#spooky clown man

[creativemeth]

so i was watching a movie with some frens

[thatsbelievable]

THE MONSTROUS ADVENTURES OF MUMMY MAN AND WAFFLES by me (Steve Behling) and illustrator Robb Mommaerts is number 720 on the Amazon Children’s Halloween Books list! WOOOOOOO!!!!

It’s every kid’s dream to be #720, and we fully embrace it. Now, only [counts quietly to self] 719 spots to go until we’re number one!

In the meantime, we need one of those “We’re #1!” foam gloves but it has 720 fingers and says, “We’re #720!”

[spacefatcat]

Garcia/Mr Clown knows about baking, he knows how to bake pies, cookies and muffins, he usually bakes them when there are sect meetings (The joke about clowns and pies basically)

He usually bakes muffins for Captain, and obviously Captain brags about them to his other police patners, but he doesn't share at all.

[dibbzzepozzum009]

Video’s finished! But let me warn you guys something, if you have a phobia of CLOWNS, then don’t watch the video cuz there IS a clown in the video. I’ll repeat the same thing at the start the video again just in case:

[digitulworld]

spooky month theories and things i noticed so far lalala

-jack isnt part of the cult, and his actions are not intentionally meant to keep john from his goal, but like captain and shotgun man, he was hired specifically so his weaknesses would slow john down and prevent him from investigating the cult. jack is easily distracted, scared of clowns, and seems to not care enough about the cult compared to john. in one of the endings, although john looks out the window suspiciously, jack has a smug look, as though he isnt taking john seriously. intentional or not, its this action that allows ignacio to burn the evidence

-ignacio was ordered to burn the evidence in johns house, but, presumably by his own decision, kept photos of johns family. it may be to gain further knowledge on his family for potential blackmail. whether the attempt to burn the photo of a younger looking john is for personal reasons or not is also unknown. it is also unknown why ignacio would wait for jack and john to leave the house so that they would survive the housefire, but it might be to eventually indoctrinate or sacrifice them

-the candy dealer, due to having the same va as john, might actually be a relative of john. possibly his brother, because so far, out of all the hatzgang, robert is the only one with unconfirmed parents. he has three confirmed siblings, an uncle, aunt, cousin, and grandparents, but no mom and dad. there is no explanation or reasoning for why roberts parents havent made an appearance or mention yet

-there is a track titled "aeternum" that plays during the spooky month secret endings. aeternum means forever and eternity. this track plays when a cult member or multiple appear on screen, dead or alive. however, this track also plays in strebers rehearsal, when the scene cuts to a closeup of his now cracked photo

-frank is either a victim, servant, or has some affiliation with the cult due to him possibly being part of the undead. we know his black eyes are natural, since we see a small photo on johns corkboard of him wearing a disguise containing a mustache and white eyes. frank also shows a visual similarity to the frankenstein character trope with a massive body and square head. hes also been seen kidnapping children and selling drugged treats, similar to what mr clown and the candy dealer do

-on the topic of the undead, streber is not confirmed to be a part of it, but his short foreshadows the details of his fate, all except livs comment on him becoming a part of the undead. evermores lines on bobs attacks, saying its unknown if anyone got killed or if its just a show, along with strebers theatrical performance as a vampire, and skid and pump believing his injury was faked once they left the haunted house, leaves questions as to why bob didnt kill streber, but rather just ate his arm. i cannot find a reason why he didnt eat him in a way that would be fatal to streber, unless he knew the amount of blood loss caused from losing an arm would kill him. bob is confirmed to dismember his victims after killing them, and streber is foreshadowed to be part of the undead

-semi related to the above observation, bob is confirmed to have a kill count of at least 8, but has only had a single joke killing in his episode with the pelo cameo. bob was specifically targeting skid and pump that night, which is why he stalled and ate candy instead of directly killing lila and kevin. he also only ate strebers arm, and stole the hatzgangs candy instead of murdering them. the only ones he actively stalked and made an effort to kill were skid and pump, even after needing to be revived by the pendant multiple times

-on the topic of the pendant, pumps eyes only turn blue when faced with a supernatural or demonic entity. when bob was run over, pumps eyes turned blue. there is a slight chance that the eyes of the universe was either allowing bob to revive, or was possessing him

-the cult has been creating the happy fella dolls with the sole purpose of being possessed. dexter was forced into the doll, as stated by pelo, and as a result he now sits in a bucket in the attic observing the items around him that he can now conclude are important, especially the mannequin which has been seen moving on its own multiple times. dexter also knows about the spider, and the thieves needing the items not for themselves, but for a higher up. it may be thematically important that the cult created the dolls, so that dexter can use this knowledge against them if he were to make a return

-pump is fascinated by eldritch monsters and befriended one, while susie is infatuated with demons and the underworld, creating a school project themed after hell and drawing demons during her free time. this may or may not be important, but the siblings do share a love for powerful beings and their interests could be relevant to the plot in later episodes

[confessions-sm]

Wake up chat, your friend Xani has cooked some new Au ideas for you 😎

• Superhero Au were Roys parents are famous superheroes but Roy goes thought a revel phase and decides to become a villain by pure spite (maybe he alies with Ross and Robert)

• Secret agent Au with Radford and Frank (can and cannot have clickbait, its on you) Radford is the most recent member of a secret leage and Frank is a know member of a criminal organization. They both fucked up in their own ways and now they have to work together to sabe their sorry asses from their respective teams. Hijinks and comedy occur.

• Totoro au with Susie and Pump.

• B99 au with John, Jack, Patty, shotgun, captain, Garcia and Evermore.

Your welcome /silly

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[thepariahcontinuum]

Halloween's tomorrow and this thing is talking to me like the Green Goblin mask

[dokkvi]

This one was inspired by the song “Child” from their Hunter Gatherer album.

[dolly-spit]

doodle dump brought to you by my involuntary sleep deprivation :v

[deathbyclown]

The Garden House Pairing: Shanks and Buggy Rating: T Words: 3100

Happy Halloween!

Summary: The Roger Pirates are docked at an island with a haunted house. Shanks and Buggy sneak away to explore the infamous house.

Warnings: This is a (mild) horror story, so there are unsettling elements. There’s a point where Buggy recalls the story told to him and Shanks by Roger about the house and it has a description of dead children if ur uncomfortable with smth like that!

AO3 Link 

There it stood, looming, casting a shadow over them in the light of the full moon. The Garden House. Shanks pushed at the front door, which gave way to them easily, as if eager to invite them in. Buggy hesitated at the doorway, a chill running through him as he looked into the pitch-black house, the smell of rotting wood nearly overwhelming. 

“You coming?” Shanks asked with an annoying little grin, his eyebrow raised as he shone his flashlight at Buggy. 

“Get that out of my face, idiot!” Buggy snapped, sending his hands over to cover the blinding light. 

“Shhh! Don’t be so loud!” Shanks hissed, reaching out and grabbing Buggy by his arm, yanking him over the threshold. 

“I’ll be as loud as I want if you-” Buggy was cut off by Shanks covering his mouth, his hands warm, his palms calloused. 

“You’re gonna get us caught! Yell at me later!” 

Buggy’s cheeks burned with his anger, but he’d save telling off Shanks for later. He licked Shanks hand to get him to let go, tasting salt and dirt. 

“Euuughh. You’re so gross.” Shanks grimaced, then took his wet hand and smeared it on Buggy’s cheek, running away and snickering. Buggy growled in frustration and disgust and ran after him, ready to grab him and punch him in his stupid face. 

Buggy hated to admit it, but Shanks was right; they needed to keep quiet while they were outside as not to be heard beyond the house. If Rayleigh realized they snuck off the ship again he’d punish them with the worst ship chores for a month. And there was no way he’d be scrubbing toilets and washing dishes and clothes during his free time when he was so close to finishing his new book.  

But he and Shanks had been captivated by Roger’s ghost stories while they were docked on this island. And the main figure in each story was The Garden House. Buggy continued to replay the last story told to him and Shanks in his head, about the last owner of the house: 

An old woman moved into the well-known house, not put off by the rumors of ghosts or curses. She was just happy to have her own place, where she could cultivate her garden. And she grew a magnificent garden, her pride and joy. It was so lovely, so large, that the locals began referring to that old haunted house as ‘The Garden House.’ 

But there was something wrong. Despite her diligence, she found that something was digging through her garden, breaking her plants, eating her produce. She tried everything she could think of to deter this pest; building a taller fence, putting up several scarecrows, putting out rocks that looked like fruits and vegetables, but nothing worked. 

All her hard work was being eaten away, destroyed by some beast. She needed to be rid of this creature or her beautiful garden would be nothing but dirt and weeds. So, she picked a bowlful of her most perfect, plumpest and juiciest berries, and filled them with poison. She left them out, hoping to be rid of her pests, once and for all.  

The next morning she returned to her garden, to see if her trap had worked. It did. She found two small children, thin and worn, dead, next to the nearly empty bowl of berries, their blue lips and cold fingers stained with sticky red juice. She had found her pests, but she was too terrified from killing them to rejoice in her success. She grabbed the bodies of the children and dragged them to her cellar. She spent the rest of the day frantically digging a hole big enough for the two of them, her hands blistered and aching, covered in dirt, dumping the bodies and the berries into the hole. She covered them up, tamping down the fresh dirt and made sure there were no signs of the children in her beautiful garden.  

After a week, no one came looking for the children and she breathed a sigh of relief. The garden continued to thrive, no longer bothered by pests, and she put the children from her mind, too pleased with her lovely plants.  

When something began to root through her garden again, she did the same thing. Over the years she killed anything that dared to bother her plants, taking the bodies of animals and humans alike and burying them in her cellar, until it was filled with bones and rot, the sweet smell of decay seeping up from the floorboards, consuming the house in death. But it never bothered her; she had her perfect garden. 

Naturally after hearing these tales Shanks wanted to check it out, and Buggy had to admit he was a little curious as well, but he was perfectly content to just stay on the ship. Shanks dragged him along, offering a free favor of his choosing and Buggy just couldn’t turn that down. When they arrived Buggy felt all that curiosity and eagerness drain right out of him. Buggy could feel it, as if the house was living, some slithering crawling thing, beckoning them to be swallowed up, to step into its waiting maw. 

Buggy knew if he backed out now he’d never hear the end of it from Shanks. So, reluctantly, he pushed forward, dragging his feet the whole way. There was no way he’d let Shanks outdo him! At least that’s what he tried to convince himself as he walked deeper into the house. 

Now he was standing all alone in this large creaking house, mold lining the peeling wallpaper, floorboards rotting, creaking with every step, that smell of decay permeating every inch. 

Where did Shanks run off to so quickly!? He had better not have gone looking for the cellar. Buggy wanted to stay as far away as possible from that cursed cellar. Buggy slowly crept through the halls, too terrified to look closely in the rooms, afraid that in his search he’d find a ghost instead of Shanks. Everything was pitch-black, thin strips of moonlight tried to break through the boarded up windows, but it wasn’t enough to let Buggy see more than dark shapes in the rooms. He relied mostly on sound, since Shanks disappeared with their only flashlight. 

But the house creaked, wind blew through the gaps in the walls and windows, making it sound and feel as though the house was breathing. And Buggy couldn’t tell the difference between the sounds of the house, as what could be a person. 

Buggy paused as he thought he saw something at the end of the hallway move. He squinted, trying to see through the darkness. There was something human-sized and dark just at the edge of the hallway. Goosebumps rose on his skin and Buggy kept his eyes locked onto it, unsure if it was moving or not. He backed up slowly, the boards creaking with every step, sounding like cries echoing off the walls of the barren house. 

He bumped into something solid and his heart leapt into his throat, pounding so hard he could feel it thrumming under his skin. He whipped around, searching his pockets for some kind of weapon, regretting not bringing his dagger, or even a flashlight. He looked up to see a glowing ghoulish face right in front of him. 

Buggy let out a shriek, his body breaking away from his feet to get away from the threat. 

Shanks burst out laughing, the flashlight held under his chin to exaggerate and shadow his features. 

“I got you so good!” He laughed obnoxiously, still shining the light on his face. 

Buggy bopped Shanks on the head as he returned to his feet and snatched the flashlight from him. 

“Idiot!! I wasn’t scared! You just surprised me is all!” Buggy huffed, turning his back to Shanks, fiddling with the flashlight in his hands. Stupid Shanks!! He should just leave him here all alone in this creepy house! 

Shanks wrapped an arm around him and dropped his chin on his shoulder. “Oh really? So that was a girly scream of surprise, huh?” 

Buggy growled, his face heating, and shrugged Shanks off of him. “I didn’t scream like a girl!! You’re just stupid!!” 

“Aww, c’mon Bug, I was just goofing around, don’t get so mad!” 

But Buggy ignored him, stomping away with the flashlight, leaving Shanks in the dark as he turned into a room. That idiot!! He was always trying to make Buggy look like a fool! Well who’s the fool now, no-flashlight-having LOSER! 

Buggy swept the light over the room as he walked in, the walls lined with portraits and old splintered shelves filled with dust and surrounded by broken glass. Seeing the glass glinting in the light made Buggy wonder if there could be anything valuable here. He bent down to look at the broken pieces and sickening chills skittering over his skin as he saw most of them seemed to be covered in dried blood, thick red clumps of…something sank into the wooden floor. He stood quickly and hurried to the doorway. He bumped into Shanks who turned into the room just as he was trying to leave. 

“Ouch! Watch where you’re going!” Buggy snapped, his whole body on edge. 

“There you are! It’s hard to see where I’m going when you steal the flashlight!” Shanks tried to snatch it from Buggy, but he held onto it with all of his strength, both of them tugging at the light when a loud creak of floorboards echoed down the hallway. 

Shanks stopped immediately and Buggy yanked on the flashlight, giving Shanks a smug grin as he held it triumphantly out of Shanks’ reach. 

Buggy was about to walk through the doorway when Shanks held out his arm to stop him. 

“What the hel-” Buggy started but Shanks held a finger to his lips and jerked his head to the hallway. Buggy stayed quiet and he heard it, the creak of the floorboards, like heavy footsteps coming down the hall. 

The blood drained from Buggy’s face, his fingers feeling cold, clutching onto the flashlight hard enough to make his fingers ache. He just stared at Shanks with wide frantic eyes, too afraid to speak. What the hell was out there!? Was it a ghost? A person? A monster? Buggy didn’t want to find out, but they were stuck in this room, the slow creaking footsteps sounded meandering, moving closer at an agonizing pace. 

Shanks held up a finger. 

Wait  

He peeked out from the doorway. He pulled his head back in and turned to Buggy shaking his head, his hand outstretched, waving his fingers for the flashlight. 

Was he stupid!? If he shines a flashlight down the hallway, whatever is there will definitely see them!! 

Buggy shook his head, holding the flashlight out of reach when Shanks tried to grab for it. Buggy dragged his pointer finger across his neck and pointed to the hallway. There was no way he was going to give the flashlight to Shanks so he could get them killed!!  

Shanks rolled his eyes and tried to wrestle the flashlight from Buggy; the tussle becoming so aggressive that they ended up rolling around on the ground until Shanks sat up with the flashlight, sitting on Buggy’s chest. 

Buggy bared his teeth, grabbing Shanks’ wrists when a loud sigh sounded from the corner of the room. The two of them froze and turned toward the sound. 

All the hairs on Buggy’s skin stood on end, his blood turning to ice at the sight of some dark figure standing in the corner of the room. 

That wasn’t there before. The room was empty, just full of junk, but nothing large like whatever was swaying slightly in the corner. 

Shanks immediately got to his feet and stood between Buggy and the thing. 

“Who are you?” Shanks demanded as he shone the light in the corner, his legs trembling. Buggy hurried to his feet, hovering behind Shanks, pulling at his shirt to get him to back up. 

Shanks was definitely shining the light on this shadowy figure, but it was like the light didn’t matter at all. The thing before them was all shadows, endless all-consuming darkness, swallowing down any light, leaving only pitch black. It continued to sway, just a tall dark mass, its slight movement giving it the look of something throbbing. 

Buggy pulled hard at Shanks’ shirt, until the seams of it creaked, not wanting to stay in the same place as this creature. 

“Shanks. We gotta go. Please!” Buggy whispered frantically. 

Shanks remained unmoving, still shining the light on the creature. He glanced back at Buggy, their eyes meeting before returning to the thing in front of them. 

It was closer now,close enough to reach out an arm to touch. It loomed above them, swaying slightly, letting out struggling sighing breaths. 

“Shanks!” Buggy screeched, his feet already scrambling out of the room as he grabbed Shanks under his arms and dragged him from the room, neither of them taking their eyes off the creature. 

Buggy felt hot and cold at the same time, his stomach churning with terror. He had to get them out of here. Had to make it back to the ship. 

They turned the corner to hallway, losing sight of the creature and in that split second it was peeking around the corner, as if it was staring at them, waiting for them to blink. 

Shanks got his feet under him and backed up quickly, his shaking hand holding up the flashlight as they kept their eyes locked onto the creature. Both of them must’ve blinked or looked away because it was suddenly halfway down the hall toward them in an instant. 

Buggy screamed, tears gathering, hot panic washing over him, clawing over his skull and back. 

“Oh my god, Shanks, we’re gonna die!” He sobbed, bumping into walls, desperately trying to keep the tears from blurring his eyes. 

“It’ll be ok! Just don’t stop looking at it!” Shanks tried to sound reassuring, but his voice sounded strained, high with fear. 

They slammed into a hard surface. Buggy groped behind him. The door. They were at the front door!! Buggy’s hand slid over the old splintered surface, desperately searching for the door handle. As soon as he felt the cold metal he yanked on the handle, pushing both of them forward so his hand could swing open the door. As soon as there was enough space for them he pulled them both back and out from the doorway. Buggy was about to close the door when a voice behind him made him jump. 

“I had a feeling you two would be here.” Rayleigh’s sighed with exasperation. 

Both Shanks and Buggy turned their heads to look at Rayleigh in surprise before whipping back to look at the creature. 

“Rayleigh! It’s not safe here! We gotta go!” Shanks shouted, waving his arm behind him. 

“Someone in there?” Rayleigh asked seriously, stepping in front of both boys, his hand on the hilt of his sword. 

“It’s a ghost!! We can’t look away or it’ll get us!!” Buggy warned, peeking out from behind Rayleigh, holding onto his coat. 

Rayleigh turned to both of them with an inquisitive brow but Shanks and Buggy both gave insistent nods that they weren’t joking. 

With a huff Rayleigh took a step forward, holding back his arm to tell them to stay put, and walked into the house, slipping through the open doorway. Buggy and Shanks held onto each other, watching the darkened doorway with bated breath. 

After a few agonizing minutes, where Buggy and Shanks began pacing, where Buggy had to hold back Shanks from going in, Rayleigh returned. 

“There’s nothing in there. I don’t know what you thought you saw, but it’s gone. Or more likely, it never existed.” Rayleigh put a hand on both of their shoulders to lead them away. 

The two of them loudly protested that there was something in there, that’s something very real chased them. Rayleigh remained skeptical, but let them recount everything that happened as they walked back to the ship. 

“Well, in any case, it sounds like you boys had quite the adventure.” Rayleigh ruffled both of their heads. He crouched down to be eye-level and grabbed their ears hard, making both of them jump and hiss. 

“But if you ever sneak away without telling anyone again, you’ll be ship bound doing toilet chores for a year. Understood?” 

“Yessir!” They said automatically, sighing in relief as Rayleigh let go of their ears. 

He relaxed and pulled them into a hug, kissing the tops of their heads.  

“I don’t know what I’d do if anything bad happened to you two, alright?” 

Buggy held onto him, nodding his head, wiping his small tears into his coat, wanting to hide his face. 

“Yessir.” Shanks whispered, his arms wrapping around Buggy and Rayleigh. 

“Now get to bed. You’ll be doing morning chores for the next month.” Rayleigh said pushing them toward their room. 

Buggy opened his mouth to protest, but Shanks put hand over his mouth and quickly wished Rayleigh a good night as he dragged Buggy away. 

They returned to their room and settled into their hammocks, Buggy still grumbling and blaming Shanks for their new morning responsibilities. They laid there and argued with each other until they both ran out of words. 

The room was too quiet. Buggy shuffled in his bed, the quiet and darkness starting to feel unsettling. He couldn’t stop thinking about the thing that chased them. He turned over quickly toward the door, not wanting to keep his back to the open room. His heart thumped in his chest the longer he sat in the darkness, not even the familiar rocking of the ship was enough to comfort him. 

“Buggy.” Shanks whispered. 

“What?” 

“…” 

Buggy laid there in his hammock above Shanks, waiting for him to answer. He jumped as he felt Shanks climbing into his bed, rocking the both of them. 

“What are you doing!?” Buggy whispered loudly. 

“I thought you might like some company.” Shanks murmured, snuggling under Buggy’s blanket, curling up against his side. 

Buggy opened his mouth to tell him to sleep in his own bed but decided not to say anything when he looked at Shanks’ earnest face, his soft brown eyes making him feel warm. 

“Whatever.” He muttered, getting comfortable, his heart easing from its tense pounding as Shanks’ warmth and weight and breathing helped him relax. Shanks slid his hand into Buggy’s, holding onto him, and Buggy held him back, the both of them sinking into sleep, no ghosts to bother them here in their warm bed.

[theabbsman]

Inktober 2023 day 6 some Not Your Normal Kids Show fan art of Dottie and the Tall Man. These random shorts started showing up in my Instagram feed and it led me to a whole series by beeveekee. If you haven’t seen them and are into random/creepy internet shorts check em out!

[rjrogelart]

Day 20: Clown

[bearnakedbaker]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

[spider-man-2o99]

hehehe watch out man watch out!!! he’s gonna freakin getcha!!!

[headcanon-territory]

"What you fear is what you'll become"

[paradoxgavel]

my brain does this fun thing where it always, without fail, autocorrects "nikola tesla" to "nikola orsinov"