.

How broader issues connect people in their struggle and how people get left behind over and over but are never forgotten- they come back. They’re simultaneously forgotten and immortalized - so many alike but also individual. Pony already wrote about them…

The thought that memory and pain bind. People die but ideas don’t.

It’s late and I really hope it’s understandable how this connects to ghosts and grief.

The au isn’t all deep subjects sometimes… it’s just neat spooky stuff.

Ghosts have a lot more agency when it comes to ‘moving on’ than traditional stories, it’s that they trap themselves. Or forget. At the end of the day ghosts are human- their cycles are too.

Unfinished business is less of a task and more of something they have to figure out- find acceptance/peace with.

Ghost lore-

A lot of haunting involves utilizing energy and radio frequencies to interact with the rest of the world. In the modern (1960s) age- radio and power lines are abundant. Ghosts prefer to be visible— with visibility comes personhood. It’s not constant, depending on energy and their connection it could be hard to keep it up.

Ghosts appear as they died, in most cases. Johnny tends to… flicker. Sometimes it’s a hospital gown, sometimes it’s jeans and a shirt but the burns remain. When haunting and not just wandering he’d prefer to be clothed.

[Included picture reference for Ponyboy as he’s the only of the living gang to undergo a more ‘drastic’ change. The others would just look a little older.]

Dally may constantly bleed but his blood will not stain anything, it disappears a few minutes after he does. What will stain is a residue left behind from ghost interacting with objects (fun non angsty lore)

To communicate with the living they’d have to manipulate radio, to those they speak with they’ll be a warm crackle to their voice as they speak through it … the voice always sounds distant too despite being right in front of you. (Sort of like making themselves a spirit box)

Johnny and Dally are both Semi-cognizant at the start of the au, both hyper aware of death and the passage of time but for them no time has passed. It is always then. Stuck in a place and time mentally and physically.

Out there on the sides of roads, out there in the dark waiting to be noticed and spoken to. Their main sort of “territory” is the roads and fields leading to windrixville, only sometimes making it fully back to Tulsa.

There’s been several times pony thought he saw them but it isn’t until they show up in the backseat of his car one late night drive it’s revealed. He’s driven by enough times, the ghosts get tired of waiting. Their first interaction is brief as pony nearly swerves off the road.

The two of them want desperately to reconnect with the gang, I’ve recently heard this but they “haunt for company.”

Don’t quite know where it’ll go yet but I’d love to hear ideas or see where others take it :)

Living-

Since this au is a tad more tied to canon these are also my general future headcanons, so if you see them in other works…

Ponyboy: 17. more of a troublemaker than he was as a young teen. He’s not doing anything too wild but will jack a car or two, gotten his grades back on track but is unsure where he wants to go with his life. Currently working at a grocery store to help out.

Soda: 19. started a career as a trucker, is around less than usual but still communicates with everyone via radio (Steve had begged for one to be put in at the DX) and phone calls when he gets the chance

Darry: 23. still working the same two jobs but is aiming towards a bookkeeping focus (pony is trying to push him that way) can understand Pony a little better, is more worried about Soda on the road at the moment. Better adjusted as he managed to keep them all together and Pony is set to graduate down the line.

Steve: 20. Graduated high school! Is still at the DX working on cars, he worked towards a managerial position and hopes to own a mechanic shop of his own someday or work up to a dealership. Had a radio installed at the station so he and pony can talk with Soda more often than waiting for phone calls, he gets along better with Pony.

Two-bit: 21. Ultimately got his GED! Like Pony he’s not sure what he is going to do with his life, is looking for a job (which Steve won’t let him live down)

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thereadersmuse · 2 years ago

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In your latest fic they talk about Brad's family (well mostly his uncle) what do you think Drew and Brad's family is like?

I kinda headcanon that Drew is from the typical Asian house hold, strict parents, forcing your kid into something they don't want, that's why he's so keen into working with Ed and Lorraine because he didn't get the chance to do the things he liked as a kid.

I would agree with you about Drew's home life. It might be stereotypical, but for the time period I think it would be especially fitting. I would imagine his 'dilly-dallying' in terms of getting a 'real' career is not well understood by his family.

However, I always figured Drew had to get his 'spooky' from somewhere. I could really see a grandma or grandpa in the mix that was the soft touch. Someone who encouraged his interests in ghosts and the paranormal somehow.

I would love to see his backstory in the movies tbh. Because, really, how else do Ed and Lorraine attract these people to them other than through shared or similar experience? Though, I could also see them scooping up Drew to do their equipment at the start of things and he came along for the crisp $20 and then got hooked. (Though, your point about him possibility rebelling in the beginning by hooking up with Ed and Lorraine is quite compelling! Definitely fits his character.)

As for Brad, my head cannon for him is interesting. I saw how easily and happily he fit into the Perron family dynamic during the happy scenes. Like the breakfast one? It felt like he was in his element in the hub-bub and crush of people. It also felt like he was reluctant to leave as well. It makes me feel like he had a big family tbh.

My head canon for him is that he had a big, happy family growing up, but at some point something happened and the family split. I had an idea, writing the latest installment of the series, that he didn't much care for a new step-dad/step-mom figure and spent a lot of time at that Uncle's place I mentioned in the fic. I pictured said Uncle to be childless and a bit rough around the edges, but with a heart of gold. Hence the whiskey in the hot toddy!

I hope you liked the latest installment of the "(Human) Connections" series! I am always open for prompts in my inbox.

#anon response #the conjuring fanfiction #brad hamilton #drew thomas #brad x drew

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seekdevotion · 1 year ago

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seanpultz · 2 months ago

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Porky Pig and Daffy Duck in The Haunted Mansion

Two Warner Bros. characters try their luck on a Disney attraction.

Daffy Duck and Porky Pig approach Gracey Mansion, which resembles the Joel Rathbone mansion, a Gothic Revival Pointed-style villa designed by Alexander Jackson (A.J.) Davis, in the upper Hudson River Valley area of Albany, New York.

Daffy: (Grinning wide) "Porky, my dear, feast your eyes on the grandeur of the Haunted Mansion! A place where the stars come out to play and the walls have more secrets than a politician's Twitter account!"

Porky: (Nervously stuttering) "D-D-Daffy, are you s-s-sure this is a g-g-good idea?"

Daffy: "Oh, absolutely! It's just a little bit of spooky fun, that's all! Besides, what could go wrong with a dashing duck and a charming porker like us?"

Porky: (swallows hard) "Well, I g-guess we're about to find out."

Daffy: "You bet your bippety boop we are! Now, let's not dilly-dally. The ghosts are waiting, and I'm dying to show 'em what the star of the show looks like!"

Porky: "I'd r-rather not… but if you say so."

Daffy: (Puffing out his chest) "Alright, follow me, my trembling sidekick. We shall conquer this creepy castle and claim our rightful place as the kings of comedy!"

Entering the queuing area through a pair of ornate gates, Daffy and Porky find themselves in the mansion's nearly-neglected gardens and grounds. The queuing path leads guests past a knocked over birdbath, a black carriage hearse led by an invisible horse, and finally leads into the awning.

Daffy: (Gawking at the overgrown garden) "Would you look at this place, Porky? It's like Mother Nature threw a tantrum and forgot to clean up!"

Porky: (Eyes widening at the hearse) "D-Daffy, maybe we sh-shouldn't be here… it l-looks like it's seen better days."

Daffy: "Oh, Porky, you're such a scaredy-cat! These are just props to get us in the mood for some good ol' fashioned frights!"

Porky: "P-props? Y-you mean this isn't r-real?"

Daffy: "Well, of course not! It's a theme park, you nincompoop! Now, let's get a move on before the real party starts!"

Porky: (Relieved) "Alright, Daffy. I-I'll stick with you."

Daffy and Porky are greeted at a gate with several busts of a family that once lived in the mansion that killed each other over inheriting a large fortune.

Daffy: (Nods confidently) "Ah, the ancestral line of the Gracey family. They look positively… lifelike! Or should I say, lifeless?"

Porky: (Trembling) "D-D-Daffy, do you think it's a good idea to m-make fun of the dead?"

Daffy: "Oh, they're just decorations, Porky! Don't let their stern expressions fool you. They're as lively as a bowling ball in a morgue!"

Porky: "But what if they're not?"

Daffy: (Rolls his eyes) "Don't be absurd! Besides, if they were real, they'd be rolling in their graves laughing at my jokes!"

Porky: (Gulps) "R-roll… in their graves…"

Daffy: (Ignoring Porky's nervousness) "Look at this one, Porky! He looks like he just realized he forgot to pay his taxes!"

Porky: "D-Daffy, I think we should be r-respectful."

Daffy: (Taps a bust on the nose) "Relax, I'm just breaking the ice! Now, let's get inside before the ghosts get stage fright!"

Porky: "But what if they're already in there waiting for us?"

Daffy: "Then they're in for a real treat, because Daffy Duck is about to take this haunted house by storm! And you, my porky pal, are going to be my trusty sidekick!"

Porky: (Whispers to himself) "T-trusty sidekick… more like the b-bait…"

Embossed musical instruments on a crypt that once touched a haunted tune mysteriously plays.

Daffy: (Startled by the music) "What the… Porky, did you hear that?"

Porky: (Jumps) "H-h-heard what, Daffy?"

Daffy: (Picks up his pace) "That music, you ninny! It's like we've got our very own soundtrack!"

Porky: (Looks around nervously) "M-maybe it's a sign we should leave…"

Daffy: (Laughs) "Nonsense! It's just part of the experience! We're getting closer to the main event, and I can feel the chills already!"

Porky: "D-Daffy, I don't w-w-want to feel the chills. I want to feel the air conditioning."

Daffy: "Aha! You're just worried the ghosts will think you're not cool enough to hang with them!"

Porky: "Cool enough? I c-can't even manage a waltz without stepping on my own feet!"

Daffy: "Don't worry, old chum. We're going to be the life of the afterparty! Now, let's not keep the spirits waiting!"

Porky: (Swallows hard) "Alright, Daffy. But if I t-turn into a ghost, you're explaining it to my mom."

Daffy: (Puts an arm around Porky) "Deal! Now, let's go show 'em what we're made of!"

Water and bubbles emerge from a crypt belonging to a Captain Culpepper Clyne.

Daffy: (Eyes widening at the water show) "Would you look at that, Porky! It's like we've got our own little water feature!"

Porky: (Panicking) "Water and b-bubbles? D-Daffy, this isn't right! It's like we've stumbled into a ghost's hot tub!"

Daffy: "Nonsense, it's just a bit of special effects! Besides, it's refreshing in this hot Florida sun!"

Porky: (Starts backing away) "I-I don't like it, Daffy. It's too realistic for my taste."

Daffy: "Porky, don't be such a wet blanket! It's all part of the experience!"

Porky: (Nods nervously) "R-right, the experience… I'll r-remember that when we're up to our eyeballs in ectoplasm."

Daffy: (Grinning) "You worry too much! Now, let's not keep the Captain waiting! He's probably just trying to serenade us with his fishy tunes!"

Porky: "Fishy tunes? D-Daffy, I don't w-want to be serenaded by a ghost with a bubble machine!"

Daffy: "Oh, lighten up! This is what makes it fun!"

Porky: (Sighs) "F-fine, let's go before I change my mind."

Daffy: "That's the spirit, Porky! Onward to the mansion!"

Words inexplicably appear upon on a tomb belonging to a poetess named Prudence Pock.

Daffy: (Reads the tombstone with glee) "Oh, a poetess, you say? Well, I've got a few verses of my own to share! 'There once was a duck from the West, who strutted into a mansion so blessed. The ghosts, they did quiver and quake, for his humor was more than they could take!'"

They reach the servant's entrance where our heroes enter the mansion.

Daffy: (Waving his hands dramatically) "Well, Porky! Ready to make some spectral acquaintances?"

Porky: (Tentatively stepping through the door) "As r-ready as I'll ever be, I s-suppose."

Daffy: "Wonderful! Let's not keep the ghosts waiting for their encore performance!"

Porky: "E-enc… D-Daffy, are you sure this is the right way?"

Daffy: (Looking back over his shoulder) "Of course it is, Porky! The fun is just getting started!"

Porky: "B-but it's so d-dark and… eerie."

Daffy: "Exactly! That's the whole point! Now, keep your wits about you, and don't let a little thing like fear turn you into a pork chop!"

Porky: (Nods nervously) "R-right… wits… I'll try to remember that."

Daffy and Porky enter the elegant-but-spartan foyer as a distant pipe organ plays a dirge-like version of Grim Grinning Ghosts. Following this hallway, we enter a foyer, which features a fireplace to the left side. There is a picture hanging above the fireplace, which shows a handsome, young man (quite possibly the owner of the mansion).

Daffy: (Whistling along with the pipe organ) "This place has got some real mood lighting, don't you think, Porky?"

Porky: (Eyes glued to the flickering candles) "T-t-too much mood for my taste, Daffy."

Daffy: "Look, it's a portrait of the former owner. What a dapper fellow! I bet he had a collection of haunted neckties!"

Porky: (Gulps) "D-Daffy, I don't like the way that p-picture's staring at me."

Daffy: "It's just a painting, Porky! But if it starts talking, I call dibs on the first autograph!"

Porky: "D-Daffy, I don't think it's a g-g-good idea to provoke the ghosts."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "When hinges creak in doorless chambers. When strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls. Whenever candlelights flicker when the air is deathly still… That is the time when ghosts are present, practicing their terror with ghoulish delight."

Porky: (Startled) "D-D-Daffy, who said that?"

While this is being said, the picture above the fireplace starts transforming Dorian Gray-style from that of a handsome young man, to that of a rotting corpse.

Daffy: (Stares at the morphing portrait) "Well, I'll be a son of a gun! They've got some nifty paint jobs here! It's like he aged a hundred years in five seconds!"

Porky: (Stammers in shock) "D-Daffy, that's not n-nifty! It's n-n-n… nightmarish!"

Daffy: "Ah, it's just a trick of the light, old chap. Or maybe he's trying to scare us with a before and after of his terrible skin care routine!"

Porky: (Sweating) "I-I don't like it, Daffy. This place is giving me the heebie-jeebies."

Once the picture's transformation is complete, one of the walls opens up next to the picture, revealing an octagonal room.

We enter this octagonal room from the Foyer. Four paintings (A bearded gentleman holding a document, A pretty young lady holding a parasol, An old woman holding a rose and A man in a bowler hat) flanked by candle-wielding gargoyles, hang from the walls in this chamber.

Daffy: (Ignoring Porky's distress) "Oh, Porky, don't be so jumpy! It's just a bit of theatrics to set the scene! Now, let's check out this fancy-schmancy room!"

Porky: (Wipes sweat from his forehead) "B-b-but Daffy, what if those g-gargoyles come to life?"

Daffy: (Approaches a painting) "Pish-posh! They're just here to add a touch of class to the decor."

Porky: "D-Daffy, maybe we should just stick to the ghost stories that don't come with a side of reality."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion. I am your host, your Ghost Host. Our tour begins here in this gallery. Here, where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state. Kindly step all the way in please, and make room for everyone. There’s no turning back now."

The doors Daffy and Porky entered slam shut, The room begins to stretch upwards, the paintings on the walls elongating with it to reveal a comically gruesome end for each subject:

The bearded gentleman holding a document is revealed to be wearing only his undergarments from the waist down and standing atop a lit keg of dynamite.

The pretty young lady holding a parasol is revealed to be balancing on a fraying tightrope above the gaping jaws of an alligator.

The old woman holding a rose is revealed to be sitting atop a tall gravestone, at the bottom of which is a stone bust of her husband George with a hatchet embedded in his head.

The man in a bowler hat is revealed to be sitting on the shoulders of another man who sits on the shoulders of a third man who is waist deep in quicksand.

Daffy: (Staring in amazement at the elongating paintings) "Well, well, well! They've got a real flair for the dramatic here at the Haunted Mansion, don't they?"

Porky: (Eyes popping out) "D-Daffy, those paintings! Th-they're… they're alive!"

Daffy: (Chuckles) "No, no, they're just stretching for dramatic effect! Like I said, it's all in good fun!"

Porky: (Trembling) "I-I don't think it's funny, Daffy! This is starting to feel a l-little too real for my comfort!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination — hmm? And consider this dismaying observation, This chamber has no windows and no doors… which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out!"

The Ghost Host laughs as Daffy and Porky focus is on the ceiling.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): Of course, there's always my way.

The lights go out and lightning flashes above. The ceiling vanishes and gives a view of the mansion's cupola, where the skeletal corpse of the Ghost Host sways from a noose tied to the rafters. After a few seconds, the room becomes pitch black and a dreadful scream is heard, followed by the sound of bones shattering. Just as suddenly as it had begun, the horror ended, and the lights flickered back on. They blinked in the sudden brightness, their eyes adjusting to find that the skeletal corpse was gone, and in its place, a wall had slid open, revealing a hidden passage.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Oh, I didn’t mean to frighten you prematurely. The real chills come later. Now, as they say, ‘look alive,’ and we’ll continue our little tour. And let’s all stay together, please."

Daffy: (Swallows nervously) "W-well, Porky, I didn't exactly expect that twist in the plot!"

Porky: (Terrified) "D-Daffy, I-I think we're in over our heads!"

Daffy: "Don't worry, old chap! It's all just part of the act! Besides, we're not the type to be scared out of our wits, are we?"

Daffy and Porky continue onward down a long hallway, leading to a short queue that is used to board the Doom Buggies.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "And now, a carriage approaches to carry you into the boundless realm of the supernatural. Once on board, remain safely seated with your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside. And watch your children, please."

Daffy and Porky board their Doom Buggy.

Daffy: (With feigned bravado) "Alright, Porky, hold onto your hat! We're about to embark on a wild ride through the netherworld!"

Porky: (Squeaks) "D-Daffy, I don't w-want to hold onto my hat! I want to hold onto something solid!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Do not pull down on the safety bar, please. I will lower it for you. And heed this warning: the spirits will materialize only if you remain quietly seated at all times."

The safety bar is lowered, locking Daffy and Porky into their respective Doom Buggy.

The Doom Buggy enters a rather steep stairwell and pass under a landing where a floating candelabra floats in the darkness. After they pass under, they enter a hallway. To the left are two windows with white sheer drapes; lightning crashes and thunders outside. To the right are four paintings: a woman in a black sheer dress reclining on a daybed, a sloop on choppy waters, a knight on a rearing horse, and a woman in a Greek temple. With each flash of lightning, the paintings become: an anthropomorphic tiger, a ghost ship in a tropical storm, a skeleton knight on a skeleton horse, and Medusa in Greek Ruins.

Daffy: (Grinning nervously) "Well, Porky, I've got to say, they've got some pretty fancy visuals here! Those paintings are changing like a chameon on a disco floor!"

Porky: (Whispers shakily) "Daffy, I-I don't think this is a good place for us. Maybe we should've s-stuck to riding the teacups."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Oh yes, and no flash pictures, please. We spirits are frightfully sensitive to bright lights."

Leaving the hallway, we enter into a rectangular library, which is filled from floor-to-ceiling by shelves lined with hundreds of books. Phantom hands pull books from the shelves. An empty chair rocks gently back and forth, and a ladder slides to and fro as an unseen force searches for a good read. Among the shelves, marble busts glare at us as we move along in the gloom.

The Ghost Host (offscreen): “Our library is well stocked with priceless first editions, only ghost stories, of course, and marble busts of the greatest ghost writers the literary world has ever known."

Daffy: (Nods approvingly at the rocking chair) "Ah, the rocking chair of the damned! I knew they had good taste in furniture!"

Porky: (Sweating) "Daffy, I-I don't think we're in K-K-Kentucky anymore."

Daffy: "Porky, Porky, don't be such a scaredy-cat! We're in the library! It's the perfect place to find a good joke book!"

Porky: (Squinting at the moving ladder) "D-Daffy, I don't like the way that ladder's looking at me."

Daffy: "It's not looking at you, it's just… floating. You know, for the ambiance!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "But beware of the books, they might just jump out at you!"

Porky: (Ducks as a book flutters by) "Y-you're not helping, Daffy!"

Daffy: (Ducks as well, then laughs) "Oh, Porky, you're priceless when you're scared!"

Porky: (Stammers) "D-Daffy, those b-busts… they're… they're following me!"

Daffy: (Looks around) "What busts, Porky?"

Porky: (Panics) "T-the ones on the shelves! Every time I look, they turn their heads to watch us!"

Daffy: (Smirks) "Oh, those? They're just keeping an eye out for overdue books!"

Porky: (Nervously) "I-I don't think they're just watching for books, Daffy. They look hungry."

Daffy: (Chuckles) "Porky, you're letting your imagination run wild! They're just statues! Now, let's not lose our heads… or any other body parts for that matter!"

Porky: (Whispers) "But Daffy, what if they're not just s-statues?"

Daffy: "Don't worry, Porky. If they start throwing Shakespearean insults, I'll charm them with my wit!"

Leaving the library, we enter the Music Room. In the room, our heroes find an invisible ghost playing a Rachmaninoff-style arrangement of Grim Grinning Ghosts on the piano. The ghost's shadow can be seen cast upon the floor, while a storm brews outside.

Daffy: (Leans in to whisper to Porky) "Psst! Check it out, Porky! It's a ghostly jam session! Maybe they need a backup singer!"

Porky: (Whispers back, eyes wide with terror) "D-D-Daffy, I don't think interrupting is a g-good idea!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "They have all retired here, to the Haunted Mansion. Actually, we have 999 happy haunts here. But there’s room for 1,000. Any volunteers?"

Next, we enter the main stairwell of the Mansion. Here in this M.C. Escher-like void the stairs go right-side up, upside-down, sideways, slantways, longways, back ways, front ways, square ways, and any other ways that you can think of. It is on these steps we see the ectoplasmic footprints of the Mansion's ghostly residents.

Daffy: (Looks down at the ectoplasmic footprints) "Porky, it's like we're in a ghostly game of 'Follow the Leader'! Watch me dance the 'Ectoplasmic Two-Step'!"

Porky: (Clinging to Daffy's arm) "D-Daffy, I don't think we should be messing around on these stairs. What if we fall through to the other side?"

Daffy: (Ignores Porky's fear) "Other side? Porky, this is just a clever illusion! Besides, I've got moves that even the dead would envy!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Well, if you should decide to join us, final arrangements may be made at the end of the tour. A charming ‘ghostess’ will be on hand to take your application."

In the blackness, glowing, blinking eyes transform into the pattern on the wallpaper.

Porky: (Pulls Daffy back as the wallpaper's eyes blink) "D-Daffy, I-I think we should s-stick to the middle of the stairs… I don't want to be part of any 'final arrangements'!"

Daffy: (Chuckles nervously) "You and your imagination, Porky! It's just some glow-in-the-dark paint and a good sense of humor!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "We find it delightfully unlivable here in this ghostly retreat. Every room has wall-to-wall creeps, and hot and cold running chills."

They pass a second floor passageway that seems to go on forever, lined with doors. A lone candelabra floats in midair halfway down it. Flanking the hallway entrance are a subtly-moving Suit of Armour and an armchair designed to have a "face."

Daffy: (Waves at the floating candelabra) "Wave to the floating candle, Porky! It's like we're in a spooky dance hall!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): “Shhh, listen!”

A keening sounding like a banshee is heard.

Porky: (Ears perked up) "D-Daffy, what w-was that sound? It s-sounded like a banshee!"

Daffy: "A banshee, you say? I'm pretty sure that's just the ghostly maid vacuuming the hallway!"

Porky: (Startled) "Vacuuming? In a haunted mansion?"

Daffy: (Shrugs) "Hey, even ghosts need to keep things tidy for the next round of guests!"

We ride past an alcove-like conservatory, the space choked with decaying and overgrown plants and vegetation. Outside the huge glass walls is a misty landscape, with only the gnarled limbs of leafless trees visible in the gloom. A raven perches on top of a stand with a withered funeral wreath, and in the center of the chamber is a coffin whose occupant is trying to get out - skeletal hands attempt to push the lid open saying "Let me out! Let me outta here!", which based on the nails sticking through the wood was meant to stay sealed.

Porky: (Eyes wide with horror) "D-Daffy, the c-coffin! There's s-someone trying to g-get out!"

Daffy: (Pauses, then laughs) "Oh, Porky, you're killing me! That's just part of the decor! It's all in good fun!"

Porky: (Swallows hard) "B-but what if it's not just a d-decoration?"

Daffy: "Relax, it's probably just a ghost looking for a midnight snack. Or maybe they're trying to escape to catch the late show!"

Porky: (Stammers) "L-late show? In a c-coffin?"

Daffy: "You never know, Porky! Maybe it's the VIP section for the undead!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): “All our ghosts have been dying to meet you. This one can hardly contain himself. Unfortunately, they all seem to have trouble getting through."

Daffy and Porky's Doom Buggy is then carried backward down an ominous corridor, a series of doors on either side of the car. Growls, screams, maniacal laughter and pleading voices emanate from behind them, as if something is trying to get out. Doors bend, as if they are breathing, knockers clack and rattle, and the walls are adorned with some "family portraits" of corpses.

Porky: (Eyes darting back and forth) "D-Daffy, what's happening? These d-doors… they're alive!"

Daffy: (Looks around nervously) "Well, they're definitely not your standard welcome wagon, Porky! But remember, it's all for show!"

Porky: (Squeaks) "But what if they're not just for show?"

Daffy: (Forces a laugh) "Oh, come on, Porky! We're in a theme park, not a horror movie!"

At the end of the hall lies a grandfather clock, with its arms spinning wildly backwards and the clock striking 13. A shadow of a clawed hand passes over the face of the clock.

Daffy: (Nods at the grandfather clock) "Look, Porky! The clock's running backwards! That must be their way of saying we're going to have a time-warping good time!"

Porky: (Whispers) "D-Daffy, that's not a c-comforting thought."

We next enter the shadowy Séance Circle. The buggies travel in a circle facing a large table and high-backed chair in the center of the room (a raven perches on the back of the chair). Above this table floats a crystal ball containing the spirit of Madame Leota, chanting incantations that summon the spirits to appear.

Daffy: (Looks around the dark room) "Oooh, a séance!"

Madam Leota: "Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat, call in the spirits, wherever they’re at! Rap on a table — it’s time to respond. Send us a message from somewhere beyond…

Porky: (Eyes glued to the floating crystal ball) "D-Daffy, w-what's happening here?"

Daffy: (Pretends to be unfazed) "It's just a little magic trick, Porky! They're probably trying to get the ghosts on the line for a group chat!"

Madam Leota: Goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween, awaken the spirits with your tambourine! Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pond, let there be music from regions beyond! Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint, by ringing a bell!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "The happy haunts have received your sympathetic vibrations and are beginning to materialize. They’re assembling for a swinging wake, and they’ll be expecting me… I’ll see you all a little later."

Next, we travel along a balcony overlooking the hall. A major party is underway as a multitude of transparent spirits engage in all sorts of revelry. A long dining table covered with decayed floral arrangements and dusty silverware plays host to a birthday feast, and whenever the orange-haired birthday ghost blows out the candles on a birthday cake at the head of the table, the other ghosts seated there vanish, only to reappear when the candles light again; nearby, an old woman disappears and reappears in a rocking chair. Several haunts drift into the hall from a hearse parked in a doorway, while cloaked wraith-like phantoms fly in through the broken windows from a stormy night outside. While a number of ghosts - including the notorious Pickwick - gadabout on the chandeliers above the room, a pair of duelists emerge from their respective paintings on the far wall and take shots at each other, forever reenacting their age-old feud. The open floor whirls with waltzing couples as a ghastly organist plays Grim Grinning Ghosts on a pipe organ, where tiny spirits emerge from the pipes.

Daffy: (Paws over his chest) "Oh, Porky, isn't this just the most spook-tacular soiree we've ever crashed?"

Porky: (Still clinging to Daffy) "Cr-crashed? D-Daffy, we're not supposed to be here!"

Daffy: "Nonsense, we're VIPs! Look at 'em all, the crème de la crème of the afterlife! And speaking of crème, do you see any snacks?"

Porky: (Eyes glued to the duelists) "D-Daffy, those ghosts are shooting at each other!"

Daffy: "It's all in good fun, Porky! Besides, their aim is worse than mine when I've had one too many sips of the ol' sarsaparilla!"

Porky: (Whimpers) "And what about those d-dancing couples? They're floating!"

Daffy: "They're just showing off their moves, Porky! Maybe they're holding auditions for a spectral dance-off!"

Porky: (Eyes the rocking chair) "D-Daffy, I-I think the chandelier is going to fall!"

Daffy: (Nonchalantly) "Don't worry, it's all part of the ambiance! It's like they're throwing us a surprise party and we're the main course… I hope it's not too spicy!"

Porky: (Stammers) "M-main course? D-Daffy, I don't w-want to be eaten by ghosts!"

Leaving the Grand Hall, we ride through a dark, dusty and cluttered attic, where the sound of a beating heart and a sinister piano rendition of "The Wedding March" can be heard. Among the brick-a-brac are several pieces of wedding paraphernalia and decor, and five different marriage paintings, depicting the same bride but with a different groom in each.

Daffy: (Picks up an old wedding bouquet) "Porky, I think we've stumbled upon the ghostly garage sale of eternal love!"

Porky: (Jumps at the sound of the piano) "D-Daffy, s-shouldn't we get out of here before we see the b-bride herself?"

Daffy: (Ignoring the creepy vibe) "Don't worry, Porky! If she needs a best man, I've got the moves to make any spectral wedding unforgettable!"

Porky: (Eyes the groom portraits nervously) "D-Daffy, I-I don't think she's looking for a dance partner."

Daffy: (Winks) "Ah, but she hasn't met Daffy Duck yet!"

As Porky and Daffy watch, the heads of each of the grooms disappear, only to reappear moments later.

Daffy: (Startled by the disappearing heads) "Well, Porky, it seems our ghostly hosts are really into the whole 'now you see 'em, now you don't' routine!"

Porky: (Nods frantically) "Y-yes, and I think we've seen enough! Let's g-get out of here before we become part of the furniture!"

Daffy: (Puts the bouquet down) "Alright, if you insist, but we're not leaving until I get a dance with that ghostly pianist! He's playing my jam!"

Porky: (Pulls Daffy away) "D-Daffy, no! We need to stick together!"

After passing the source of the music, a broken-down piano with an invisible pianist (only a shadow of a man cast on the wall and keys), we come face-to-face with the ghost of the bride, Constance Hatchaway.

Constance Hatchaway: “In sickness and in… wealth. You may now kiss the bride. We’ll live happily ever after. Till death do us part. Here comes the bride. As long as we both shall live. For better or for… worse. I do. I did.”

She laughs while, periodically, a spectral hatchet appears in her hands.

Daffy: (Startled by the bride's appearance) "Well, Porky, it seems we've found the belle of the ball! Or should I say, the belle of the… bells?"

Porky: (Trembling) "D-Daffy, I don't think she's in the mood for jokes. And w-what's with the hatchet?"

Daffy: (Nervously swallows) "Ah, you know, Porky. Just a little something for the bouquets. Now, remember, we're just here to mingle, not to get hitched… or hitched-up to a ghostly hearse, that is!"

Porky: (Pulls Daffy's arm) "I-I think we should keep moving, Daffy. This party is getting a bit too… permanent for my taste."

Daffy: (Reluctantly) "Fine, but if she wants a rematch of 'The Duck with the Golden Hatchet,' I'm game!"

Daffy and Porky escape from the attic through a window.

Following leaving the Attic window, the Doombuggies move down the balcony outside the house and down a flight of stairs backwards. A raven caws at guests from a tree branch. The shapes of rising spirits can be seen everywhere.

Daffy: (Looks around nervously) "Porky, I think we've got an audience out here!"

Porky: (Whispers) "D-Daffy, we should get out of here before they realize we're not ghosts too!"

Daffy: "Don't worry, I've got a plan!"

Upon reaching the ground, the graveyard Caretaker can be seen with his dog, the two of them utterly petrified by the sight before them.

Daffy: (Eyes widening) "Oh no, Porky! The Caretaker's seen us! Quick, we've got to blend in!"

Porky: (Panics) "B-blend in? With the ghosts? D-Daffy, I don't think that's a g-good idea!"

Daffy: (Pulls out an invisible sheet) "Don't worry, I've got the perfect disguise! We're just a couple of spooky spirits out for a joyride!"

Porky: (Looks at Daffy skeptically) "An invisible sheet is going to convince him we're ghosts?"

Daffy: "It's not the size of the sheet that matters, Porky, it's the size of the fright we can put in it!"

Porky: (Trembling) "I-I don't think it's working, Daffy! He's still looking at us!"

Music is all around, while playful spooks pop-up from behind their tombstones. To the left, a group of five phantoms play a flute, a horn, a bagpipe, a harp, and pound on a tombstone to create an unearthly vibe. A King and Queen balance on a see-saw while a Duchess swings from a tree branch while she drinks a cup of tea. In the very back a skeletal wolf is seen howling at the moon.

Daffy: (Nods confidently) "Look, Porky, we just need to get in the groove! Watch and learn!"

Daffy starts to dance and sway with the invisible sheet over them both, mimicking the ghosts' movements.

Porky: (Eyes wide) "D-Daffy, I-I don't think we're fooling anyone!"

Daffy: (Maintaining his dance) "Fake it 'til you make it, buddy! Now, let's get this party hopping!"

On the other side of the path, five Singing Busts come into view, bearing very vividly lit, expressive faces as they sing:

♪ When the crypt doors creak ♪ ♪ And the tombstones quake ♪ ♪ Spooks come out for a singing wake ♪ ♪ Happy haunts materialize ♪ ♪ And begin to vocalize ♪ ♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize ♪ ♪ Now don't close your eyes ♪ ♪ And don't try to hide ♪ ♪ Or a silly spook may sit by your side ♪ ♪ Shrouded in a daft disguise ♪ ♪ They pretend to terrorize ♪ ♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize ♪ ♪ As the moon climbs high o'er dead oak tree ♪ ♪ Spooks arrive for the midnight spree ♪ ♪ Creepy creeps with eerie eyes ♪ ♪ Start to shriek and harmonize ♪ ♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out socialize ♪ ♪ When you hear the knell of a requiem bell ♪ ♪ Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell ♪ ♪ Restles bones etherealize ♪ ♪ Rise as spooks of every size ♪

Other ghosts materialize, gathering around a hearse and drinking tea. A Mummy sits in his sarcophagus, trying to make contact with an elderly spirit who is just too deaf to understand him. Two "Phantoms of the Opera" blast their ghostly voices into the night. A Beheaded Knight, his Executioner, and his Prisoner all sing as a trio, while the poor ghost behind them tombs himself up. Our hero's Doom buggy enters the Mausoleum at the end of the Graveyard sequence where they are immediately "greeted" by the Raven who caws at guests while perching on the door to the Mausoleum.

Daffy: (Ducks under the sheet) "Porky, stay cool! We're just blending in with the local talent!"

Porky: (Tries to mimic the ghosts' dance) "D-Daffy, I d-don't know if this is going to work!"

Daffy: "Keep moving, Porky! Remember, you're not a porker, you're a por-ghoul!"

Porky: (Gulps) "R-right, I'm a por-ghoul… I've got this."

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Ah, there you are! And just in time… there’s a little matter I forgot to mention. Beware of Hitchhiking Ghosts!"

They pass by three hitchhiking spirits; a Traveler, a Skeleton and a Prisoner.

Daffy: (Spots the Hitchhiking Ghosts) "Well, if it isn't the welcoming committee! Hello, fellas! Need a ride?"

Porky: (Panicking) "D-Daffy, d-don't talk to them!"

The Doom Buggy passes by a wall of mirrors showing that the Hitchhikers are sitting in the vehicles along with Daffy and Porky.

Porky: (Stammers) "D-Daffy, they're in our b-buggy!"

Daffy: (Laughs nervously) "Oh, they're just hitching a ride, Porky! They probably want to see the rest of the park!"

Porky: (Panics) "B-but we're not in a car! We're in a d-Doombuggy!"

Daffy: "Porky, don't you know anything about ghost etiquette? They're just giving us a little thrill before we drop them off!"

Porky: (Tries to shoo the ghosts away) "P-please, no! We're not ghostbusters!"

Daffy: (Shrugs) "Well, I've always fancied myself as a bit of a ghost… chauffeur!"

Porky: (Eyes wide) "D-Daffy, they're holding onto us!"

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "They have selected you to fill our quota, and they’ll haunt you until you return!"

A very small being only around the size of a doll. She wears a white satin dress with a long, non-transparent hood, often mistaken for a veil, of the same material. She has visible long blue hair and glowing pale blue skin. stands atop the ledge of the crypt holding a bouquet of dead flowers. She is Little Leota, the Ghostess.

Little Leota: “Hurry back. Hurry back. Be sure to bring your death certificate, if you decide to join us. Make final arrangements now! We've been dying… to have you…".

The Ghost Host (offscreen): "Now I will raise the safety bar, and a ghost will follow you home!"

The safety bar is risen and Daffy and Porky disembarks their Doom Buggy. As they head for the exit, we hear the ghosts sing this following passage:

♪ If you would like to join our jamboree ♪ ♪ There's a simple rule that's compulsory ♪ ♪ Mortals pay a token fee ♪ ♪ Rest in peace, the haunting's free ♪ ♪ So hurry back, we would like your company ♪

Daffy: (Looks over his shoulder at the Hitchhiking Ghosts) "Porky, I don't think they're taking 'no' for an answer!"

Porky: (Frantically waving his hands) "D-Daffy, we've got to get rid of them! They're going to scare the bacon out of us!"

Daffy: (Panicking) "Alright, Porky, if you say so! Let's make like a ghost and boogie!"

Porky: (Flapping his arms) "B-but how do ghosts boogie?"

Daffy: (Sprinting away) "I'm making it up as I go along! Just keep up, or you'll be the next spirit in their spectral scrapbook!"

Porky: (Chases after Daffy) "D-Daffy, w-wait for me!"

Daffy and Porky run off into the sunset.

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