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Bonne soirée 💃💙🕺

Lyre Le Temps 🎶 Party Raiser

(Prohibition Swing)

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iris during the watch party today <3 ft smiley me

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Clooney wrote of the "profound moment" the country is currently in, noting how just last month he hosted the "single largest fundraiser supporting any Democratic candidate ever, for President Biden's re-election." "I love Joe Biden," Clooney wrote. "As a senator. As a vice president and as president. I consider him a friend, and I believe in him. Believe in his character. Believe in his morals. In the last four years, he’s won many of the battles he’s faced." "But the one battle he cannot win is the fight against time," he continued. "None of us can. It’s devastating to say it, but the Joe Biden I was with three weeks ago at the fund-raiser was not the Joe “big F—ing deal” Biden of 2010. He wasn’t even the Joe Biden of 2020. He was the same man we all witnessed at the debate." Regarding the debate, in which the 81-year-old President stumbled continually, Clooney wrote that "our party leaders need to stop telling us that 51 million people didn’t see what we just saw." "We’re all so terrified by the prospect of a second Trump term that we’ve opted to ignore every warning sign. The George Stephanopoulos interview only reinforced what we saw the week before. As Democrats, we collectively hold our breath or turn down the volume whenever we see the president, who we respect, walk off Air Force One or walk back to a mic to answer an unscripted question," he wrote.

George Clooney calls on Biden to drop out to "save democracy" — just weeks after hosting fundraiser

George Clooney has nothing to gain and everything to lose, by telling the truth right now. Politicians and their supporters hold grudges for eternity. He’s speaking up and saying this now, knowing exactly what the stakes are for him, and for our country.

This is what I’ve been wanting to know. This is what the campaign has been hiding from us: WE all saw that President Biden had a bad night. The question the demands an answer is: was it a bad night? Or has time and age caught up with the president? Are we going to believe our lying eyes, or clap louder?

We don’t vote for just a president; we vote for an administration. For the most part, this administration has been fantastic, more progressive than I ever dreamed, to say nothing of rebuilding a nation out of the wreckage of four years of Trump.

And all of that is going to be burned to ash if President Biden can’t mount an effective campaign to defeat fascism and its leader. Since the debate, the campaign has kept him behind teleprompters and away from unscripted interactions. That’s alarming, and a tacit admission that he can’t fight like he once did, that the person we saw at the debate is the person he is most of the time.

If we lose this election, America will be plunged into decades of authoritarian, theocratic, christian nationalist fascism. The stakes will never be higher, and President Biden and his team need to do what is best for the country.

We will not win this election by clapping louder and gaslighting ourselves. We need — this crisis demands — a candidate who can clearly and easily refute Trump’s lies, and simply and clearly explain to voters what the stakes of this election are. The 2020 Joe Biden could do that; the 2024 Joe Biden doesn't seem to be capable of that, anymore, and that puts our entire nation and way of life at risk. George Clooney is telling us that he literally just saw, privately, what we all saw in public, and it was not a one-off. He also reveals that every single elected Democrat he talks to agrees with him, but they are too afraid to speak up. That’s horrifying, and I desperately hope it isn’t true.

But if George Clooney is telling us a hard truth, risking the wrath of countless powerful political players, and we should listen to him; not because he is rich and famous, but because he was literally in a room with President Biden and his supporters, and is now on the record that the President Biden we saw at the debate is not a guy with a cold or whatever, and now journalists can follow up with other people who were there to confirm or deny George Clooney’s observations.

These are tough questions that demand answers, now, because we are four months out and this shouldn’t be close, at all. America hates Trump, and he has lost every election since 2018 as a result.

President Biden and the Democrats need to run up huge margins in Michigan, Georgia, Nevada, Arizona, and Ohio, to overcome the inevitable MAGA fuckery. We need a candidate who is fifteen points ahead of Trump, not someone who has been in the margin of error for his entire presidency -- which is fucking insane when you look at all of Trump’s felonies, judgments, impending trials, and all of his corrupt criminality that the SCOTUS MAGA Majority twisted itself into knots to protect.

This should be a landslide against Trump and MAGA. It’s close because the candidate running against him isn’t -- likely can’t -- be out there, every day, banging the podium and forcing a change in the narrative. 

Did you see my governor after the debate disaster? He was on fire. That guy would destroy Trump in a debate. Vice President Harris would be laser focused on prosecuting the case against him. President Biden is the only candidate who Trump could drag into a fucking dick waving contest about golf scores when the fucking future of American Democracy is at stake. There is not a single other credible candidate who would take that bait. My god.

President Biden has done so much more than I ever thought possible. He doesn’t get credit for all his progressive achievements, for pulling America out of a economic calamity (caused by Trump and his allies), forgiving student debt, his appointments to the FCC, FTC, and other regulatory agencies that had been captured by industry during the Trump regime.

All of that will be wiped out in a matter of days, if Trump seizes power again.

George Clooney is warning us that President Biden doesn’t have the stamina and focus to win reelection and secure not just his legacy but the future of our country. He is saying out loud and as publicly as possible that we are not crazy, that we really did see what we saw.

This is DEFCON 1 for Democracy. This isn’t politics as usual. This is a moment of tremendous existential danger that only gets worse with each passing day. IF President Biden remains the candidate, I will vote for him, obviously. But I hope that he will fire everyone involved in preparing him for the debate, because they failed him, they failed America, and if Biden is going to take the fight to Trump and MAGA the way he needs to, it he needs a team who understand who they are fighting against, how to punch Trump in the nose, and what the stakes are.

[ju-nebugg]

a complete (and ever-evolving) list of the many titles of mr. henley whispers

because Henry Shields is a genius and all of this deserves to be documented

Henley Whispers

aka the Turbulent Wind

aka the Storm Before the Calm

aka Lithe Spirit

aka Lord of the Prance

aka Bowfingerer

aka the Bark Knight

aka Work Hard Fae Hard

aka Coyote Handsome

aka Tree Weird

aka the Gorse Whisperer

aka the Arrow-ma Therapist

aka Aragorn-al Activity

aka Quiver Phoenix

aka Jack of All Trades, Master of All Trades

aka Tree Willy

aka Dave Fern

aka Soft-Core Faun-ography

aka Forest Whitaker

aka Notorious Tree-IG

aka Mr. Yumnus

aka Ranger Danger

aka Lust of Wind

aka Parry Hotter

aka Pollen Farrell

aka The Wood, The Bard and the Smugly

aka the Longest Bard

aka Daft Skunk

aka Brodo Swaggins

aka Dismay in a Ranger

aka Harriet Shrubman

aka Jeffrey Archer

aka Fen Diagram

aka Look Who’s Tolkien

aka Fennel May Care

aka the Grass Samurai

aka Chloro-Phil Spector

aka Woody Allen

aka Thelonius Trunk

aka the Moss Adjuster

aka See No Weevil

aka the Branch Manager

aka the Flower of Hotland

the ✨ rhymes ✨:

human ranger, damage dealer, story weaver, owl deceiver

human ranger, goblin killer, pale ale swiller, dream journal filler

human ranger, rabble rouser, full of heart, devoid of trouser

human ranger, hidden stranger, friend of danger, dark avenger

human ranger, expert juggler, against the chains which bind us struggler

human ranger, loot stringer, shameless swinger, on da funk bringer

human ranger, check bouncer, espresso mispronouncer 

human ranger, rule flouter, truth spouter, earthworm doubter

human ranger, poker player, that which others won’t say sayer

human ranger, trendsetter, otter petter, in-joke getter

human ranger, blame dodger, advertising for a lodger

human ranger, cheeky chancer, always-on-the-off-beat dancer

human ranger, truth spinner, under-7s judo winner

human ranger, time waster, different brands of water taster

human ranger, hog roaster, subtle boaster, party ghoster 

human ranger, crystal healer, your-layers-like-an-onion peeler

human ranger, hell raiser, into-the-abyss gazer

human ranger, lithe linguist, sensual astrologist

human ranger, bugbear wrestler, established-societal-norm questioner

human ranger, tune hummer, every-known-fear overcomer

human ranger, knowledge gleaner, has the grass that’s always greener

human ranger, deer consumer, vole beguiler, badger groomer

human ranger, havoc wreaker, noted after dinner speaker

human ranger, cattle roper, inter-species interloper

human ranger, prey pouncer, fearless fighter, local counselor

deer stalker, fox glover, the one you’re with lover

black run skier, caged bird freer, the-change-you-want-to-see-in-the-world be-er

human ranger, eldritch blaster, surreptitious podcaster

human ranger, villain injurer, power broker, serial milliner

human ranger, wild reaver, what-a-tangled-web-we-weaver

human ranger, seed sower, flower goer, the-distance goer

human ranger, head turner, butter churner, bridge burner

human ranger, shameless liar, rule defier, hair dyer

human ranger, misbehav-er, always-against-the-grain shaver

human ranger, beast enrager, strong orator, up-upstager

human ranger, owlbear slayer, soothsayer, the-field player

human ranger, quick-quip punner, villain stunner, long-con runner

human ranger, heedless cur, own-job-interview saboteur

human ranger, of-wind guster, no-one truster, goat buster

human ranger, slightly odd, wistful, winsome beetle god

human ranger, well-worn traveler, yarn spinner, peascods gatherer

human ranger, daring dazzler, risk taker, mystery raveler

TRUE FACTS ABOUT HENLEY:

he believes that any bird singing in the forest is doing it specifically for him (and birds don’t sing when he’s not there)

he trims his pubic hair into the word “shazam”

he keeps a dream journal (but if he has a nightmare, he ignores it and makes up something nice)

he writes really bad poetry (short, broken sentences, “rupi kaur style”)

he’s been using Ghoul’s Gruel as anti-aging cream (it doesn’t work)

his spirit animal is himself

he pronounces espresso like “ethpretho”

he has a bad feeling about worms in general

he howls at the moon

he pretends to understand all inside jokes

he’s very concerned about the mortgage repayments on his house

he always dances on the off beat in order to stand out in the club

he’s the reigning champion of the under-7s judo competition in his local area

he can tell the difference between brands of water (and he has very strong opinions about them)

he leaves parties without telling people and then comes back in disguise to talk about the fact that he left

he uses healing crystals

he gazes into the abyss until it gazes back because he wants the attention

he uses “sensual astrology” to try and seduce people

he has every known fear (the exposure therapy backfired)

he shaves (against the grain) with a sword (your hair doesn’t grow in hell. he does it anyway.)

he always has the greenest grass (he steals any grass he sees that’s greener than his own)

he runs a grooming business for badgers (“what does he get in return from the badgers?” “…friends”)

he’s an accomplished after-dinner speaker

he tried to hibernate with badgers and they kicked him out

he majored in drawing in sand with sticks

he’s a bed wetter

he always bets all in when playing poker

he is a leading member of the “pithy council” (it’s just him and a ferret getting together to recite pithy sayings)

he will love the one YOU’RE with (aka sleep with your wife)

when someone asks him a difficult question, he turns and runs

he thinks he’s been leaving episodes of a podcast called “whispers on the air” in various rocks and twigs on their journey, but he doesn’t have the spell for it so he’s just been talking to inanimate objects

he has an unhealthy obsession with hats

he sleeps in a web

he invented a kind of long distance running called long distance fleeing (26 miles = safety)

he burns every bridge he crosses

henley (a natural blonde) dyes his hair blonde (his natural hair color) so people will think he has grays because he’s older and more mature than he really is

he must always be upstaging someone

he has an inexplicable hatred of goats and, similarly, an inexplicable love of sea turtles

he has been acting as the god for a family of beetles (he can give you seed)

[fuumiku]

Day 2 : Role Swap

Ok I have thoughts for this one bear with me. He’s a mage with a half-foot guild still but his activism is especially targeted towards half-foot mages specifically since they’re rare and so looked down upon (and the two are correlated).

Marcille scouts out places all Tomb Raiser style for lost treasures and knowledge, keeps maps and written info etc in her book. She’s still much of a scholar but more in an archeologist sense, she wants to discover the truth of dungeons and see if it could revolutionize the world. She’s a buildings and engineering nerd instead of magic nerd. She hypes herself up as a passionate cool rogue adventurer like in books✨ Chil thinks it’s a silly and unstable profession. All her um, grace and agility when doing headstands and dancing are coming through with this new role of hers.

Chil does need to borrow mana and so they hold hands a lot. I am so taking advantage of the mana transfer thing. "I’m out of mana, you’re an elf and you never use magic, give some to me! You have so much, don’t be selfish!!" -inparty fight breaks out as he chases after her and she runs away- I imagine that’s just kinda how he and half-foot mages roll? Dunmeshi-typical worldbuilding monologue that explains how "Most people don’t even use their mana, they don’t even learn magic. If you give me your mana I’ll be able to do more magic, win-win, no harm done." I imagine you have to be magic-savvy to be able to transfer mana to someone but it’s fine he can just steal it methinks 🌟 So he gets to be the one who’s very casual about physical touch. He does NOT want to be a healer it stresses him out but ah shit there Falin goes.

More AU details under cut

You’ve heard of onion knight now get ready for onion mage Y’know the saddest part of mage Chilchuck is that he wouldn’t use explosion spells

You know how Marcille uses her staff to grab people by the neck or head sometimes… Chilchuck would have a free choking stick he can use to make people listen to him. He can REACH THEIR NECKS. It doubles as a walking stick for his old man back… /j And a weapon, sort of. I think staff more than lance, but long weapons like that suit him I think. Holding the monster at bay with a 4 feet long stick like "Stay BACK!! Go for my party members shoo shoo!!!!"

From my observations, staffs for magic all have a ‘hole’ at one end, oh size, shape, material and form varying. For example both Marcille and Rin have a similar hoop, but Falin’s is a lantern which imo the metal frame of it and the glass form this hole I’m speaking of. Maybe it’s like, the staff condenses the magic inside the hole and helps channel it and give it form? What I’m saying here is I didn’t decide what it was made out of but I like to think it’s carved wood so it can be homemade but unique to him.

Marcille and Chil both fight in battles, but he stays where it’s safer and does long distance spells only. Marcile uses daggers probably… But yeah her role’s more being a scout rather than a fighter, while Chil’s role is being a magical fighter and his expertise on magical creatures and such.

I think he’d be self-taught, where it’s his own magic system… I think he likes theory more than vibes and working at the whims of creatures, so maybe elven with an half-foot script? He doesn’t seem like the type to get buddy-buddy with spirits much A bit like his cowl it’s like he always has a part of home with him a bit with his half-foot magic… He’d have sucked at the beginning, it’s pretty experimental magic, but he made it work and tbh he’s a Big Deal for it. Learning on the field ofc ofc he’s no honor student

I think the racial prejudices tension would be worse, because he’d be nervous of the whole ‘half-foots who get too curious about dark magic get taken away’, and I think as a half-elf who doesn’t do magic it might be uncomfortable for her to deal with how the half-foot is better at it than her and how her mana would have had better use with him instead of her? Idk brainstorming. I def think she’d habe more of a complex about being a half-elf… Still with existential dread and still Hopes to find a cure to death, but she goes about it through artefacts etc rather than magic. I’m unsure how her career would turn out that wqy exactly because job stability and academia are important to her, but yeah I think she went to school on an agricultural and history level and focused her research on that front? And then she could become that adventurer scholar who explores to pierce secrets of the world and ancient civilizations trope yeah I think that’s the angle.

Maybe his plans for the future after quitting being a dungeon diver would be teacher/mentor instead of shopkeeper 🤔 One one hand oh god have mercy on his blood pressure, on the other he likes contributing to his community and would want to encourage half-foot mages and pass down his knowledge and expertise I think. Empty nest syndrome where…- OHHH mage Meijack……. I was thinking becayse Meijack followed in his footsteps in canon but it could suit Puckpatti and Flertom too… Their dad would have shown them some magic tricks hehe. They can be a magical girl trio in my heart, Powerpuff Girls energy…

A rogue has gotta be able to make intricate af braids and updos with their fingers (ignore how in canon Chil is just barely decent at them nvm). I was thinking maybe one of Marcille’s lockpicks is Ambrosia-shaped… Or maybe it’s an hairpin. Maybe she keeps her lockpicks as pins in her hair but they’re easy to grab… Getting more gimmicky by the second but my heart yearns for it I cannot lie. I ended up doing something close to canon for Marcille’s outfits but at first I imagined she’d wear stuff more akin elven fashion, short dress with pants, light material, though also with a leather armor breastblate. She has long gloves like the ones that look fancy, maybe even up her upper arm rather than just forearm ooh… Also her little pouch, which actually contains stuff this time around (lockpicks). They still have matching pouches yay

In that last doodle Chilchuck weaved her a little familiar with twigs… So it is magical but it’s hers, and it’s a second stand-in for Ambrosia. Maybe a golem… It’s very silly and prob not real in the au but the thought of it is really cute. Someone on the discord said Fantastical Beasts Pickett which yesss lmao, it’s like a pokemon for "(lock)pick it!" I love arts and crafts Chilchuck so much. Sew clothes. Weave twigs. Woodcarve. Necromance a frankenstein. He can make himself a new wife (/J I AM SO /J)

— Also for Izutsumi: I think the reverse of a ninja is a bard. Take that as you will. Angry bard who grew up in a troupe……

[keoni-chan]

And on that Roof Raiser, it's time to end Samuel's round.

I expected more drama this round, but ROS has been downright benevolent. Mind you, Samuel did invite both Kieran and Zoey for the engagement party, but they both declined. Interesting... Samuel also rolled the want to flirt with Ivar, but we are definitely not touching that mess.

I am kind of disappointed. Samuel and Zoey stirred up this whole mess, and the only want he rolled about her was: "Oh golly gee, I hope she doesn't die, lol. 💁" Ugh.

I also thought that inviting both Ivar and Gabriel would cause some tension, but they were both very civilized.

💼 Screen Time Cinema reached Rank 6

💰Taxes were §1.000

➡️ Next up: Luna and Selena Grey!

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https://imgur.com/a/XmPvYd3

My game crashed and my pc almost burnt. You should share this to save people

I appreciate the heads up, but I’m gonna have to say this isn’t rlly gonna stop anyone from putting shit in their games, or on their computer they probably shouldn’t.

Tbh, these counts are pretty low considering this creator, although the flowers being higher poly than a whole ass piano is an eyebrow raiser. 😂

Regardless, there could be a lot of other reasons games crash, and PC’s overheated. The previews being obviously taken in something else other than the game it was “intended” for should pretty much tell you it’s only meant for rigs that have the hardware to render detailed 3D objects. Though creators should be a bit more clear about that in their descriptions, ppl who use, or want to use mods/cc should know by now it comes with risks, even EA issues a warning for using them under their terms of use.

Making sure your PC ( esp if it’s a laptop ) is clean inside and out, well ventilated, and cooled is just a given if you do any kind of gaming, but even more so if you mod it or use things like Reshade. Turning Vsync on, or using a third party app to limit frames also helps, esp if you’ve got a newer GPU, you don’t need to be pulling 1000+ fps playing The Sims, I promise.

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Elizabeth and Jason want to warmly invite you to their residence called 'Edge of Woods' in the Catskills of New York for a housewarming and wedding. The wooded property has a 100 year old farm house, mountain views from it's own perch, and 20 acres of a now-working farm with barn and gardens. The festivities will feature a Christmas themed party to join their union. Hot cocoa bar and fresh popcorn will keep you warm, while classic holiday music will be played and a sit down family dinner reception will bring nostalgia.

everyone is invited!

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@tarondavideggerton @hxmmngs @famejauregui @hale-raiser

@quokkacheekz @srahpaulsons @glenpowcll @olvivarodrigo

@kane-addie @m-mount @isabelafame @aridebxse @ycoas

@haileyxrhode @jbkrasinski @jecnjvngkcok @ncssam

@clinesmaddie @aycias @ryanrodneyrs @rhxariplxy @chrisinfame

@sebastianseb @famebyfenty @hayleyfame @svthanisims

@cate-eblanchett @zcndcyas @garethsouthgate-hf @bangchvns

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[melsie-sims2]

The wedding party was a roof raiser, exactly what Jamar and Krinn were hoping for.

"I hope everyone had a fantastic time," she said as she ate some turkey. "I really wanted this to be the party of a generation. I want them to talk about it for years!"

"Oh, I'm sure they will," Jamar replied with a chuckle. "Although no one got in a fist fight... so I don't know... maybe that'll be a point against us."

"We should've invited Noah," Krinn quipped back.

They both laughed.

[famepine]

@hale-raiser

Figured at this point and time I needed to say hi. We have so manu people in common and never been properly aquainted. Even sadly at your own birthday party

[coimbrabertone]

Le Mans vs. Daytona, Two Sides of the Endurance Racing Coin.

A bit of a belated blog on the 2024 24 Hours of Le Mans, how it compares to the other major 24-hour race - the Rolex 24 at Daytona - and how IMSA and WEC differ.

First things first, sports car racing in general is at a peak right now.

The largest prototype fields in decades, interclass competition of sorts with LMDh/GTP cars on one end and Hypercars on the other, and equally diverse GT3 fields to go with it. It's not a competition between IMSA and WEC as far as I'm concerned, both series collaborated on these regulations and that has benefitted endurance racing as a whole.

That being said, I've noticed some differences between the two, and I've had some discussions with friends about it lately.

The crux is this: the Rolex 24 at Daytona is the curtain raiser for the racing season, where drivers from every discipline from Formula One to NASCAR to half the Indycar field, plus all the regular cast of characters from endurance racing come to play. It's all within the confines of a 2.5-mile oval with big grandstands and clear sightlines, and the lights are all over the track, meaning you can see all the action pretty well. It's also in Daytona Beach a few weeks ahead of the Daytona 500.

Daytona is a party, a celebration of motorsport to kick off the next season of racing.

Le Mans, meanwhile, is a beacon of history. The start-finish line is where it has always been, the Dunlop Bridge has outlasted Dunlop itself making racing tyres, and it's an old school reminder to when those types of circular bridges were all over racing. Then onto the Mulsanne, the long, dark highway, with bits of civilization interspersed with woods, a theme with continues in the back half of the track. Some corners are named after historic tracks, like Indianapolis, others are named after the marques which defined era of Le Mans history - Corvette, Porsche, and Ford in particular.

Corvette, which has dominated GT racing at Le Mans for decades now.

Porsche, which is the most successful brand at Le Mans, and

Ford, who went back-to-back-to-back-to-back in the late 60s with the GT40, and then returned with the GT1 and GTE models in more recent decades.

That dedication to history shows in the broadcast too, with the broadcast often cutting to Tom Kristensen for interviews or by harkening back to similar events in Le Mans' past. Obviously, that's something that comes up in all racing broadcasts, but it was very apparent at Le Mans this year.

For the record, I'm not saying that's bad, this blog is proof that I'm a massive nerd when it comes to racing history, and I love that, I'm just noting it's a difference.

The crowd burning a couch in celebration after the 12 Hours of Sebring? Fans celebrating the misadventures of the Sean Creech Motorsports American flag Ligier LMP2 with its many cautions at Daytona and now Watkins Glen? You don't really see that at Le Mans.

In fact, there was one very fun thing from the 2023 Le Mans that was missing this year: the Garage 56 NASCAR. Now, i understand that was a one-off thing, and I do get the impression that the hydrogen car they showed off before the race - which was numbered #24, just like the NASCAR had been - was supposed to be a G56 entry for this year but they couldn't quite get it working yet, so I know that it's a bit of an unfair criticism to levy against Le Mans.

Still, 2023 had the big Camaro memes, the V8 sound, all those Freebird on the Mulsanne edits, it made Le Mans more fun.

And of course, Le Mans is fun even without those things - ferris wheels, fireworks, and, you know, the whole twenty-four hours of motor racing thing - all make for appointment television for racing nerds like me, but it is something I've noticed coming out of the 2024 race.

So does Le Mans need to change? No, i don't think so.

I like seeing cars coming down the Mulsanne, I like seeing the Ferrari hypercar racing against Toyota in addition to all the cars that do both IMSA and WEC, I like the announcers getting increasingly delirious as it gets into the night stint, and I like the fact that Valentino Rossi is now a BMW GT3 driver who competed at Le Mans.

The Rolex 24 at Daytona is probably more fun that Le Mans and its position on the calendar probably lets it get a handful of one-off drivers that may not be able to do Le Mans, but Le Mans also attracts plenty of unique talent as well. Ferrari doesn't do IMSA, nor does Toyota, nor does Valentino Rossi.

Would I like them to? Absolutely.

Am I fine with just having two different, successful endurance racing series on either side of the Atlantic? Absolutely. It's like the modern version of CART vs. Formula One as far as I'm concerned, only this time, I'm in a position to enjoy it.

So yeah, there are some things I prefer about IMSA, but there's plenty I love about Le Mans as well.

Hell, the fact that after the sister Ferrari won last year, we got to see the #50 Ferrari of Nicklas Nielsen, Miguel Molina, and Antonio Fuoco win. Both cars have now won Le Mans, and this means that last year's Antonio Giovinazzi, and this year's Antonio Fuoco - two drivers I've followed since the mid-to-late 2010s when they were actively in the open wheel junior series - are both Le Mans winners.

That's cool. I love the fact that drivers can fulfill their dream of winning for Ferrari, not just in Formula One, but now at Le Mans too. It's a great time to see, and between this and Indycar, I'm developing a lot of hope for talented junior drivers without F1 prospects.

Hell, on that very note, Felipe Drugovich raced at Le Mans for Action Express Cadillac this year, which seems to be his first time back in a major racing series since his F2 title campaign. Glad to see him back behind the wheel, just wish it went better for him.

Anyway, this last weekend of racing was a bit of a dud for me and I find myself busy yet again, so I'll leave the blogpost here, but do let you know what you think!

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party: Halloween Hijinks

Mabel’s Sour to Sweet Halloween

Mabel Pines was not having a good night to say the very least and to think it had started off so well even. She had been invited to a halloween party and she decided to dress up for the occasion in a Playboy bunny outfit which did wonders showing off her stunning form. Her date loved her costume, especially considering how he he eyed her chest which was something she was plenty used to as she loved turning heads and making jaws drop, man and woman alike after puberty had really been a jackpot for her. Unfortunately, her mood soured quickly as it became obvious her boy of the week, not at a stage where his face and name were worth remembering,had only one thing on his mind because of course it was this sort of bullshit she was used to.

Now Mabel may act like she was ditzy, if not a total airheaded bimbo but past failed romances had made her more observant especially since that fateful summer when she was 12 going on 13. So when she noticed the guy slip something into her drink, she immediately asks the bartender for an angel shot while motioning to her soon to be expecting a night of misery pending being dumped date. the bartender nodded in understanding of course and even swapped the drinks for good measure, before motioning to the back office where Mabel went, sat there and waited. While the bartender made a call to the local department, She was annoyed and frustrated that another date went downhill.

Honestly, she blamed the reputation she had and it was easy to see what she meant. Ever since puberty hit and her breasts grew into blimps, she had had a reputation spread by bitter, jealous girls who were clearly just upset that their boys couldn't keep their eyes on them and of of her. Her first plan was to go home, pop open a beer, and finger one out to her favorite Zigzag short vid or film for the night. Unfortunately, that went downhill as she found a text telling her that her brother/roomate, who was the only ride she had as he had a licence, was going back to their pace with a baddie on his arm.

While a part of her was upset, another was glad her brother was finding someone to have fun with, when it was at this point, the officer who was sent to handle her situation, none other than Krillin, finally arrived and loaded the guy into the back seat of his cruiser, while Mabel rode in front figuring the compact cop wouldn’t mind helping her out. As the raiser drove on down along the nighttime streets, She couldn’t be help but eye Krillin and recognized his face, having thought he seemed kind of familiar. Though she highly doubted this is the same guy who was none other Don Juan Sanchez, the famous a human porn star of many of Double Z’s growing library of human dude on furry female works, but she could see too many similarities. And given her current level of pent up frustration, it was giving her some naughty ideas….

Deciding to play it cool and steady, She asked if he was upset, having noticed the slight deadpan look on the cop’a face with Krillin answering that he originally had plans to go trick or treating with his wife and daughter. But of course because apparently a co worker decided to be a total jackass and get drunk instead of showing up for work, he was now stuck covering the moron’s shift. Feeling sympathetic and rather bold in wanting to play out one of her Juan Sanchez fantasies, Mabel offered up a consolation prize, cupping and bouncing her large leotard clad melons in his face. Krillin looked at her with concern and said given what she nearly went through, he would be taking advantage, which only flattered the Pines girl.

Mabel assured him that she was plenty fine more, just disappointed at her bad luck with love. According to her as she shared her track record, She had only ever gotten this far 3 other times so yes she was fsr from any sort of slutwhore in spite of the body she was packing. The first guy jizzed his pants when he got her top off and ran out crying, like a little bitch while the second couldn't get it up, even with a shot from a defibrillator (family guy joke there, one of their good ones), and the third...well let's just say he was a freak and not in the real fun way, don’t ask. Seriously just don’t…..

Long story short, She just wanted to have some fun and it was Halloween for Pete’s sake. Krillin is quiet a moment before he picked up speaks some lingo into the radio before turning into a quiet, isolate dead end alley. In but a mere few minutes, her anticipation growing along with her arousal, Mabel wasted no time in seizing the opportunity presented before her as she pulls her costume open and got right down to business. Soon she was bouncing on Krillin's lap riding him hard and fast and loving every second of it, hearts glowing in her eyes as inches of glorious pussy pleasing womb hammering meat sank into her snatch.

In the midst of this rutting, she looksee at still drugged up dirtbag, still in the confines of the backseat, who may have been forgotten about, by Krillin at least but not by her, and the playboy bunny pines girl smiled lewdly and spitefully as flips him off. Making it clear to him that whether or not this is a dream, sh had found a better man who was doing it for her in ways he could never even imagine ad ooh did he blow his chance. The inside of the car was cramped but Krillin's small size proved a boon as they got ready to keep at it, much to Mabel’s sexy delight. She wasn’t sure if Krillin was in fact Don Juan Sanchez just yet but she felt he was passing off well enough t make it feel like she was living out a wet dream come to life.

Especially when Krillin would feast on Mabel's massive melons as she rode herself to completion, taking her in any and every which way possible in the confines of the cruiser’s front seat. Feeling every bit the horny, slutty bunny she was dressed like as she could see the bumping bulge in her stomach from how deep Krillin’s cock was reacting her womb, unable to help herself from sensually praising him and calling him Juan or Daddy. Orgasm rocking her, one after the other as she got herself quite a treat for putting out a trick for the compact stud cop. The police cruiser rocking and shaking, back and forth as the windows steamed up, her palms occasionally pressing and smearing the glass (eat your heart out Titanic).

After several rounds of passionate, orgasmic sexual ectasy, they finally stopped, fixing up their uniform or costume to seem presentable, and resumed the drive, heading back to Mabel’s place. Dropping her off and kissing her goodbye, much to her delight as she added a little tongue for good measure before waving him off and away. She entered her apartment and dropped to the bed, her body finally limp as the energy drain from her erotic quickie caught up to her, vaguely hearing the sound of her brother finishing up for the night. A big goofy smile on her face at the swel of victory thst bith Pines twins had gotten themselves some action his Halloween night, a classic tradition for them.

Meanwhile back at SCPD headquarters, his commanding officer and the ladies of his team were all watching in awe as they saw Krillin in action with Mabel. Never had they been more thankful for that secret set of mics and cameras they had installed in his cruiser, they’d been expecting a show when he made that dispatch call but goddamn!! They only wish he could’ve taken the Pines girl up in the alley but still he really made the most of the minutes he had. It definitely helped make up for having him work another shift on Halloween and reminded him why he was their favourite guy…..

18 meanwhile was watching via a secret feed of her own into the patrol car and looking over Mabel, wonders if she would be interested in working for Zigzag. She’d see about looking her up and getting into contact so they could disguise and make some arrangements, that is after she finished a little bean flicking. Ooh she was going to show Krillin a lot of love for this treat soon as he finished that beat but just seeing him in action like that? Really got her in the mood and made her fall in love with him all over again.

For those wondering, yes Krillin got real wild with his voyeuristic wife soon as he got home and the blonde had made her appointment with Mabel once she got in touch with her on social media. And made the busty Pines babe feel like she hit the jackpot when she confirmed for her that yes indeed, Krillin was in fact Don Juan Sanchez and she’d just done it with her favourite porn star. And should she be willing, she could see to it that she could get the chance again and again, as it just so happened Zigzag was looking to slight expand he human star roster. Mabel could only ask how soon could she start, much ti the kinky cyborg’s amusement as she made a new friend once more in the Krillin Lovers’ club…that Halloween night had been a real treat.

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A Howling Good Time

Loona just glowered as she was want to do like the moody, broody Hellhound she as she hung around at a local watering hole in Satan City, having come on over up the living world with the rest of IMP for Halloween, one of the very few times of the year Demons like them could walk about in the open without disguises. So being the pissed, surly possible teenager she was, she opted to spend time by herself just walking around in her au naturale hellhound form going from bar to bar, taking a few drinks to stave off her boredom. Honestly, she would rather be partying in Hell than up here with these boring knuckle heads, christ how she hated Earth, everyone around here was so fucking stupid. And she couldn’t get drunk fast and hard enough, they had some weak shit around here which of course made her plenty moody and surly

Her drinking in public eventually lead some trouble her way, her attention turning to find herself getting grabbed by nine other than Satan City’s own Samaritan cop, Krillin, who was in a foul enough mood himself at being stuck on duty on another Halloween night, just his damn luck. Thinking of him as a bald version of Moxxie, she paid him no mind and even attempted to swing her currently empty bottle at him in anger, only to freeze when he catches her hand like it was nothing. Realizing she's in genuine trouble, the lush Hellhound tried to run only to be tackled down and subdued, much to her growing frustration. Blitz was never going to let her head the end of this if he ever heard about it and she wasn’t too fucking drunk to know she had to think fast or she was screwed.

Loona, desperate enough snd maybe just a teeny bit fuelled by booze, started to put the moves on Krillin, attempting to get him to back off, after all there was no way a runt like him would be so bold right? However, to her surprise yet again, he returns the flirting attempts in kind and even spanks her. She actually enjoys it a bit being dominated and even asks, "Can I have another?" as she shuddered at the delicious sting of pain in her furry booty. Something about such assertive dominance combined with the taint of booze was stirring something within her…..and she liked it, a lot.

Krillin, having gotten the all clear from 18 to have fun tonight, started to pull her into an empty alley, a nice little isolate spot for some cosy privacy from prying eyes and ears which only mad her arousal increase in anticipation. Once they were in deep enough, he handcuffs her to a pipe for extra affect which the hellhound girl found to be really making her wet. Sensually panting as he lifted up her shirt to expose her furry titties and pried her shirt shirts off of her toned, luscious legs. Finding a sticky web like trail of nectar clinging between them and her slit which radiated with sexual heat, the compact cop threw them aside he then proceeded to kiss her, locking lips with her muzzle.

It was ths kiss alone that truly put her into Bitch in heat mode as she pushed her tongue back against his, feeling orgasmic and thenguy hadn’t even taken his dick out yet. But once he had, the sight of that length and girth far bigger than a guy his size and all should be allowed to was nothing compared when he started using it on her. Taking her from behind or flipping her over and pinning her to the wall, making her moan and howl in wanton ecstasy and abandon as inches of that big human cock railed and rammed into her hot wet snatch like a jackhammer. Loona's screams for more and her lust howls of pleasure started getting too loud to a degree that he had to muzzle her with his belt, wrapping the strap around her muzzle which she found really turned her on bad..

After a few rounds, Krillin is called on his radio to react to an apparent murder, Loona’s orgasm hazed brain likely figuring that had to be Blitzo and the M&M duo having done their job. He responds that he’ll be here to check out the scene as soon as possible, a quick apology to Loona for this fuck and run, a least made the time and effort to leave the keys to the cuffs, but in a bit of oversight the keys were out of her reach. Much to her annoyance as she slumped against the wall, limbs numb from pleasure and pussy gushing with hot, creamy manjuice oozing down her furry thighs. Biting her lip as she shuddered in the afterglow of post orgasmic stupor, annoying as she spat realising she forgot to even ask his damn name.

A few thugs who were cutting a shortcut through his way of course happened to find Loona in her current tied state and step up to approach her. The normally in control and aggressive, temperamental especially at most times, finds herself feeling particularly annoyed with the obvious intentions of this pack of assholes who assumed she was a horny slutty furry or just some bitch in a sexy costume to take shameless advantage of. Like she was about to be out through some cliche hentai gangfuck scenario like in those trashy porn comics they’d sell in lust and thanks to the cuffs and muzzle, her options for self defence were limited second to none. Just what she needed, she has maybe the best fuck from a guy who’d just met her and now these pricks were going to up and taint it all for their cheap ass thrills because they couldn’t even afford a woman to look their way.

Thankfully, the thugs were quickly and swiftly dealt by the timely arrival of nine other Moxxie and Millie, who proceeded to cap the motherfuckers in a way they never even saw it coming. Loona in relief and gratitude soon as they uncuffed her and got the belt off of her muzzle, suddenly kisses Moxxie, but she tries to shrug it off like it was no big deal. The sweet possum of course decided turnabout is fair play and kisses Loona himself even grinding on her a bit, letting the hellhound feel his size. realizing he is far bigger than she ever thought or realised. Even mentally him comparing to the stud who rocked her a short time ago but was annoyingly too sore to pursue, he’d just been that good.

Sensually biting and licking her lips at the sudden make out between the Hellhound girl and her husband, Millie helped Loona get dressed soon as they finally broke their kiss apart before they all go back to hell. Giving her furry booty a quick slap as the lair decided not to ask Loona what exactly happened to her that got her in that state to begin with. They’d all had a long night, the job was done and Halloween would be finishing up soon so they had to haul ass back home. Loona reminding her she’d be making damn sure to get back at Moxxie for that kiss, shuddering at the distinct orgasmic tingle it had sent up along her spine and to her brain, wondering what a threesome between him and Krillin would be like….

Krillin in the meantime wasn’t sure what to make of the crime scene before him, on the one hand the victim wasn’t exactly someone anybody would actually miss. But supposedly the death was made or tried to be made to look like a suicide except no suicide by gunshot would see you riddled with more holes than Swiss cheese, to say nothing of the tail of wounded security and body guards who could only mumble about red possums and goats. It didn’t help that the security cameras and everything they ruled do the night got trashed so if this was the work of professionals? They were thorough if somewhat sloppy and reckless but Helluva piece of work for sure…

Krillin since that night hasn’t seen or heard from Loona since that Halloween night though on his OnlyZzFans page saw him get a few dms from someone called HellBitchMoon. Checking to find some messages from the Hellhound herself who’d no doubt found his work a Don Juan Sanchez and wasted no time in wanting to get intimately reacquainted with him. Her texts making it clear she felt she owed him payback for that hat little fuck and run, the sexy nude pictures she included captioned to remind him what to look forward to. The short king wondering just what he got himself into only for Zigzag to pop behind him, reading over his shoulder as she enquired who his new lady friend was.

Back in Hell on Loona’s side of things, she had since hooked up with Moxxie and Millie as a close, intimate friend with benefits and had found that the only fat the thespian imp had on him was the one he had been packing between his legs. Showing he was plenty on par with her rando cop stud and learning first hand one of the many reasons Millie had married the guy. Which certainly motivated and inspired a new standard in her tastes in men, more so once she came across Double Z studios and seen some of the handiwork of one Don Juan Sanchez. It didn’t matter if that wasn’t his real name or not, all she knew she for sure was, she was going to have that dick again, one way or another.

Oh right if you’re wondering what had happened with Blitzo that Halloween night, it hadn’t been too rough for him. Except for the fact some of their target’s protection platoon had shot him right in his asscheeks with a few rounds of hot lead. So he had to spend some time in one of the Sloth ring’s hospitals with his ass bandaged and plastered to heal up and repair much to his annoyance. He didn’t mind it uo the ass once a while but this was just ri-goddamn-diculous!!

(Not connected to A Little Moxxie Love, my 3 main fics are all based within their own respective universes with my particular spin on them. So any versions of chars from those respective series appearing in any crossovers are that particular universe's version)

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Filling an Empty Heart

Many have been the stories told in Satan City of strange and weird ti be found in some of its oldest parts, back when it’d been known as Orange Star City but chief among them was the tale of Annabelle the lust demon, who’d been been locked away in a cemetery trapped by a monster hunter for centuries. Most would’ve chalked it up as a cheesy urban legend, the sort of thing teenagers told at campfires or sleepovers and slumber parties snd parents to their kids as a sort of bogeyman but in this Halloween Night a lovely young couple woild prove thst to not be the case. Leave it to a pair of hormone addled horny teens to commit the classic horror movie sim by hiding in that very cemetery to make out and unknowingly break the seal and release the demonic woman from her long, solitary slumber.

Our naive foolish love birds of course, failing to notice the obvious red flags here, instead saw a strange woman who was looking awfully sick and tired, thinking she had been locked in as part of a cruel prank and went to help her. This proved to be a bad idea for you see folks, Annabelle here was a succubus had a rather dark hunting method which they found out via first hand experience as she reached into their chests and pulls out glowing red heart-shaped balls of energy before eating them, relishing a flavour only she could taste as her treats contained her victims’ memories of people and especially, particularly love and happiness. Feeding on those she regained her strength, the sensation of finally feeding once more after who knows how long a thrilling sensation but not yet enough to fill the void deep within her, at least not yet as she spread her tired wings and took flight to go into the city. It was but a mere handful of hours before she started to amass a sizeable body count, too busy binging to care of any attention this might send her way.

As more were falling victim in the city, we come to check on Krillin who was off trick or treating with his wife and daughter, the Chestnut family trio rocking a classic medieval fairy tale theme (him dressed as a paladin, 18 as a queen, and Marron as a pretty little princess), only for them to find Annabelle herself by accident in the midst of enjoying her latest conquest. Right then and there as they were in one another’s line of sight, the compact cop got a called from his commanding officer informing him that some woman was seen assaulting people throughout numerous locations Satan City, given her descriptions which the strange predatory creature before them fit to T. Krillin wasted no time in stepping up into defensive position, warning 18 and telling her to get Marron to safety to which she obliged and wished him the best of luck, of which he had a feeling he going to need plenty. And not the kind on par with the risk of death that had come from facing the likes of Frieza and Majin Buu, oh no…more the sort thst implied he was going to need an ice cold bath.

Annabelle:*Her current target forgotten as she had her eyes on Krillin licking her lips ravenously before declaring.* "A paladin my favorite!" *Driven by her gnawing hunger, she charged at him as he wasted no time in leading her on a chase through the nearby woods, getting somewhere isolated. Once there, they proceeded to clash before she got a lucky shot in, reaching into Krillin's chest pulling out a massive heart energy. She drooled as the sight the memories of all his friends, his wife, daughter, and various other women, beholding such love and happiness in absolute awe.*

Thankfully before she can take a bite, Krillin blasted her away which caused the glowing heart orb to make its way back to him, much to his relief. Before she could recover and lash out in retaliation for her sweet meal being interrupted, she was suddenly finding herself bound by wrappings. Which Krillin recognized as the bandages of Mr. Mummy, who revealed his presence stepping out from the shadows accompanied by none other than the little sister of Master Roshi, Fortuneteller Baba. The elderly seer explained she hadn’t just shown up out of coincidence, stating that she sensed something wrong and happened to have been nearby when Klown and explained how she came upon this situation.

Naturally it seemed only fair to Krillin to share what information he had as he caught Baba up to speed on the current set of circumstances. As this was happening, the bound up Annabelle suddenly began to break down into tears sobbing heavily, almost ugly crying, much to their befuddlement. Baba realised then what the reason was for this as she revealed that the unfortunate creature before them was a succubus, a demonic being of lust and desire who can in fact fall in love. When their heart is broken, however, it creates a void that is difficult to fill, leaving them with a gnawing hunger that drives them to binge and feed aimlessly and needlessly.

This woman no doubt went through such a thing and thus had to feed to cease her pain, futile as it seemed. Krillin, feeling sympathetic, had an idea that she wanted love, well then he’d give her some love. At least he hopes it will work but hey it wasn’t an easier gamble than a lot of the wild stunts Goku and Vegeta had pulled in their whole lifetime. Okay yeah sure she was a violent sex demon but she had circumstances, it wasn’t like she was some genocidal planet killer, right?!

Pulling out some dyno-caps as he found a particular one he was looking for, he clicked the button and threw it as the smoke popped to unveil a small trailer, something for traveling vacations or if 18 got in the mood. Which of course happened more times he could count or be willing to admit as he went and picked Annabelle up, carrying the still crying, confused succubus in there before laying her of the soft bed and kisses her. She reluctantly kisses back, and soon finds herself getting into it, wrapping her arms and around Krillin as her bindings became undone. Baba having had the Mumy undo them as the pair put a good bit of distance between them and the trailer, something told them they’d need to give Krillin some privacy as it was best to trust this unorthodox plan he had in mind.

Annebelle;”Well then, go ahead boy, see if you can heal my heart." *The heartbroken succubus taunted which made a contrast to the hazy love struck look in her eyes from making out with the compact stud as they’d stripped one another naked. What soon follows was a stream of loud swears and screams of pleasure, as the succubus is taken for the wildest ride of her life. The sound of the bed springs squeaking and the trailer's suspensions straining fills the night air as Annabelle howled out for more. Riding him cowgirl style in forward and reverse, and even trying to dominate him with the amazon position, but failing much to her rapturous delight.*

Annabelle:*The predatory lust fiend soon then found herself pinned and taken in a mating press as Krillin even takes It a step further using a ki technique to lock he arms to the wall, and pound her even deeper and harder as he had her face pressing against it.*"Come on baby, show me what you got! I know you got the stamina. Keep those creampies coming!" *It was pretty clear that Krillin’s plan was proving effective and then some, pink hearts glowing in her eyes as she found herself feeling so..utterly loved and in love for the first time since forever. After over a dozen rounds in different positions the bed breaks, and Krillin has her in missionary position on the floor as she is close to her limit.*"Do it baby! One more! Just one more! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT DADDY! I LOVE YOU!!"*With that sexy declarative cry, she lets out a final orgasmic scream before she collapses into a heap of satisfaction as the warm afterglow took her, feeling truly fed and her void gone.*

The hazy light of dawn starting to shine in the windows as Krillin sat by the succubus catching his breath. With the job done, Baba finally entered the trailer, wincing at the smell, before grabbing the succubus with her telekinesis, saying she would look after her. It was at this point 18 arrived and inconspicuously dropped a card with their contact information onto Annabelle's person. She then pushed Krillin back into the trailer as Baba leaves and looks at him with a clear sensual hunger in her cool blue eyes, looking over him as she relished the scent and obvious sexy demolished state of their little love nest.

18:”Starting to feeling a little left out babe, you finished before i coild get here but hey….still want your halloween treat?”*Krillin certainly can't deny her when she was in the mood like this as the trailer starts shaking again. Hey there is a reason among many she married the guy and right now was among the top 5 to 3 in that list. The short king snd his cyborg lady love rocking the casbah as they made uo for some lost time and 18 relished the juicy details of her man’ latest sexual conquest. When that trailer was a rocking, don’t come knocking…..*

It was sometime since that peculiar Halloween that Word would reach them that someone heard a witch screaming out in the woods that night. While Baba’s home now had a new trial for potential customers between either paying her fee or fighting her monstrous champions. If they could outlast ad make her new employee Annabelle cum, then they could get a reading for free and suffice to say, no one had succeeded. Easy to see why when Annabelle had a new standard to measure by…..and her newly restored heart had dedicated itself to one man alone, the man who made love to her in mind,body and soul….

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On A Feeling

Gregory, Cassie, and Oswald go out for a day of adventure at Circus Baby's Pizza and Parties one bright weekend. It does not go as any of them had planned...

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The skee-ball machine played a lively chiptune jingle over the new high score as Gregory stared at Oswald in open-mouthed surprise. The other boy just grinned, juggling a wooden ball in one hand while Cassie laughed behind her hands at the both of them.

“I did warn you,” Oswald told him teasingly, “I got schooled by one of the best in my old town, so challenging me to skee-ball wasn’t gonna go well for you.” He raised a finger to his lips in thought. “Well, those guys called it ‘Pizza Roller’ at the time, but I figured that was just the lingo for Freddy’s.”

“Dude, I held that record in Circus Baby’s for ages!” Gregory exclaimed, throwing up his hands, “Now I actually gotta put in effort?! Fuck my life...”

“Don’t worry,” Cassie reassured the other boy when Oswald began to look a bit unsure of Gregory stomping around in a small circle, “He sounds mad but he’s actually really impressed and likes a challenge. Last time I played against him on this game, he didn’t have much fun.” She winked and held up a hand to stage whisper, “If you knock a few more of his scores off the leaderboards, you’ll really see how he is when he’s enjoying himself getting top rank back.”

“Guess I’ll take your word for it,” Oswald returned with a sheepish laugh, “And thanks for inviting me to hang out.” He gathered the string of tickets the machine spat out and pulled them apart into individual pieces. “My dad’s been job-hunting while my mom’s at work, so I’m used to just being left in dingy pizza joints all day,” he admitted quietly, “But here at least the place is clean and nice, and I’ve got friends to spend time with. I really missed that.”

“I told ya, I get how it feels to be in a new place and not really know anyone, so I wanted to make sure you didn’t feel lonely like I did for ages,” Gregory suddenly said, coming to a stop from his mock-tantrum to join them with his own tickets folded neatly in his hand. He smiled at Cassie, fond and grateful. “Cassie was the first real friend I made in the Pizzaplex a long time ago, and she found me when I got out and actually made it into school. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know if I’d be this happy to be there. Or put up with being out here at all, really.”

“You cheered me up and spent time with me on my birthday when no one else came,” Cassie replied warmly, cheeks flushing with color, “Seeing you again made me happy too. And I’m really glad we can hang out more often.”

Oswald looked between them, then politely coughed into his fist, a bit pink in the face. “Guess it was really lucky we all met, huh?” he remarked, grinning at the matching smiles beaming back at thim.

“Yeah!” Gregory said cheerfully and then cackled in mischief, “You might regret it, though, Probie! I’m kind of a hell-raiser!”

The three of them snickered as they moved on to other games, playing rounds of hoops, then air hockey, then a strength tester. Gregory had to decline the last one when Oswald offered the rubber mallet to him.

“I accidentally broke the wooden one we used to have here,” he explained in embarrassment, arms folded over his chest as he looked over at Alex watching them from the dining room. “Miss Corbett bought that rubber one and asked if I could be more careful, but I don’t wanna risk it.”

“How?! No offense but you’re kinda small,” Oswald asked in surprise, “I didn’t think I’d ever be the ‘big kid’, y’know?”

“Gregory is weirdly strong for his size,” Cassie answered in place of Gregory sticking his tongue out at the other boy, “One time, in homeroom, one of the other kids dropped their favorite pencil behind the bookshelf by the window and we couldn’t get it out because it was too low to the floor to reach under it.” She gestured at Gregory, “He just put his shoulder to the side of the shelf and shoved the whole thing over so we could get the pencil back, then shoved it back into place. Teacher had no clue what happened and she was the one who said that it was heavy enough to need two janitors to budge it.”

“Wow,” Oswald said, eyebrows raised at the story as he looked over at Gregory, “That’s like mutant levels of strong! You sure you’re not some kind of science experiment gone rogue?”

“You gotta be this tall to unlock my secret backstory, dude,” Gregory replied, holding up his hand to be level to his own shoulder. Oswald gave him a flat stare back.

“I’m already taller than you,” he countered.

“Barely!” Gregory declared, pointing at him in mock-offense, “Your hair adds an inch! It doesn’t count!”

“You’re both tall and pretty, happy now?” Cassie declared with an exasperated sigh and gave Gregory a look, “Why don’t you go get your prize while me and Oswald check out the pizza buffet?”

Oswald squinted at the odd way she said that as Gregory seemed to snap into a more serious stance, his expression turning grim. “Yeah, shouldn’t take me long,” he agreed and then seemed to force himself to relax and grin at Oswald, “Try out the taco topping pizza! Sydney says it was one of his favorites back when he used to work here, so it should be really good.” He held up his stack of tickets and waved them as he began walking to the prize counter.

Cassie watched him leave with a faintly worried expression that she quickly dropped in favor of a smile when she caught the other boy looking at her suspiciously. “He’s got a point, the taco pizza is pretty tasty,” she giggled and pointed towards the dining area, “C’mon! Let’s go get some and wait for him to join us.”

Oswald hummed, reluctant to move at first. He looked towards the prize counter and Gregory one last time, frowning deeply, then finally followed her to the buffet.

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The vent opening was still clear from the first time he’d kicked the grille off. Gregory crawled out and got to his feet, dusting off his shorts and shoulders while keeping an eye out for the blue mist that meant Six would be showing up. Last visit had ended with him arguing with the old ghost so Gregory wasn’t sure how happy he’d be with him showing up again.

The security puppet had pointed to the old pizzeria again, so it seemed like everything important for Mr. Schmidt was going to be here. What else would the guard be hiding? A flashlight, maybe? Security keycards? Or party room passes or FazTokens?

“Sorry, Cass,” he muttered, digging into his backpack for the flashlight and switching it on, “I know you wanted to come with me back here, but I need you to keep Probie away from this crap for his own good.”

The haunting alarm had gone off while he was in the part of the ventilation system around that larger side of the pizzeria, so Six was sure to be investigating over there. That meant he wouldn’t catch on right away that Gregory had gone ahead to this smaller side that was a lot more decrepit and dark. He walked across the carpet, looking over the upended tables and chairs that had remained untouched since the last time they were disturbed.

“Did the Missing Children Incident and the Bite happen on this side? Or the bigger side?” Gregory asked himself, squinting at the two stages as he swung the light back and forth, “Or was this all one big pizzeria and they split it up in sections after, like the Pizzaplex was built on top of that burned one?” He dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone, flicking through the articles he’d bookmarked to read them again.

1987, the pizzeria was big and new and state of the art. There were three guards, one of them was Mr. Fitzgerald’s dad. On the day the children went missing and Mr. Schmidt as a kid was bitten, it was his and another kid’s birthday. One birthday kid disappeared and was killed, and the other got bitten and almost killed. He managed to survive somehow and recovered enough to grow up and be a security guard.

“The Strength to Survive,” Gregory said out loud, tasting the words. He frowned. That was really weird. Why did Six say that like it was important? He didn’t want Afton to get it.. because it would give her the ability to survive stuff that would kill her? Like that burned pizzeria collapsing on the far side of the building?

“If I brought someone back to life, I’d want to make sure they didn’t get killed again,” he muttered thoughtfully, “That’s why that Afton lady kidnapped Sydney; he was supposed to protect Vanessa and then whoever it was that lady was gonna bring back to life in her body. So what did she plan to do for the guy she was gonna bring back in me?”

Maybe this was the very thing she’d been hoping he’d do? To protect the other Afton, she would have wanted Gregory to find The Strength to Survive, and if he kept running into pieces of Mr. Schmidt’s stuff then it had to be something Mr. Schmidt possessed and hid away. It let him survive the bite and survive working at Freddy’s for ages.

“I was right, then!” Gregory cheered to himself, “If I get it first, I can totally wreck her plans! She won’t be able to put that other Remnant in me if I can just survive it and keep my mind!”

A soft blue light began spilling into the room and he jerked in surprise. Oh crap, he took too long, the old guy was coming! Gregory looked around for a place to hide, someplace Six wouldn’t think to look.

His eyes fell on the ragged purple curtains that hung over the tiny Pirate’s Cove. Six had warned him to stay away from it, said it was dangerous and even kept a distance from it himself. A perfect hiding spot.

Gregory switched off the flashlight, pocketed the phone, then scrambled to climb onto the stage, slipping through the gap in the curtains and heading for the boxes of props and party favors. He sat behind a few stacked in an unsteady looking pile, pulling his phone back out for a dimmer light to see by. Shouldn’t be bright enough to get seen from outside, right?

Well, since he was back here, might as well start looking around for anything Mr. Schmidt might have hidden back here. Gregory held his phone up to shine the dim light into a box, frowning as he looked over the contents for anything that looked like it didn’t belong. Party hats of different colors filled the box, some bent but all faded and covered in dust. Maybe they had been bright and pretty once upon a time, and now they were just sad. He dug past them to check the bottom of the box. Nothing out of place.

“What could be in here? C’mon, lemme just find it quick so I can leave before the old guy finds me!” he complained, sliding the box aside. He pulled down one from the stack and opened the top, looking in.

Toy swords made of plastic, eyepatches and pirate hats, all sized for kids; this was probably the box of props for Foxy the Pirate Fox’s show. There were even little plastic pirate hook cups with small hand grips inside so kids could pretend they had hooks for hands. Gregory picked one up to wrinkle his nose at it. Why the hell would anyone want to pretend that?

Digging past the props, there was a long pirate’s coat at the bottom, neatly folded until Gregory pulled it out and free. He laid it on the floor of the stage, carefully searching the pockets. Nothing in those. He tilted his head at it, studying the deep blue, almost black color of the coat. Wasn’t this the same kind of coat in those cardboard cutouts and posters in the Pizzaplex? So the tall red fox there had to be Foxy, designed based on this original and not Funtime Foxy.

Kinda made sense. Cassie had the theory that Funtime Foxy was the inspiration for Roxy, but none of them could figure out the reason for the pirate fox that didn’t really fit the ‘Glamrock’ theme. Gregory carefully refolded the coat and set it aside. The box of props didn’t have anything else of note so that was a bust.

One last box, the one that had been bent in and damaged by the prop box. Would make a good hiding place; who would think something important was stashed in such a ratty looking cardboard box?

Gregory pulled it close, glancing up to be sure the blue light wasn’t near the curtains of Pirate’s Cove, then unfolded the top to look inside. A toy treasure chest and several cloth satchels rested inside, handfuls of fake gold coins and plastic beaded necklaces. Pirate’s treasure, he supposed. But, why would the coins and jewelry be spilled out into the cardboard box when they should be inside the chest?

“The treasure chest,” Gregory murmured in realization, eyes widening. Of course! Whatever was hidden would get put in there as the pirate’s treasure! He set his phone down to cast its light over the area, just enough to let him see as he reached in and picked up the toy chest. The clasp on it wasn’t locked luckily, so he just flipped it up and pushed open the lid. It creaked on its hinges and Gregory peeked inside.

A small toy hook and a polka-dotted cloth in red and white lay crumpled in the bottom of the chest. Gregory blinked at them in confusion, then carefully reached in to grab the cloth for a closer look. It was some sort of bandanna. He unfolded it, holding it up to look it over, and inhaled sharply at the huge dark stain that had been previously hidden in the shadows of the chest.

“Wh-what the fuck is this?” he breathed out in alarm, staring at the stain, the two rows of tears in the fabric, the smell of old rust and iron that hit him full force.

He knew this.

His breath caught. Started again. Quick and shallow.

Crossed the line. Silver edges.

Bandanna grew blurry. Tears on his cheeks.

Supposed to be a hero. Glowing sockets on the wall.

He never got to say sorry.

‘I never got to say sorry.’

Mouth open but unmoving. A head remained, a fitting end?

A keening sound began bubbling up, ringing in his ears, distant, hollow. His head hurt.

He never got to say goodbye.

‘I thought I didn’t care.’

Pain, sharp and biting, lanced through his skull, and Gregory screamed, a shrill wail that shattered the dead air of the pizzeria. His body didn’t feel his own, disconnected, unfamiliar. The stage rushed up to meet him, another sharp pain to his head, and then nothing more.

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Oswald watched Cassie bite her lip as she poked at her breadsticks. They’d both eaten quite a bit of pizza, all of which were pretty good so that was nice, and then had just chatted about school and their families and upcoming events. But as time passed and Gregory didn’t show back up to join them like he said he would, Cassie grew more worried in her expression, more distracted from their topics.

She looked like how he felt when his dad got taken. Like the only one who knew what really happened and all alone in dealing with it.

He sighed heavily. He’d probably regret this but it was for a good cause. “Hey, Cassie,” he began carefully, “I couldn’t help but notice that this building is pretty big on the outside.” The girl snapped her gaze to him, her complexion more ashen than when they first walked into the pizzeria. He really didn’t like how panicked she looked. “And it’s nice and bright in here, but it feels kind of.. small,” he went on.

Jeff’s was like that too. And it didn’t take him long to catch on to why.

Oswald looked around for the most likely place to hide a connecting hall or room and spotted a large wall covered in photos and posters with a single vent low to the ground. ‘Bingo.’

“Um, Circus Baby’s doesn’t really need a lot of space,” Cassie managed, “When Gregory gets back, he can tell you about it.”

“I think he’s still here, but not in Circus Baby’s,” Oswald replied quietly, narrowing his eyes at the vent grille. It was a little lopsided, wasn’t it? “This building used to be a Freddy Fazbear’s, right?”

Cassie sighed and nodded. “Yeah, it was one of the really old locations,” she explained, “There’s this animatronic workshop in town, the owner and his friend both used to work here when it was a Freddy’s. Gregory’s been getting things that belonged to that friend that were hidden here.” She waved to the wall. “He wants to take down Fazbear Entertainment and he thinks that stuff will lead to some kind of evidence or something that can be used against them. But all we got so far are hard drives that belonged to the original Freddy and Friends animatronics.”

Oswald grimaced. Well, maybe they weren’t so bad if they weren’t controlled by whatever it was that made that yellow rabbit one go off the rails? Circus Baby was a decent animatronic from what he could see. All she did was dance and sing and she was even trusted enough to be able to walk around the restaurant and deliver food to some of the tables. The thin crown of blue lightning circling her head was an interesting touch. Was that part of the tech behind her construction?

“He’s never taken this long to come back from a search though,” Cassie muttered, “He knows I don’t like it when he’s gone this long, and he hasn’t texted.” She started ripping pieces of the breadstick off and tossing them onto her plate. “I don’t know. This doesn’t feel right.”

“I know he doesn’t want me getting involved, but he’s my friend now too,” Oswald told her nervously, “This.. if this isn’t normal for you guys, then maybe he’s in trouble, and if that’s what’s going on, then I want to help.” There hadn’t been anyone to help him at Jeff’s, so he was gonna be the help he wished he had for Gregory.

“Okay, but you can’t tell anyone about it until we have everything we need to go after Fazbear Entertainment,” Cassie warned him and slid out of the booth, “C’mon. We gotta get into that vent before Gregory’s sort-of brother notices us.”

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Crawling through the ventilation system was an unwanted familiar activity. At least there was nothing to grab at his legs and drag him out. Right? Oswald gulped and kept following Cassie’s lead through the vent.

She finally got out of the tunnel through an exit and he tumbled out after her, shaking his head and patting himself down to dislodge dust. When he got to his feet, he got his first good look at the hidden pizzeria. He blinked a few times, then inhaled sharply, glancing around almost wildly.

There was a strange blue haze coating the walls, a mist drifting over the floor. This didn’t seem normal for the building. If all of this was supposed to have been a Freddy’s location, then why didn’t he see this stuff in Circus Baby’s part? Cassie didn’t seem to react to any of it, so was this something she already knew about? Or was it that she couldn’t see it?

And if she couldn’t, then why could he?

‘No, focus, not about you. We’re here for Gregory.’ Oswald shook himself off as he joined Cassie in walking down the hall, calling his name. He looked down halls that branched off into shadows, watching the blue haze fade into the distance. He listened to the haunting chimes of some sort of alarm system and wondered if cops would be called. ‘If Gregory’s been doing this a lot then probably not.’

“Down that way is the security office Gregory and I visited,” Cassie told him, looking down the hall he stopped at. A pair of ghostly figures hovered where she pointed and then they faded away too. “That’s where we found Mr. Schmidt and Mr. Fitzgerald’s lockers,” she added, a small frown on her face, “Mr. Fitzgerald has a first aid kit in his locker and Mr. Schmidt had a camera in his. Gregory took the camera, but the first aid kit should still be there.”

“My mom works at the hospital and taught me some first aid techniques,” Oswald said, jumping at the chance to be able to find a way to help, “Let’s get that first aid kit! It could come in handy.”

They headed down the hall to the office, passing by doorways that led into dark rooms. Oswald caught glimpses of kid-sized figures running around, shadows that faded with the faint echoes of giggles. Creepy.

Stepping into the office made Oswald pause for a moment while Cassie went on to the lockers. The two figures he’d seen earlier had reappeared, faded and ghostly, and seemed to act out a scene without being aware of him or Cassie. Both of them were dressed in soft blue uniforms, one tall and gruff-looking, holding a cup in one bandaged hand while lecturing the other, a short and much younger-looking guy listening with wide eyes and nodding like his life depended on it. They were still doing that when both faded to nothing and Oswald was left wondering what it was he just saw.

“Here’s the kit,” Cassie called out, struggling to open the locker. It popped open with a harsh scraping sound and Oswald bent to take a look.

“Huh, a lot of the bandages and gauze got used up, but there’s some alcohol wipes and sanitation solution still left,” he said, checking the contents of the kit quickly and organizing it. He looked up at the uniform hanging on the little rack. It looked like the one the shorter figure in that odd vision was wearing. “Hm, not ideal but we can use this for wrapping in a pinch,” Oswald explained to Cassie as he slid the shirt off the hanger. A name tag was still pinned to it, ‘Jeremy’, and he undid the clasp, setting the tag on the little shelf next to a hat of the same color. He packed the shirt into the kit and closed it up, carrying it by the handle. “Okay, we’re set. Let’s keep looking for Gregory.”

“There’s a door at the end of the main hall and it looked like there was a bend to another area near it,” Cassie told him as they left the office and passed by the empty party rooms again. “Maybe Gregory went deeper into the pizzeria?”

It was worth a shot, but that direction was also where the blue haze was gathering. Oswald squinted at the color covering the walls in suspicion. This was different from the stressful red haze he kept seeing in the edges of his vision back at Jeff’s when it was Freddy’s. Back then, he was alone and terrified constantly and seeing horrifying things almost every time he entered a room. Here it was still creepy as hell, but the haze seemed more like a barrier, cool and shielding. But what was it shielding against? Was it keeping something out, or keeping something in?

“Parts and Service, huh,” Cassie read the sign on the door and Oswald pulled his attention to her. She pointed up at it with a small grin. “Guess this is where Mr. Fitzgerald learned about fixing and building animatronics. My dad kinda did the same job as a Fazbear technician for the Pizzaplex. He mostly did their network connections and security,” she added.

“Mine worked at a steel mill before it closed,” Oswald offered, resting one hand on his hip as he looked up at the sign himself, “If an animatronic was damaged beyond fixing, it probably got sent there and his job would have been to melt it down so the metal could be reused.” He frowned after a bit. “But something happened and the mill was closed down. What would Freddy’s do with their old animatronics and parts if they need destroying or recycling without that mill?”

“I wonder if they sent something over they shouldn’t have,” Cassie wondered aloud, frowning thoughtfully. “Can you melt Remnant?”

“What?” Oswald asked in confusion and she just shook her head.

“Never mind. Gregory can explain it better,” she told him, “Let’s go down this way.” She pointed to the entry of another hall and started walking again, her phone’s light cutting through the shadows. Oswald sighed and jogged after her, glancing back over his shoulder at the door they left behind. The blue haze acted like some sort of sealant, filling in the seams around the door. Like a barrier within a barrier. Guess it really didn’t want anyone messing with that room...

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At the other end of the bendy hallway, Cassie and Oswald stepped into a second, smaller dining area, the tables and chairs a mess. It looked like the place had been ransacked, but the layers of dust on them meant it happened long ago. Two small stages bordered the dining room, along with a door to the backstage and what looked like another main entrance leading outside. Those doors were boarded up, the blue haze thickly layered over top.

“This must have been what Freddy’s was like after the first closure,” Cassie murmured, holding up her phone for a light.

Oswald swallowed hard, seeing something she definitely didn’t. The tall figure from that vision earlier was standing in the dining room near the stage with a curtain, but that one didn’t act like just a recording or illusion. This one was the same blue color as the haze, and was looking right at him with a frown.

“Okay, the girl I recognize, but you’re new. How the hell am I gonna explain this to Woods?” the ghost grumbled, hands on his hips in irritation, “Gotta go get him to help the kid, but can’t leave these two lil shits by themselves in here.”

“Uh,” Oswald began, rubbing his head nervously. So the ghost didn’t realize he could see it? Should he call attention to that? “So if I were to look for Gregory in here,” he began to ask aloud, cautiously walking into the dining room and making his way closer to the ghost, “where would he be?” The ghost blinked and narrowed his eyes at him in suspicion.

“You better not be Remnant-fucked,” he growled but pointed at the stage with the curtains, “That’s Jeremy’s kit, so you better know how to use it cuz the kid needs help.”

“Cassie, if Gregory’s good at hiding, maybe he’s behind those curtains!” Oswald called out to her, hurrying to the stage with the kit. Was Gregory hurt?!

“Fuck my life, you’re Remnant-fucked. Goddamn Fazfuck company,” the ghost ranted as Cassie hurried to join Oswald at the curtain-covered stage. Seemed like the ghost was a friendly one, sort of. Oswald tossed the kit onto the stage before climbing up onto it, then turned to reach out a hand to Cassie. He pulled her up and pointed past the curtains.

“There! Go! I’ll catch up!” he blurted out.

“Okay but hurry!” Cassie told him and ran between the curtains into the darkness beyond.

“Hey, ghost guy! Thanks for the head’s up!” Oswald called out as he grabbed the first aid kit.

“I’m a spirit, not a ghost!” the gho.. spirit shot back. He and Oswald winced as Cassie cried out in fear. “Get goin’! I dunno if being here still counts for him without the curse!” the spirit yelled, an expression of worry taking over.

Oswald nodded and raced past the curtains himself. Now that he was backstage, he could see it wasn’t fully dark. There were two phone lights shining, Cassie’s in her hand as she knelt on the floor and Gregory’s laying off to one side.

Gregory himself lay unmoving on the stage floor by a toy treasure chest, a piece of cloth covered in a blue haze clutched in one hand. A dark puddle pooled by his head, staining the wood. Cassie was whimpering, her mouth hidden by one hand, as she stared helplessly at the boy. She kept reaching out as if to touch him, but yanked her hand back before she could get close.

“Crap, that’s not good,” Oswald breathed and hurried to crouch down by the other boy, kicking the toy chest aside to make room for the first aid kit. He opened it up, then turned to press his fingers to Gregory’s neck, searching for a pulse. Steady and strong, that was good. He lightly pressed his fingertips to just under Gregory’s nose and felt little puffs of air pass over them. Okay, so he was breathing fine.

He did a careful, gentle check over the rest of Gregory’s head, then picked up Gregory’s phone to shine the light into one eye, then the other. Good response from the pupils. Maybe he knocked himself out but it didn’t seem to have done much damage other than that nasty scratch to his temple.

“It’s okay, Cassie, he’s just asleep,” Oswald reassured her and Cassie just gave him a lidded expression.

“He’s bleeding from the head, I don’t see how that’s okay,” she retorted.

“Head wounds tend to bleed and look worse than they actually are,” Oswald fibbed. He didn’t need to worry about her panicking herself in trouble and if she was sassing him then that at least kept her mind busy with something else. “Hey, hold your phone up so I can get some light to see.”

Cassie raised her phone after turning up the brightness of the flashlight function and angled it towards Gregory’s head after Oswald pointed to it. He turned back to the kit and fetched the alcohol wipes, tearing them open to start cleaning around the bloodied part of Gregory’s head and see what exactly the injury was.

“He was crying,” Cassie mumbled suddenly while he swiped away the mess gently, “I wonder what he found that made him cry?”

“Something that was best left forgotten.”

Oswald barely managed to stop himself from jumping and screaming in surprise, jerking his hand away from Gregory’s head and quickly disguising it as tossing the dirty wipe away to get fresh ones. He looked aside at the blue ghostly figure that had slipped into the backstage area with them and now sat on one of the cardboard boxes, his hands resting on his knees as he leaned forward a little to watch Oswald work. The ghost gave him a half-shrug.

“I told him to stop looking into Mike’s things. Guess I shoulda told him he might not like what he’d find if he kept goin’,” he said quietly and shook his head. “He’s gotten the golden parachute. He’s free. He can rest. Why the fuck is he still comin’ back when all he’s ever wanted was to get out?” he asked in frustrated confusion. Seemed more like he was asking himself that than Oswald.

Cassie reached out to collect the cloth from Gregory’s hand, laying it out with one hand while Oswald finished cleaning up the blood and carefully lifted Gregory’s head to check the injury. A small gash oozed freshly, like he’d hit something or something hit him. He looked up at the toy chest with a frown; sure enough, one corner of the opened box had a stain on it. So Gregory had collapsed and hit it on his way down? Why did he collapse in the first place?

“Wait, this looks familiar,” Cassie said, pulling his attention back to her and the cloth. She was scrolling through her phone, tongue peeking out from her mouth as she squinted at her screen. Her eyebrows raised in surprise after a moment. “Right, the article Gregory showed me, about the Bite of ‘87! Mike Schmidt was wearing this when he got bit!” She prodded at the large stain with a faint grimace, “So this is his blood. Ew. How’d it end up back here?”

“Is that what he was looking for?” Oswald asked, taking the scissors in the kit to cut the shirt into strips. “Do you have any water?” he added, spraying some sanitizing solution onto the strips.

“Yeah, I always have water for Gregory’s medicine,” Cassie replied, setting her phone aside with the light facing up. She dug into her backpack for a bottle. “And I dunno if that’s what he was supposed to find. Everything else he collected from Mr. Schmidt was stuff connected to his job here. This bandanna is something he had as a kid, so why is it important?” She pulled out a bottle of water and held it out but Oswald just handed her a folded up strip of blue cloth.

“Can you very carefully wash that cut on his head for me? I’m gonna put some of these steri-strips on but I gotta clean my hands first to try and pinch his skin together,” he told her, spraying his palms and rubbing them together.

“So you do actually know what you’re doin’ with that kit,” the spirit commented dryly, propping his cheek on one fist as he watched the kids tend to Gregory. “Almost afraid to ask how.”

“Really handy having a medical assistant for a mom, huh, Cassie?” Oswald remarked, both to keep Cassie focused on helping and not panicking as well as to answer the spirit. She didn’t seem to be able to see or hear it, so probably better to not call attention to the fact he could. As for the bandanna that she was puzzled about, Oswald could see the blue haze coating it seem to stretch towards Gregory. Not quite touching, but definitely trying to connect to him.

Or rather, trying to connect with the faint tall figure overlapping Gregory, a barely visible shadow that Oswald had seen floating over him that first day they met. Gregory seemed oblivious to it, and it didn’t seem like it was trying to hurt anyone, so other than initially being spooked by it, Oswald kind of tried to not focus on it much. At least it wasn’t like that mirage that pretended to be his dad for that scary week.

“Okay, it’s cleaned,” Cassie reported, tossing the dirty strip of cloth away. Oswald nodded and opened the package of steri-strips, carefully snipping them to the right size and then applying them to Gregory’s temple, pinching the shallow cut closed as he went. It only took a few strips to seal the cut up and then Oswald used the remaining strips of soft blue to wrap around Gregory’s head, protecting the injury for now.

“People are gonna wonder what happened,” he sighed, looking around for something to cushion the boy’s head and spotting a folded up coat nearby.

“That’s gonna be troublesome. Gregory’s never been hurt like this at Circus Baby’s,” Cassie said worriedly, “What if this makes his mom not want to have him come on his own anymore? We haven’t collected all the drives yet!”

“It might not be a bad thing to stop looking for them if it can get him in trouble,” Oswald suggested cautiously, gently lifting Gregory’s head to slide the coat under and provide a cushion for him. Even in sleep, the other boy still had a faintly heartbroken expression on his face, a grief that seemed so out of place. “Messing with Fazbear Entertainment seems too dangerous to be worth it,” he added, glancing over at the spirit that nodded with a grave expression. “We’re just kids. We’re nothing to ‘em.”

His hand went to his arm, resting over the bite that was still sore and made it hard to do much with it. Barely healed was not the same as fully healed. And this damage was done by an animatronic bite to his arm, so he couldn’t even imagine what happened to this Mike Schmidt kid who was bit in the head. Cassie said he ended up working here, so he had to have survived but probably not with a very good life after if he worked in the same place he got bit.

“Maybe I can buy you some time until he wakes up,” the spirit remarked, getting up from the cardboard box, “You kids have parents that actually give a shit. Shouldn’t have to be in trouble just because dumbass there won’t mind his own fuckin’ business.”

Oswald nodded his thanks and the spirit walked out of the backstage area. All that was left to do now was wait.

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Cassie was scrolling through more old articles about Freddy’s Pizza and Mike Schmidt when she heard Gregory groan softly nearby. She immediately set it aside to check on him, reaching out to brush his hair back comfortingly while Oswald sat up from where he’d been slumped back against the cardboard boxes. He’d been nervous and jumpy for a lot of the search in the pizzeria but seemed to have calmed down once they found Gregory so Cassie chalked it up to just worries over their friend being missing.

His hand twitched, like he wanted to also reach out, but he let it rest in his lap instead. “How is he?” he asked her and Cassie poked at Gregory’s cheek to test.

Gregory’s face scrunched up at the touch. “Five more minutes, Freddy, I promise I’ll do my homework after,” he whined drowsily. Oswald just looked at her blankly and Cassie rolled her eyes.

“You’re still putting off doing your homework even at home?” she scolded, planting her fists on her hips, “Gregory Afton, you said you would keep up your work so the homeroom teacher would stop stressing out about the next PTA meeting!”

Gregory’s eyes flew open, a panicked look on his face as he flailed in place and scrambled to sit up. “Waaah! Don’t be mad! It was just a one time delay, I promise!” he exclaimed and then winced, “Ow!” His hand rose to his head, lightly pressing fingertips to the cloth strips wrapping around and covering the bandaged gash. “What the hell?” he murmured in confusion, “What happened? Why are you guys here?”

“You didn’t come back to Circus Baby’s on time,” Cassie told him with a huff, folding her arms over her chest, her lip wobbling as the memory of finding him lying so still on the floor with that dark puddle threatened to set her off into tears. Oswald reached across and patted her shoulder in a show of support and she flashed him a smile of gratitude before facing Gregory again. “We came looking for you and found you passed out here. You hit your head on that toy chest and were bleeding,” she went on and nodded at the other boy, “Luckily, Oz had the bright idea of getting Mr. Fitzgerald’s first aid kit just in case, so he used that to treat you.”

“You guys opened his locker again?” Gregory asked in dismay.

“To help you? Yeah!” Cassie shot back, “Okay, it’s his old stuff but it’s not important enough to just leave it when we can use it to help you!” She gestured at him. Now that she knew he was alright, all the fear she’d bottled up shifted to anger. How dare he terrify her like this! Didn’t he get how much he meant to her? He was her first genuine friend outside of Roxy. The idea of losing him hurt and was just too scary to imagine, so seeing him like that on the floor.. she was still trying to keep from crying. “What happened?! What even made you think to come inside here?”

“Um,” Gregory stammered, his eyes flicking away to the pile of cardboard boxes near Oswald. The other boy glanced to the same boxes, narrowed his eyes and then frowned hard at Gregory, who just stared back at him with surprised wide eyes. “I.. thought I saw something. And.. had a hunch that.. maybe Mr. Schmidt hid something.. here?” he finally replied in that questioning tone.

Liar.

Cassie picked up the bandanna by the cleaner edges and dangled it in the air to show him. “This was in your hand,” she told him flatly, “I don’t think he was the one who put it here.”

Gregory just looked at the cloth in her pinching grip sadly. “No, I don’t think so either,” he mumbled quietly, rubbing his arm, “‘m sorry I worried you guys.” He looked miserable and Cassie felt a bit bad for putting him on the spot like this. “How long was I out?” he finally asked.

“Not that long, luckily,” Oswald told him, getting to his feet and picking up the first aid kit. “We should get back to the other side.” Cassie nodded and got up too, putting her things away and holding her phone up for the light. With the bandanna in her other hand, she didn’t have any free to help Gregory up. Oswald stepped in for her, holding out a hand to hoist the other boy up.

Her eyes widened when, instead of grabbing Gregory’s hand to pull him to his feet, Oswald grabbed his arm and pulled him up almost roughly, bringing him close enough to murmur into Gregory’s ear. The other boy looked startled at first, then scowled at whatever Oswald was whispering to him. Cassie looked between the two of them, curious to what was going on.

“Not happening,” Gregory growled, stepping back to put some space between himself and Oswald, who just frowned at him with that same concerned expression he’d been wearing the whole time he and Cassie had been watching over Gregory.

“Gregory, he made a lot of sense,” Oswald told him firmly.

“No,” Gregory hissed, yanking at his arm to free himself but Oswald just tightened his grip, “Fuck you, and fuck him. I’m not stopping until I get them all.”

“This is getting dangerous!” he countered sharply, “You got hurt!” Cassie nodded in agreement. Whatever they were arguing about, at least that much made perfect sense to her. Searching Freddy’s for these strange items to get animatronic hard drives had started like an interesting adventure, but what if Gregory had collapsed with no one who knew where he was? Would he have been found nearly this fast? Or would people have taken too long to learn about it and then...

She swallowed hard, the articles about missing children still fresh on her phone screen. “Maybe Oswald’s right?” she suggested carefully, flinching slightly at the betrayed expression on Gregory’s face as he turned to her, still caught in the other boy’s grip.

“Cassie, we’re doing this to find what we need to stop Fazbear Entertainment, remember?!” he argued, and she could hear a note of desperation in his voice, “Mr. Schmidt hid something really valuable, and I think I can get it first if I gather all the pieces!”

“We’re kids, Gregory,” Cassie told him helplessly, shaking her head, “What can we do? All those articles are full of people who crossed paths with Fazbear Entertainment or Afton Robotics and vanished or died, and.. I just don’t want them to keep hurting you.” Her dad still missing, Gregory and his mom’s memories gone, Oswald’s dad kidnapped; they’d all been affected by those companies already. “It’s too risky to keep going.”

“Cassie,” Gregory murmured, looking at her with sad eyes. She knew how much this meant to him, but it was one thing to talk about fighting a boogeyman of a corporation in the brightness of Circus Baby’s and the sunshine of the school yard. But here in the shadows of a bloodied past, with his head bandaged, a kid’s blood on cloth in her hand, and Oswald using his weaker, bitten arm to hold a first aid kit closer to his side, the reality of what could happen was a whole other story.

Silence settled over them and Gregory huffed after a few moments, frowning as he tried again to pull his arm free. “Let go of me,” he growled at Oswald. Cassie opened her mouth to scold him for getting testy with him.

“Cassie said you’re weirdly strong, get yourself loose,” Oswald replied coolly, “I’ve only got one good arm right now. Shouldn’t be hard to deal with.” Cassie clicked her mouth shut, staring at him with wide eyes. What the heck was he doing?! She already felt tense just watching them arguing, she did not need the stress of Oswald daring Gregory to fight over whatever stupid thing they were arguing about!

They glared at each other and she bit her lip. She knew Gregory, he was first to throw hands in any situation and didn’t hesitate to cause a fuss if he so much as thought someone was being unfair or stupid in regards to him. If this went how she expected, it was really possible that they’d lose a friend. So she blinked rapidly in shock when Gregory just sagged in place and broke the gaze first, scowling without a word.

Guess he had lines he wouldn’t cross after all.

“Let’s go back,” Cassie said in a subdued tone. This was getting to be too much, too overwhelming, her skin felt tight, like her body was struggling to cope with the swirl of emotions that this whole adventure stirred up, feelings of fear and worry and frustration and probably others she couldn’t name or understand. She wanted back to something simpler, easier to lose herself in, the brightness and fun of the other pizzeria.

Gregory held a hand out to her and she draped the bandanna across his palm, watching him pocket it so it was out of sight. He held his hand out again and she managed a small smile, reaching back to hold on and take comfort in the contact. He was still here, he was still friends with both of them, he might be upset but maybe he’ll catch on that she and Oswald were just being hard on him about this because they didn’t want to see him hurt like this time.

All together, hands held and arms linked, the three of them left the backstage area, left behind the opened toy chest and the coat and the dark stain on the wood to be swallowed by the shadows.

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The three of them emerged from the vent one after another and blinked rapidly at the sudden change from the dark and dim Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria to the fully lit and noisy Circus Baby’s Pizza and Parties. They huddled together, trying to reorient themselves as heels clicked over tile and Circus Baby stepped up to them, her hands on her hips as she looked down at them.

“You’re lucky I got the message,” she told them flatly, “Come on.” She turned and began walking away, expecting them to follow her.

“Wait,” Gregory spoke up, breathless as panic started creeping up. He had to get to the puppet and show the bandanna! “M-my prize. I need-!”

“Go get whatever you’re after,” Circus Baby declared flippantly, waving her hand dismissively without turning around, “The other two, come with me for your alibi. Or get caught with proof of messing with things beyond you. Not my ass on the line.”

Gregory stepped towards the arcade and prize counter, pausing when his arm was held back yet again and scowling in frustration. The same desire to scream and lash out rose back up and he swallowed hard to force it back down. What the hell was Oswald doing? First that shit about confessing he could see Six and telling him that they’d been talking about him and teaming up to stop him from collecting Mr. Schmidt’s things, now this holding him back from going where he needed to go.

“Go ahead, Cassie, I’ll make sure he actually joins us after he gets what he wants,” he told her and she clapped her hands together and smiled.

“That’s a great idea! Keep an eye on him for me, Oz!” Cassie told him then raised an eyebrow at Gregory, “No more running off on your own.”

“Oh my god, I’m not gonna die from a scratch! C’mon!” Gregory complained but she was already walking off after Circus Baby. When she was far enough away, he snapped around to glare at Oswald again, teeth bared. “What. Is. Your. Problem?!”

“You and I can see that spirit over there,” Oswald explained, swallowing almost nervously, “We talked, and I really think we should take his advice. Stop looking for that guard’s things. Please.”

“Six would say anything to stop me and I don’t know why. He’s just as against Fazbear Entertainment as I am!” Gregory protested, pulling halfheartedly at his arm again. Oswald may have been pissing him off about this, but he was still his friend and he wasn’t gonna risk hurting him. “This is really important to me, Oz,” Gregory pleaded, hand splayed over his heart, “I think I’m getting flashes of something. Visions or messages, I don’t know but it feels like I’m close to some answers! And I promised to bring back the original Fazband so they could get a second chance too!”

Oswald just searched his face with an unsure expression, cheeks coloring as he seemed to hesitate to say anything more. He looked away, mumbling to himself, then sighed harshly as he pulled his free hand down over his face. “Alright, alright, I’ll go along with this crazy search of yours,” he finally gave in, “But only because I can do first aid just in case.. and Cassie seems to feel better if we’re all in things together.. and you actually called me by my nickname...”

Gregory didn’t see what that last bit had to do with anything but the first two were really good points. He nodded eagerly. “Yeah, we can totally do future searching with all three of us! No more ditching you guys, promise!” he rushed out in relief and Oswald just gave him a lidded look back.

“Same way you promised Cassie you’d do your homework?” he asked and Gregory threw back his head with a groan.

“That was ONE TIME!”

.

The security puppet stared at Oswald for a weirdly long time and Oswald stared back nervously, swallowing hard as his grip tightened around Gregory’s wrist. Gregory just rolled his eyes at the both of them, exasperated with their standoff. At least Oswald had moved his grip but it was still kind of a nuisance that the guy wouldn’t let him go. It’s like once he had a grip on Gregory he really didn’t want to go hands off.

“Hey, I’m the one you sent off on that wild goose chase,” Gregory grumbled, digging the bandanna out of his pocket, “I had some really weird stuff go through my head when I got this thing, too, y’know! An explanation would be nice for once!” He held it up and the security puppet turned its attention from Oswald to him, studying him and the cloth for a moment. Like before, it then raised a finger to point at the Egg Baby.

“What is this thing doing?” Oswald asked as Gregory turned away to go to the other animatronic.

“It gives prizes for tickets but it does this weird Easter egg hunt shit when it comes to me,” Gregory explained in irritation, tugging on his arm, “It’s why I go to Freddy’s side; it tells me to go there to find something that belonged to Mr. Schmidt, then I bring the thing back to show it and then it tells me to talk to the Egg Baby who gives me my actual prize. So let’s go!”

They walked side by side to the Egg Baby and Gregory held up the bandanna again, letting it scan his face and then the cloth. As the whirring sounded for it to deposit his prize, Gregory tucked the bandanna away and continued explaining.

“Cassie helped me figure out that these things only give these reactions when I’m the one holding Mr. Schmidt’s stuff,” he went on with a shrug, “So now I’m trying to figure out how I’m connected to animatronics I’ve never seen before and a guy I’ve never met and had died ages ago.”

Except he had kind of an idea how, and just thinking about it was scaring him. What if that Afton lady had messed with more than just his Remnant to try and bring back her family? If she had tried to get at that Strength to Survive from Mr. Schmidt for her family, would she have tried to mix it into Gregory first since he was much younger than Mr. Schmidt? He lifted a hand to stare at it, then pressed it lightly to his chest.

Was something like that possible? Mixing different Remnant? Was that a different kind of reincarnation? Was that why Six didn’t want him collecting more things that had the old guard’s Remnant on it? Did he think Gregory was collecting more of it for himself for bad uses? Or was he worried that he’d end up in Afton’s hands after collecting it all and then she’d use it and Gregory to make her family much stronger?

“Doesn’t matter,” Gregory told himself, “The old guy beat them over and over, and I’ve already done it too, so I just have to keep winning.” He tightened his hand into a fist. He would win. He wouldn’t accept anything else against Vanny and the other Aftons.

The smaller Egg Baby popped open the lid of the prize ball to reveal another hard drive resting on the cushion, the case spattered with rust-red stains. Gregory stared at it in numb horror. “Three,” he whispered. Why did it look like that? He reached out with a trembling hand to pick it up and Oswald grabbed that wrist to halt him. He ground his teeth together, frustration spiking with the sharp ache in his head. “Will you stop doing that?!” Gregory hissed.

“There’s something on it!” Oswald told him in alarm, eyes wide, “Like sparks or a shine or something, red sparks, but not a bad red. I-I don’t know how to explain it!” Gregory narrowed his eyes and the other boy looked faintly frustrated too. “Ever since I had that week of hell at Freddy’s, I’ve been able to see stuff sometimes. Hallucinations? Mirages of people or stuff like mist, smoke, lights, weird stuff. There was stuff in that other pizzeria, on that bandanna, and now on this drive too.”

Gregory blinked a few times as he turned that over in his head. “Wh-wait, you can see Remnant?!” he whispered loudly. Something like that could be so useful! Oswald would be able to see what things belonged to Mr. Schmidt and has his Remnant on them!

“What the heck is ‘Remnant’?” Oswald muttered, letting go of him at long last to fold his arms over his chest, “Is that what you call that stuff I see?”

“It’s a long story,” Gregory sighed, picking up the hard drive and hugging it close to himself. Considering the blood on the bandanna and how it got there, this drive was probably inside the animatronic that bit Mr. Schmidt as a kid. He wondered if it had been aware enough to feel something about that event when it happened. Did they feel as horrified as the witnesses there must have? The drive had a warmth to it like the others did, and Gregory sniffled as he held it tight in his arms.

Joy and happiness that was so easily shattered, a friendship lost in a matter of moments and regret that lingered long past death. Gregory’s eyes burned and he turned to pull Oswald into the hug, hiding his face in the startled boy’s jacket with a whimper. It wasn’t fair, for Mr. Schmidt or the animatronic that bit him. Neither of them did anything to deserve the fates they got. And Oswald didn’t deserve Gregory biting his head off, figuratively, over a mission he didn’t even explain to the guy so he’d know why it was important.

“‘M sorry I yelled at you,” Gregory hiccuped through the thin denim, trembling as Oswald just sighed and hugged him back.

“I still think we should do what the spirit said, but if you’re really set on doing this, then let me in on it so I can help,” he replied, “I’ll just borrow that first aid kit’s supplies again when we go over.”

“Saying ‘borrow’ implies you’re giving stuff back, but it’s all one time use,” Gregory pointed out in a muffled voice.

“Why does everyone get on my case when I ask to borrow stuff? Geez!” Oswald complained and Gregory just laughed at the reaction. “C’mon, let’s go meet up with Cassie before she comes to kick our butts. We’re supposed to have an alibi for why you have that wrapping on your head.”

Right, because if Vanessa or Sydney caught wind that he’d hurt himself in this building somehow, there’d be hell to pay for sure. Gregory made a face as the two of them hurried to the booth Circus Baby had set aside for the trio. That would be embarrassing to deal with.

Oh well. At least he got Foxy back...

[aneliwriter]

Warnings/ NSFW, dark smut. Dark chapter. Oral sex, orgasm denial, popping cherry, taking turns, explicit language.

Halloween one shot/ ransom, ari, Steve, Lloyd and andy.

Your palms grew sweaty as you swallowed a soft gulp. You retake a double look to ensure your eyes are not deceiving you. In which this case, they are not. You are the only one at the pumpkin patch. There were no other cars but yours in the parking lot, which confused you.

You thought there would be a party of some sort since you received an invitation.

Y/N L/N,

  CONGRATULATIONS, you have been selected for an invitation to join a special event that only happens once a year.

October 31st, Halloween. Time- 5 before sunset.

We take formality and punctuality quite seriously, so please don't be late or I'm afraid, there might be consequences.

Oh and don't forget to wear your scariest costume! There will be a contest and the first winner will win a special prize.

                             Hell Raisers Five.

You double-check the date and time on your phone.

10-31-2023

Time 5:58 P.M

Sunset.

You look over your shoulder, The sun has set. But what happens now?

There's no one here, so certainly it is not a party. Could it be a prank? A lot of people do pranks on Halloween but you don't have any friends unless books and fictional characters count. In that case, you have a whole army.

You begin to think about who would invite you here. It takes a moment till your mind goes to the football quarterback jock from your high school.

Ransom Drysdale.

He is awful to you, and always picks and makes fun of you. If it's not slamming your books down to the floor, it's keeping you locked in, in the girl's locker room naked after taking your clothes.

He and his group of heathens own your high school or they like to think so. They are nothing but trouble and you only hoped that this phase Ransom has with you is only that, a phase till he gets bored with you and moves on to torment the next girl.

If it wasn't for the crow cawing, you would have remained in place with your thoughts. Startling, your eyes lift to the crow who flies over to a sign. You squint your eyes and read, "Trick or Treating Corn Maze"

Perhaps the party is in the corn maze?

You look over your shoulder at your car. It's getting dark, and you contemplate leaving but if you do, there might be consequences, according to the anonymous invitation. But if you stay and go through the corn maze, it could be worse.

You have no idea what or whose intention they have with you.

It could be dangerous...

Or it could be a treat...

Well, you're about to find out. You take a step, inhaling a deep breath. You're already dressed and here, might as well find out.

You walk over cautiously, passing the sign, the crow staring at you, tilting its head to the side, cawing. You weren't afraid, although maybe you should be.

Freddy and Jason might be in there waiting for you.

You notice a flashlight hanging off a corn branch, you take it as a sign that the flashlight is for you. You grab it, turn it on, you continue to walk.

In Horror movies, the girl would say "Hello" and "Anyone there?"

But you knew fucking better. You remain silent and wait for the boogeyman to pop out and eat ya. You get to the first corner, and you stop to a halt as you see a figure standing, with a scarecrow mask on his face.

This is the part where you widen your eyes and gulp. Okay, maybe you are scared. He lifts his head from the floor and stares at you through his mask. You remain frozen, Your hand holding the flashlight up to him, shakes uncontrollably.

He strides over to you, he keeps getting bigger and bigger as you keep getting smaller and smaller.

You're dead.

You're positive as Ion television, this masked scarecrow is going to murder you, There's no way he's going to give you a treat... Right?

Your breath hitches as he towers menacingly over you making you feel ten times smaller than before.

"W-who are you?" You stutter through clatter teeth.

He tilts his head to the side and back, you can feel his eyes checking you out from head to toe. "Scarecrow." His dark tone sends shivers down your spine.

"I-i mean your real name." You sigh.

"Scarecrow." He repeats, crossing his arms.

You let out another sigh, as he is not going to tell you and you don't recognize him through his mask. As of right now, you only know him as...

Scarecrow.

"Till how long will you be scarecrow?" You ask. He somehow takes another step closer to you. Closing whatever inches of distance there was any left.

"Till the course is complete." He says cryptically.

You were about to ask what he meant but he foresaw your question and shook his head before your lips parted.

He looks down at your costume and you can imagine a smirk crawling on his face. "I thought witches were supposed to look ugly." There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"They're not ugly. That's just how movies and shows portray them." You say.

He hums in response.

"Well, Witchy let's begin, Trick or treat?" His tone changed back to dark.

You gulp loudly, nervous about what to answer. "T-treat?" You say in question.

He chuckles. "Good choice." He unzips his pants and pulls them down, dropping them to his shoes along with his briefs.

You gasp as he's sprung free.

You were expecting candy or at least a fucking sticker but not a hard length leaking with precum.

He muses a light chuckle. "Don't be so scared Witchy, you did say treat, so come and get it."

This is the part where you turn around and RUN. But you don't and not just because he could easily catch up to you but because a part of you didn't want to.

You want your treat.

Your legs tremble as you slowly kneel down before him. You stare at his hard throbbing erection and you feel a pool of wetness dripping down.

You glance at him through your eyelashes. "Um, I never-

You couldn't complete your sentence as he grabbed you by the back of your head, you gasped and he took the opportunity to shove himself inside your mouth. He grunts in satisfaction, throwing his head back as he jerks his hips forward.

A single tear rolls down your face as you take all of him at once. You try not to panic and find a way to breathe through your nose as he fucks your mouth into oblivion. "Use your tongue, drag it up and down, wrap your lips tighter." He groans.

You do what he says, wrapping your lips around tighter, and you drag your tongue. "Let me see those pretty little eyes." He says in a sultry tone.

You lift your eyes up and stare at him as your mouth is still working. "Tonight, you're our little slut, got it?" He strokes your cheek, feeling his bulge.

Our?

You weren't sure what he meant and the euphoria is blocking your mind at the moment, so you simply give him a nod in response.

It takes four more thrusts and he explodes inside your mouth. "Swallow every drop." He grunts out, pumping any excess cum on the tip of your tongue.

You drink without spilling a drop.

"That's a good little witch." He smirks. You gather yourself and stand up. Panting, he zips up his pants. "You're not done just yet. Go ahead and continue your path." He handed you the flashlight.

"Will I see you again?" You ask naively. His lips tugged a grin. "If you finish the maze you will."

"So be a good witch, okay?" He caressed your cheek. "Okay." You say. You give him a final glance over your shoulder and you continue your path.

You lit up your way to the next corner and sure enough, there's another figure standing in the corner, patiently waiting.

Another large frame wearing a skeleton mask. "Hiya, sweet cheeks." You knew that voice but it couldn't be. Could it?

"Trick or treat?" He mocks.

If it was him, you weren't sure if you wanted a treat from him.

From Ransom.

So you picked option two.

"Trick." You swallowed softly.

"You sure?" He teases.

No

"Yes."

In the blink of an eye, he marched right over to you and pushed you so rough that it knocked you right on your ass.

That confirmed, that indeed the skeleton-masked man is Ransom. You grunt as you thump on the ground, you look up scowling as he laughs.

"What was that for?" He crouched over and instantly, he pulled up your dress. "For your trick."  He pulled down your panties.

You suck in a breath but you don't move nor tell him to stop. He lifts his mask just enough to expose his mouth.

He dives right in and starts to lick your wet cunt that's been throbbing since Scarecrow. You let out a soft moan and he goes deeper.

"R-ransom." You moan his name.

He slapped your cunt hard, making you flinch both in pleasure and pain. "Skeleton." He murmurs against your skin, sending vibrations.

"Alright then, Skeleton."

You smile hazily, The cloud you're on goes up higher and higher. "Ske- I-i'm going to-

The cloud disappears and you fall right down.

"Hey." You whine in protest, frowning as he adjusts his mask back on.

Trick.

"Don't pout, sweet cheeks. You'll get your treat in the end."

Pulling your panties back up, you stand, taking the flashlight from him with a frown on your face.

"Lose that pout." He now said in a stern voice.

"Make me." You frown deeper.

He was about to pounce on you but he refrained himself from doing so. "You're going to regret that at the end of the maze." He huffs.

You flash the flashlight right at his face. "You don't scare me, Ransom." You said before you walked away, frowning.

You walked cautiously as you heard a twig snap. You approach the next corner, finding a third figure smashing the shit out of a pumpkin.

Your gasp made him stop and turn to look at you.

Pumpkin masked-man.

You can feel a darker aura with this one, he was more scarier than the previous two. "Hi there." He curtsy.

"Hi." You whisper.

"Trick or treat Pumpkin?"

"Um..."

"T-treat."

"On your knees then."

After he gave you your treat, which was the same treat that Scarecrow gave you. He gave you a wink, muttering "See you at the finish line, Pumpkin."

"It's about time." An irritated voice startled you as you got to the next corner.

"I- uh- you stammered.

His mask gave you chills, a red devil mask.

"Looks like Pumpkin Man got greedy and gave you his treat twice." He crossed his arms.

He did and you didn't mind at all. You devoured his greed.

"Turn around and bend over, because of his greed, you're getting a trick."

You drop your mouth open. "What why?" You protested.

"That's fifteen." He spun you around and bent you over. "Thirty for not doing what I ordered."

Before you could even think, a hard smack bounced right on your ass cheek. You yelp, jerking forward.

"That's one."

Twenty-nine hard slaps later,

You rub your butt as you walk to the last corner, even though it was a trick, it sure did feel like a treat the way he kissed you afterward, the kiss was so soft like he was making up for it and you immediately forgave him.

Who knew the devil could kiss you like an Angel?

You look up to someone clapping their hands. "Congratulations, you made it."

The last masked man, the phantom of the opera.

"Is it over? Did I win?"

"You sure did Sweetheart." He steps closer. "And the winner gets a special prize. You ready?" He strokes your cheek. You look into his eyes feeling flutters in your stomach as he stares back into yours.

"Yes." You whisper.

As soon as the word leaves your mouth, four figures pop out of the shadows.

Scarecrow

Skeleton

Pumpkin

Red Devil

They all stand around you in a circle. "Boys, it's time to treat our girl, right," Phantom informs them.

They all nod. The first one to approach you is phantom. He picks you up and lays you on top of a flat stone and for a moment you think you were about to be sacrificed. But he starts to strip his clothes off instead.

You stare at him with googly eyes, staring up and down at his god-figure-like body. You didn't even notice you were biting your lip hard till a tiny spill of blood slid down.

Those biceps and his hard abs were a treat alone. You were aching to be smothered by him in a hug.

"Your dress... off now." He commanded.

You practically ripped it off your body. There were several growls growling at you, you looked at them confused about why but when Scarecrow pointed down to your chest you looked.

No bra.

You gulp loudly when Phantom towered over you, pinning your arms above your head as he snarled at you. "Why aren't you wearing a fucking bra."

"B-because- I-i t-the d-dress- it- um

You didn't make sense speaking gibberish.

He gripped your chin and you're forced to look into his dark eyes. "Don't let it happen again."

"Okay." You nodded slowly.

He leaned and kissed you softly as his hands wandered down and he began to massage your breasts. A soft moan escaped your lips and vibrated against his mouth. If it wasn't for the shift movement, you wouldn't have been reminded that there were four other guys around you, watching the two of you tensely.

"You're going to give yourself to me. I'm going to take your virginity and we're all going to have our way with you. You have been chosen." He murmurs as he trails his kisses down to your lower abdomen.

"Chosen?" You murmured back.

"Yes, you have been chosen. Tonight you will be honored, among other things." He smirked.

"How did you know I'm a virgin?"

You hear Ransom chuckling in a low tone.

Of course

He starts to stroke himself and you start to panic as he's rather big. "That is going inside me?" You gulped, eyes widened.

He smirks. "Every inch."

"Is it going to hurt?" You whisper as he lines himself to your entrance. "Yes." He doesn't lie.

He saw the panic in your eyes. "Red Devil come here." He ordered.

He steps inside the circle. "Kiss her, have her distracted till I'm all the way in."

Red Devil lifts his mask to his nose, dips his head, and crashes his lips against yours. You moan softly as he deepens the kiss, he holds your hand in place.

Phantom begins to enter his tip and automatically whimpers against the Red Devil. "She's squirming too much, keep her in place." Phantom let out a groan.

Scarecrow and Pumpkin approach, each one on each side holding your body down. Skeleton grips your hands down as Red Devil keeps kissing you.

Phantom's groans become louder as he goes further in and you begin to shed tears. "Just do it, already. The anticipation is killing her." Scarecrow huffed.

"Fuck you, you would take your time with her too. She's fucking tight." He grunts.

"Focus on me, baby." Red devil whispers. "M-kay-

"Aaah!" You let out a scream for two reasons. Phantom slammed himself all the way in breaking your hymen and two, Red Devil bit down on your lip.

He jerks his head forward and stays still. "Everyone back the fuck up, now." He still has his head hung down. Scarecrow and Pumpkin release their hold on you and Red Devil backs away. Skeleton also known as Ransom reluctantly also backed away. "I get dibs next, I was the one who coronated her." Said Ransom.

"Whatever." Phantom lifts his head up and flips him off. He starts to thrust, groaning as he empowers each thrust. You feel your heat welcoming him, loving how good he feels rubbing against your walls.

You moan uncontrollably, as your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Fuck." He curses, grabbing your legs, and throwing them over his shoulders as he picks up the pace.

"How does she feel?" One of them grunted out but you couldn't tell who it was, as you were too busy seeing white lines.

"Fucking perfect." He pants.

"Fuck I'm not going to last! She's fucking clamping down on me." He squints his eyes closed as you scream in ecstasy. He paints your insides white as he cums in you.

"My turn." Ransom grunts out. "Would you at least wait till my dick is out of her, you fucking horn dog." He retorts.

"Remember Skeleton, we wear a condom with her. The only one who gets to feel her bare is Phantom." Scarecrow tells him as if he was a child.

"I don't know why, I was the one who told you guys about her. Why does Phantom get to be the only one to fuck her raw."

Phantoms slid out of you making you flinch slightly. "Because I'm the leader, fucker." He spats.

"What do you two think?" Ransom ignores Phantom and speaks to Pumpkin and Red Devil instead. "If her cunt feels just as good as her pretty little mouth then yea I wouldn't mind feeling her bare." Pumpkin muses.

Red Devil scoffs. "Well, then we have our answer because you were a greedy fucker and kept her longer than your original time."

As you can tell he was still upset about the double treat...

"Would you guys shut the fuck up, Skeleton fuck her already if not I'm taking your turn." Scarecrow groans.

"I think the fuck not." He snarls. Ransom picks you up like a rag doll and has you in a doggy-style position. Ransom slaps your ass hard and groans. "Remember when I said you were going to regret it, I'm going to hate fuck you so good that you'll fall in love with me." He whispered in your ear.

You hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper ripping. He puts it on. "Ransom don't, not in my-

Before you could finish he smacks your ass again making you jump forward. "Skeleton, fuck her pussy, we'll save that hole for another day." Phantom orders.

He scoffs. "I can have my way with her, I don't need to listen to you."

"I marked her first, my cum is filled inside her. You will do what the fuck I say. You could choke her, do other shit but you won't fuck her ass tonight, she's not ready." He grits out.

Ransom growls behind you. "Fine." He spits out.

In the same position, he enters inside, immediately reminding you of the pain that comes in the beginning. He yanks your hair back and forces you to stare at Phantom who swallows hard watching Ransom fucking you hard.

It shouldn't turn you on but it does. You can see Phantom getting hard again and that does something to your core.

"Look what you're doing to him Y/N, what you're doing to all of them." He taunts in your ear. You glance at Pumpkin, the red devil and scarecrow who's burning holes at you and Ransom.

Pumpkin and Scarecrow are palming themselves against their jeans as Red Devil's gaze is right on you. You can feel his eyes making love to you. You moan watching all of them stare at you.

"I knew you were a slut, not once did I buy your innocent act." He chuckled darkly.

Ransom fucks you harder and you feel him twitching inside you. He wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes hard, you gasp, throwing your head back, your eyes rolling to the back of your head again. "Well look at that, you're no longer pouting, sweet cheeks."

"R-ransom i-i'm cu-

"Give it to me, slut." The degradation was enough to trigger your orgasm and you cum as he spills inside the condom.

You find yourself screaming as he bites hard on your shoulder. "I guess we both marked her." He taunts Phantom who snarls.

"I'm marking her next, come here baby." Pumpkin was already secured with a condom when he snatched you from Ransom.

He leans you against the stone, wrapping your legs around his waist and he doesn't waste any time, he starts to fuck you. "Fuck you do feel good, so fucking tight." He groans.

You no longer feel any mascara on your lashes, it's smudged all over your face thanks to them three. But it's not over yet, you still have Red Devil and Scarecrow.

He tugs and plays with your breasts as they bounce up and down as you rock your hips forward meeting his pace. "Mhmm, you are a little slut, you like getting fuck by five guys?" He pinches your nipple.

"Y-yes!" You cry out, feeling another orgasm rising.

"You are going to be so much fun, go ahead baby, cream me." He coos.

You scream once again, digging your nails on his back and you cum for the third time. He grunts in victory, spilling inside the condom.

He pulls out and Red Devil steps into the frame. "He's a greedy little fucker, isn't he?" He tells you.

You wrap your arms around him, snuggling close as you're starting to feel sleepy and sore. "You can be greedy too... I don't mind." You whisper groggily.

He prepares himself. "I think I'll take up on your offer sweetheart." He caressed your cheek. He kisses you tenderly. "Hang on." He soothes.

You whimper again feeling him stretching you out, they all have been but it feels so good. You hang on to him as he goes into stealth mode, you can tell he has a dark side but he can also be soft, at least with you anyway.

You bury your head into the crook of his neck, not being able to do anything about it you just take the pounding he's giving you till you both cum.

"Greed's hell of a drug." He whispers, kissing you once more. "I'll kick Greed's ass if he doesn't move." Scarecrow deadpans behind him.

He kisses your forehead. "She's all yours." He stepped to the side.

Scarecrow closes the distance between the two of you. "I told you, you'll be seeing me again." He parts your lips with his thumb. "I-i don't know if I can handle another orgasm." You swallow.

"I believe in you."

You slowly nod. "If you pass out I'll stop." He assures. "Okay." You nod again.

You don't feel achy anymore when he enters you, you're getting used to the stretch. You inhale a deep breath as you wrap your arms around his large body, all certified lean muscle.

He hitch a breath, feeling how wet and slick you are down there. "God damm." He pants.

"I have to say, I'm glad we finally listened to Skeleton." He mumbles. "Fuck you asshole." Ransom glares at him.

"Scarecrow, she's getting close, make our girl feel good." Phanton palms his hard erection.

"With pleasure." He teases.

He plunges in and out of you, making you cry and whimper. "Oh my god." Your lips quiver.

"No gods here, Witchy. Just devils." He says in a sultry tone. You bite your lip, hot and not bothered by his comment.

You want him, you want all of them.

You need all of them.

The five hellraisers.

Our bodies condense, the sounds our bodies make echoing throughout the corn maze. "I- S-scarecrow, don't stop, even if I pass out." You say in the heat of the moment.

He groans, picking up his pace. "You can handle it, keep your eyes on me." He coaches you.

Your mouth opens wide, your eyes bulging out of their sockets. "I-

"Eyes on me, Y/n. Keep your eyes on me. Stay with me baby girl, we're almost there."

"I-I can't-

You cry, shaking your head.

"Yes, you can, look at me, focus on me." You look into his eyes through his mask. You breathe heavily as you focus on his eyes and somehow you manage to orgasm without passing out. He catches you as your body convulses uncontrollably.

He rubs your back as he holds you. "I told you, you could do it." He says in a playful tone.

"N-no more." You say tirelessly.

"Course has been completed. Congratulations Y/N, your initiation is finished." Phantom speaks.

"Initiation?" You say hazily.

"You just became the five hellraiser's girl. You belong to us now."

"Who's us exactly?" You say.

He takes off his mask revealing his face, Pumpkin follows then Red Devil, Skeleton who was a dead giveaway, and lastly Scarecrow.

You look at each one of them, now recognizing them from school.

Ransom's friends or should you say, brotherhood of some sort.

Ari Levinson- Phantom

Steve Rogers- Red Devil

Lloyd Hansen- Pumpkin

Andy Barber- Scarecrow

Ransom Drysdale- Skeleton

Ari approaches you first, caressing your cheek. He opens the palm of his hand revealing something. "We each will give you a ring, if you accept them you will always wear them. You are not to take them off, this is how everyone in school will know you belong to the hell raisers. So what do you say Y/N?"

"Put it on me." You don't hesitate. He chuckles as he slides the ring down your ring finger. It's a white colored ring just like his mask.

He kisses you before taking a step to the side. Steve comes up next and you stick his hand out to him. He slides a red-colored ring on your middle finger, kissing your hand when he's done. Lloyd shoots you a wink as he puts his orange-colored ring on your index finger. Andy brings your thumb to his mouth kissing it softly as he slides his off yellow-colored ring on your thumb.

Last, Ransom comes up to you with a smirk. "May I sweet cheeks?"

You stare at him for a moment. "I suppose." You say cautiously. He slides his black and white colored ring on your pinky.

"Welcome to the club sweet cheeks." He smiles. You hook your pink with him and you two pinky promise each other.

"So what happens next?" You ask.

He chuckles, looking over to Ari, who smirks.

"Reign."

You had no idea what he meant but as long it also means you get food and cuddles, you're down for it.

Let's reign hell, hellraisers.

THE END.

[domripley]

Cuddling

pairing: billy loomis x stu macher

warnings: implied cheating, fluff, light angst, mentions murder.

a/n: i don’t know why i never reposted this lol

Billy took his mask off, placing it down on the coffee table in Stu’s basement. He was exhausted, not realizing that Sidney would be that challenging. He wanted to kill her, but it was becoming more of a frustration than he thought it would be. Stu told him he was going to go a different route so they wouldn’t get caught – telling him that he’ll meet him back at his house. Pulling his robe off, Billy grabbed the TV remote off the table once he placed the robe down. He needed something to wind down and something stupid on TV seemed to be the best option.

Ten minutes later, Stu came down the basement stairs. His Ghostface outfit already off him, and Billy assumed it was in his backpack that was on his shoulder. He looked sweaty and tired, and all Billy could think about was cuddling with him until they fell asleep.

“Your parents gone for the night?” Billy asked, watching Stu place his backpack down near the bottom of the stairs.

“Thank fuck, I’ve been waiting all week. They’re going to be gone for the whole weekend. Do you want to stay the whole time? They left me money for pizzas and snacks,” Stu said, silently hoping that Billy would stay for the whole weekend.

“Yeah, I can, although aren’t you having a party on Saturday?” Billy questioned, and Stu looked as if he had to think it over.

“Oh, that’s right,” Stu said, finally remembering that the party was where they were going to kill everyone else. “You’re going to have to be the one who kills Tatum. I can’t do it, man.”

“I’ll do it, don’t worry. Make sure Sidney doesn’t know I’m coming to it.” Billy reminded Stu, knowing that if he would tell Tatum, Tatum would tell Sidney.

Stu sat down on the couch next to Billy, placing his hand on his thigh. Normally Billy was always in the mood, but not tonight. Tonight, he wanted Stu in his arms and nothing more.

“Let’s just cuddle for right now, I’ll put a movie on for us. It’s just tomorrow’s going to be hectic, and we both need our energy. Okay, babe?” Billy said, and Stu took his hand off his thigh.

“If we’re just going to cuddle, let’s go to my room. The TV’s bigger and the bed is a lot more comfortable.” Stu suggested. Usually they were always down in the basement where his parents wouldn’t bug them, and since Stu’s parents weren’t home for the weekend, they could be anywhere in the house they wanted to be. To Billy, it felt nice to be a little more open than usual. Even if it was just for three days and one of the days there was going to be too many people in the house.

Stu led the way up the stairs and into his bedroom, and when Billy sat down on the bed, he wished they could spend their time here instead of in the basement every time. He shook his thoughts away, not wanting to dwell on it too long. He watched as Stu turned the TV on, putting a VHS tape into the VHS player.

“What movie are we watching?” Billy asked, pulling the covers down so it would be easier for Stu to get into the bed.

“Hell Raiser, I haven’t watched it in a while. But I can always turn something else on?” Stu offered, climbing into the bed.

“Nah, I’m good with Hell Raiser.”

Once Stu hit play, Billy laid his head against Stu’s chest, usually it would be the other way around – but he needed this. He needed Stu to hold him. As the movie played, Billy began to grow tired, smiling to himself as Stu began to play with his hair.

“You can go to sleep, it’s okay.” Stu said as if he was reading his mind. Billy nodded as he closed his eyes.

He loved Stu and he couldn’t wait to be with him officially.

[justvanessah]

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