#twstHalloweenMonth2021

[jelly-sugarcube]

Week 2- Trick or Treat 

@twsthalloween 

Originally it was gonna be something else, but I was in the mood for a blushy Idia 

[messymerr]

Week 4 - Festivities

@twsthalloween

To Pumpkin or not to Pumpkin, what is the question?

Sketchy but it's alright

[twst-reality]

👻🎃 TWISTED WONDERLAND HALLOWEEN EVENT 2021 🎃👻

Week 1 (1st til 7th October) 🤡

Presenting Ace Trappola as a creepy clown

⚠️Warning ⚠️ : Clown(s); the blending of the colours and the lightning of the image might be triggering to some

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Sense I couldn't show my appreciation for Ace in his birthday, I decided to dedicate the very first week of this event to him

Enjoy 💕

[psyche-yasuni]

Week 1: Classic Horror

@twsthalloween if I'm thinking classic horror, then I'll admittedly say goosebumps covers 😂 ironically welcome to horrorland scared the shit outta me.

[twisted-leader-of-something]

Week 2 - Trick or Treat!

Author’s Note: This week, I will be writing about Trick or Treating, one of my favorite things to do when Halloween rolled around when I was a child. So, hopefully that translates into this wholesome fic based on the 1952 Disney short, Trick or Treat, which I used to watch every October to get me in the mood for Halloween! 

Trigger Warnings: Crowley says something mean gets pretty badly hurt, Malleus gets scary because someone was mean to his favorite dorm. Only one divider in this fic due to this being short. 

“Yeah! We’re going to get so much candy!” The devil costume wearing Grim said, cheerfully as with his little bag, which he hoped would be full of candy by the end of the night. 

“Yeah, now that the school’s event is done, we can go trick-or-treating around the school. I still can’t believe the others wanted to let us trick-or treat around the dorms.” Yuu said, with their witch outfit and a broom to carry their bag, despite the irony. 

“I’m quite excited.” Quentin smiled over under her sheet and jack-o-lantern on her head, making her look like a ghost with a pumpkin on her head. “I haven’t done this in a long time.”

“We’ll have so much fun.” Yuu smiled. 

“Let’s do the staff first,” Quentin suggested. “that way we can hang out with everyone else later.”

“Yeah! Let’s go!” Grim said happily, as the three went up to the staff room. 

Dire Crowley was not in the mood. 

First Sam demanded some crazy supplies out of nowhere, then Divus soon after, then Vargas caused a mess in the field, and Trein had come in a given too many complaints about the guests of the week. . . On top of all thing things he’d gotten from the guests! There was so many complainants and so much to clean up! 

There was a knock at the door.

Argh! He had no time for this! 

So, Crowley marched up to the door, and there stood the Ramshackle residents. 

“Hey Headmaster!” Yuu smiled. 

“Trick or Treat!” Grim smiled, offering up his bag to the Headmaster. 

“What is it at this time of night?!” Crowley demanded to know, which seemed to make the two first years flinch in fear. “I’m busy!”

“B-But Headmaster, you said that today-” Yuu tried to explain, but Crowley didn’t seem to be listening. 

“I told you we’ll have no trick or treating this year!” Crowley said. “We don’t have the money or the time!”

“Headmaster Crowley, but-” Quentin tried to speak up, but the door was shut in her face. 

“Get out of here! I’m busy!” The Headmaster demanded, and the three did.

And so, in the courtyard, there sat the three Ramshackle residents, sitting on the bench, upset and angry at their Headmaster for being treated so coldly.

“But. . . He said it was today. . . “ Grim pouted. 

“Maybe he forgot, you know him-” Quentin was about to say, but someone familiar came into the area.

“What is the residents of Ramshackle Dorm doing here?” A powerful, yet gentle voice spoke. And when the three residents looked up, there stood Malleus Draconia, in a costume that made him look like a prince. 

“Ah, Tsunotarou, good evening.” Yuu said, trying to smile, but wasn’t doing a very good job at it. 

“What troubles you three?” The Fae prince asked, curiously. 

“Headmaster Crowley.” Quentin explained. “He promised we’d do trick-or-treating this year for Grim, but he told us he already said no.”

“I’ve heard no such thing from him.” Malleus simply said. “As far as I’m aware, the trick-or-treating is still going to happen. But, I shall go and see.”

And so, Malleus did. But, from the thunder clouds in the sky and upset Malleus that came back, it didn’t go over well. 

“That forgetful fool.” The fae seemed to growl. 

“T-Tsunotarou?” Yuu asked fearfully which seemed to make Malleus snap out of his anger. 

“It will be alright, Ramshackle Dorm.” Malleus smiled. “I have an idea.”

And so, the group travelled to a nearby classroom and instantly, Malleus prepared his plan. He summoned a caldron, grabbed the ingredients needed , and gave some to the Ramshackle members, and started to chant. 

“Double, double, toil and trouble! Fire burn and caldron bubble!” Malleus started, and gestured to the Ramshackle resident to drop their ingredients, and as he ingredients came into the pot, Malleus called them by their names. “Eye of needle! Tongue of shoe! Hand of clock that points at two! Neck of bottle! Tail of coat! Whiskers from the Billy Goat!”

And after an explosion, the potion seemed to be ready as Malleus gave a happy nod, and grabbed a nearby empty spray bottle and managed to get the whole caldron into the bottle. 

“And now, we are ready. Let’s go.” Malleus smiled, as he started to walk away towards where he came from, with what he summoned seeming to disappear. 

“Hey! Malleus! What exactly are ‘we’ going to do?!” Quentin asked, as the Ramshackle residents trailed behind the Diasomnia dorm leader. 

“Hmmm? We’re getting your candy from Crowley.” Malleus said simply, “If he won’t give it willingly, then we’ll take it with force.”

“EH?!” The Ramshackle students yelled, almost in unison. 

“Tsunotarou! We’ll get into huge trouble!” Yuu called out, “Crowley maybe was being mean, but we can’t curse him!”

“But he deserves it.” Malleus said, simply. “He promised you he would do this for you, and cannot go back on his promise. Angry or not, he’ll give you candy.”

Seeing as Malleus didn’t seem to be able to be reasoned with, the three Ramshackle residents simply shrugged and went along with him, soon arriving close by Crowley’s office. And then Malleus started to spray so of the potion unto the things nearby. 

The candles and lanterns started to move and dance around the four creating a light show of green, the paintings came off the walls and moved around the walk and talk, the carpet slid under doors and playfully started to mess around with the area.

And, they all started to sing. 

♪ Trick or Treat! ♪ 

♪ Trick or Treat! ♪

♪ Trick or Treat for Halloween! ♪

♪ When ghosts and goblins by the score, ♪

♪ Ring the bell on your front door, ♪

♪ You better not be stingy or ♪ 

♪ Your nightmares will come true! ♪

And then Quentin seemed to recognize this song. She knew that song well.

It was an old song from her childhood. 

It was an old song for Halloween, meant to warn people on Halloween to be nice people and to follow the old traditions, or face the wrath of the dead and the living for not respecting the special occasion between both sides of the world. 

And then, Quentin seemed to understand Malleus’ motives as the spirit opened the doors to Crowley’s office, seeming to really scare Crowley. As soon as the doors opened, Malleus rushed inside the office. 

“So, are you going to give them their candy, or not?” Malleus growled at Crowley, which seemed to scare the poor headmaster. 

“Ah! Y-Yes! Mister Draconia! Right away!” Crowley said, quickly scrambling to find his promised, which earned a confidant nod. 

Grim, upon seeing Crowley getting the candy said confidently, “Ha! Serves him right!”

“Indeed.” Malleus agreed. “He’s quite the scaredy cat.”

Upon hearing the two’s insults towards him, Dire Crowley immediately forgot his fear of Malleus and became angry once more. “Scaredy cat?! How dare you address your headmaster that way!” and then, he made the candy disappear into his pockets. 

“I’ve been waiting for this moment where I could finally cast a spell on you!” Malleus cried with joy, and he pulled out the spray bottle and sprayed Crowley’s cape. “Hocus pocus, magic shower, put his coat within my power!” 

And instantly, the coat seemed to come to life, fidgeting and spreading themselves out like wings.

“Coat!” Malleus commanded, and the Crowley’s coat seemed to listen, as it seemed to stand in attention, completely still. “Get the candy out of his pockets!”

And, the coat did as commanded, and started to flap around, and even hurting Crowley in hopes of getting the candy out of his pockets. 

Poor Dire Crowley was not having a good time as he yelped in pain as the coat tried everything it could to get the candy Dire Crowley was hiding out of the pockets. It hit Crowley against his own desk, hurt him with pens and pencils and papers, got him on the chandelier, and even tried to get the painting to help, pulling on Crowley's outfit. And few times the candy threated to spill out, but Crowley grabbed the candy again and put it in another pocket. Until eventually, the candy came spilling out of Crowley’s final place he’d tried to hide it. 

After the candy had spilled, Malleus once more smiled. “Sorry for the wait, Ramshackle, the candy-”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Crowley said, seeming to assert his dominance towards his students, which seemed to frighten Yuu and Grim, not so much Malleus and Quentin, “I am the headmaster here! You will listen to me! And if I say no candy, then no candy!” to which, Crowley walked over to his desk and locked it. 

Malleus however, was not happy. “Fine then, my dear headmaster, you’re getting what’s coming to you.” and once more, he sprayed the potion unto Crowley. This time, he sprayed a lot unto the coat, and some even seemed to get on the hat. 

“Smash that desk to pieces, coat, with him!” Malleus commanded, and the coat did so. And the poor man was being smashed into his own desk, scattering papers everywhere and destroying the innocent desk to pieces, where the candy was stored. Until eventually, there was nothing left of the desk, and the candy was sitting on top of the broken desk, like gold from a mine. 

“Yay!” Grim cheered.

“I’m not sure if this candy is safe to take.” Yuu laughed, but Quentin seemed to respond. 

“Oh please. That old man got what he deserved.” She laughed. “He, of all people, should know better than to be mean on Halloween.”

“YOUNG MASTER! Here you are-YOUNG MASTER!” A familiar voice came into the room, as Sebek Zigvolt, Silver and Lilia Vanrouge came into the room. “Briar Witch! Are you alright?!”

“Oh my, what happened here?” Lilia asked, mischievously. 

“Crowley was being quite rude, so I taught him a lesson.” Malleus smirked, and Lilia seemed to understand what Malleus what he was saying. 

“Aha~ How fun.” Lilia commented. “I wish I could’ve been there.” 

“Are you three alright?” Silver asked the Ramshackle residents, which he was met with three smiles. 

“Yeah! I’ve gotten so much candy!” Grim smiled. 

“I had no idea Crowley had so much in his desk.” Yuu smiled. 

“It was fun to see Crowley’s coat coming to life.” Quentin commented.  

While Silver and Sebek seemed confused, Lilia simply smiled. “Come now Ramshackle dorm, it’s time for the Trick-or-Treating to start.”

“Really?! Yay!” Grim smiled, rushing out the door, with Sebek trialing not far behind telling Grim to wait for Malleus. 

“Aha. That was fun.” Quentin smiled, and started to explain what happened to Lilia and Silver, who seemed pretty interested in her story. 

“Thank Tsunotarou!” Yuu smiled. “Thanks you to you, we got candy from Crowley!” 

“It is nothing, Child of Man.” Malleus smiled. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

[crazyaboutto]

Them in shining 😱😱😱😱😱

Day 4 of week 1: Classic Horror

@twsthalloween

"Come and play with us Yuu."

Jade and Floyd as the Grady twins from The Shining. Tried to make them look intimidating, but making them younger and drawing them in pastel pink and blue outfits just made them look cute.

[crazyaboutto]

👻🎃 TWISTED WONDERLAND HALLOWEEN EVENT 2021 🎃👻

Twisted Wonderland Discord server called Twisted Twisted is hosting a Halloween Event for duration of October 2021. We invite some friendly faces to participate in a month long Halloween Event! You don't need to be a member of server to participate in this fun event. You can find the details below!

Don’t be afraid to be creative, let inspiration flow! Create fanfiction, fanart, comics, edits, mood boards, headcanons, poems, essays, cosplay, anything you fancy!

Weekly Prompts

🎃 Week 1 (1-7 October) - Classic horror 🎃

Classic movie monsters (Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein, Piranhas, Jaws), mummy, vampire, werewolf, witch, ghosts, spirits, clowns, aliens, cannibals, zombies, serial killers 

👻 Week 2 (8-14 October) - Trick or treat?👻

Masks, cloaks, make-up, playing with colours (green & purple or orange & black), disguises and deception, picking/making costumes, giving candies 

🎃 Week 3 (15-21 October) - Nightmares 🎃

Horror (physical, psychological), secrets, deep fears revealed, Grimm fairy tales, bad scenarios (broken car in the middle of the night, chaos in asylum, being chase in the forest, haunted houses, maze fields, being involved in a cult) 

(Any cases, scenes, incidents, events that possibly or usually happened that leads us into terror or gives a dreadful feeling) 

👻 Week 4 (22-28 October) - Festivities 👻

Food (snacks, apple etc), decoration (skeleton, spider webs etc), picking out a pumpkin/pineapple, carving them, musical (like Jack Skellington), courage challenges, horror movie night, Halloween Party 

🎃 3 days (29-31 Oct) - Free space/Repost 🎃

You can post any prompt based on the previous prompts or any Halloween content that is not listed. As long as it is Halloween related, it will be fine 

The list of subplots are just examples. You do not need to stick to them. They are here for inspiration!

You can create content in any genre from sfw to nsfw, from normal to something more twisted such as yandere. There are no restrictions. Just put the tags and warnings, all will be fine! When posting a written content, putting :readmore: line is more dashboard friendly

You can post content that involves canon characters, OCs, your ships between canon characters or OCs and many more! Sky is the limit!

When posting your work, please:

1. @twsthalloween- The blog has just been created. The other two announcements on mid September and at the end of September will be done via that blog

2. Tag #TwstHalloweenMonth2021 and/or #Twst Halloween Month 2021 along with other appropriate tagging (fandom, characters, ship, spoilers, NSFW and content warnings).

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask in the notes or via DM :) Have fun and Happy Halloween!👻🎃 👻🎃 👻🎃

[twsthalloween]

👻🎃 TWISTED WONDERLAND HALLOWEEN EVENT 2021 🎃👻

Twisted Wonderland Discord server called Twisted Twisted is hosting a Halloween Event for duration of October 2021. We invite some friendly faces to participate in a month long Halloween Event! You don't need to be a member of server to participate in this fun event. You can find the details below!

Don’t be afraid to be creative, let inspiration flow! Create fanfiction, fanart, comics, edits, mood boards, headcanons, poems, essays, cosplay, anything you fancy!

Weekly Prompts

🎃 Week 1 (1-7 October) - Classic horror 🎃

Classic movie monsters (Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein, Piranhas, Jaws), mummy, vampire, werewolf, witch, ghosts, spirits, clowns, aliens, cannibals, zombies, serial killers 

👻 Week 2 (8-14 October) - Trick or treat?👻

Masks, cloaks, make-up, playing with colours (green & purple or orange & black), disguises and deception, picking/making costumes, giving candies 

🎃 Week 3 (15-21 October) - Nightmares 🎃

Horror (physical, psychological), secrets, deep fears revealed, Grimm fairy tales, bad scenarios (broken car in the middle of the night, chaos in asylum, being chase in the forest, haunted houses, maze fields, being involved in a cult) 

(Any cases, scenes, incidents, events that possibly or usually happened that leads us into terror or gives a dreadful feeling) 

👻 Week 4 (22-28 October) - Festivities 👻

Food (snacks, apple etc), decoration (skeleton, spider webs etc), picking out a pumpkin/pineapple, carving them, musical (like Jack Skellington), courage challenges, horror movie night, Halloween Party 

🎃 3 days (29-31 Oct) - Free space/Repost 🎃

You can post any prompt based on the previous prompts or any Halloween content that is not listed. As long as it is Halloween related, it will be fine 

The list of subplots are just examples. You do not need to stick to them. They are here for inspiration!

You can create content in any genre from sfw to nsfw, from normal to something more twisted such as yandere. There are no restrictions. Just put the tags and warnings, all will be fine! When posting a written content, putting :readmore: line is more dashboard friendly

You can post content that involves canon characters, OCs, your ships between canon characters or OCs and many more! Sky is the limit!

When posting your work, please:

1. Tag @twsthalloween- The first announcement had been done by main blog. The rest of announcements will be done by this blog. At the end of September, there will be one last announcement

2. Tag #TwstHalloweenMonth2021 and/or #Twst Halloween Month 2021 along with other appropriate tagging (fandom, characters, ship, spoilers, NSFW and content warnings). Also, you can tag the week of prompt you have chosen.

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask in the notes or via DM :) Have fun and Happy Halloween!👻🎃 👻🎃 👻🎃

[messymerr]

Week 1 - Classic Horror

Makes me think of movie posters and I enjoy redrawing so I redraw a Sci-Fi Horror Movie Poster because I want something involving my TWST OC Patches being a monster. Vil be starring in it, Tbh I imagine wack scenarios between Vil and Patches because I like non-feral with a feral dynamic. Also alien because Patches is an Alien.

Original Pic :

@twsthalloween

[messymerr]

3 days - Free Space / Repost

@twsthalloween

Decided to draw Epel but Sr Pelo's art style or somehow close to it.

Anyways, Happy Halloween!!

[messymerr]

Week 3 - Nightmares

@twsthalloween

Author's note : Decided to write with little illustration. It's my first time writing something like this with such themes, had a hard time, it ain't much but it's honest work.

⚠ Trigger Warning // Mentions of Blood and Violence ⚠

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Malleus was having his nightly walks of passing by the Ramshackle Dorm as usual then he notices the Prefect, Reece outside their dorm. It appears they are in a cold sweat and in tears, was it a nightmare?

Malleus : Child of Man?

Reece jumped in fear from their usual friend's nightly greetings.

Reece : Oh, it's you!

Malleus : What's the matter?

Reece : I- I had a nightmare Tsunotaro

Malleus : So it is, would you perhaps like to talk about it?

Reece : I- I-

They're trembling and are still piecing together what they witnessed in their sleep.

Malleus : It's okay to neither tell the tale though usually you tell tales but I worry if you'd like to in such state.

Reece : I'd like to sketch it first, I want to illustrate something out of it. Maybe that would help?

Malleus : That's acceptable

Reece went back in to get something to draw on. They came back then started sketching though sat under a nearby tree to draw comfortably in which Malleus sat next as well. Faint light among the darkness shone on Reece sketching, amazed was the Dragon Fae by this dragon-like beast they are illustrating. Appears to be a ferocious beast in the darkest of woods unlike any other though familiar.

"I can't remember what it's called, it sounded like Jgaafjhverhokjse?" Reece said, such nonsense.

"Sounds like Jabberwocky" Malleus replied.

"Do you perhaps know more of what it is?" Reece worryingly asked.

"I've read it in some book a very long time ago about it though it had little information on it. It may not be like the one but what happened and what was it like?" Malleus asked with such curiosity though worry.

Well...

As my eyes slowly shut as my friend laid next to me, It was all pitch black then I was in a deep dark forest with only me, myself and I to a dire place, nothing to tell much of time and life. Where the wind is there with you along with the cries of the dead. Venturing more, then saw it. A horrendous sight to see such a thing, eyes burning with anger, teeth as sharp that could pierce through you, sharp long claws that catch and scratch. Can't tell what'll do, it looked like it was feasting on something, I tried to hide from it.

By the many crooked trees yet caught wind of me. Raised a loud roar aiming and chasing me through the forest, screeching that would scar for days. I run through and through hearing it but not knowing if it's near or far. I stopped because I was then at the end of the forest, at the edge of a cliff nowhere to run, where a pit of darkness was waiting for me down there. I could hear it coming closer. I knew I was gone any sooner and beg for it to end until a stranger appeared, wearing a dark hooded cloak that covered them whole, who tossed me something sharp, as it gleamed. It was a sword in front of me, their sword and said,

"To proceed to the end, kill the beast that lurks this darkness that makes what is left fear."

So I did as what the stranger had told, I hesitated because I have never fought and used a sword. It attacked me first but luckily I dodged it though it's attacks seem very effective. I doubt I could survive my predicament but gave what I believed my all and managed, swinging the sword, stabbing it a couple more times. My movements are flimsy as expected of an amateur. The blade pierced deep in it's skin which felt good, though faintly concerned but none the less. The monster attacked me back.

Each of us, wounded from the attacks we gave each other that painted the ground red, wounded with scratches and scars. As soon as both of us reaching our limit, yet I looked back at the sword, the beast and my surroundings, noticed how the stranger was nowhere seen, have they left? I brushed it off. We attacked at the same time but managed to slip my way through and finished the Jabberwock off. Slicing and dicing, I could feel the whole blade pierced through it as blood dripped.

The beast then fell to the ground, it's blood seeped more. I was victorious, I was smiling from the battle then fell to my knees. The wounds are getting to me. Looking at my sore hands, questioning on what I've done. Acts of violence I have never done. I see no such pity in the creature, so it deserved it? and yet this lingering feeling... I don't like it. I won didn't I? I did it, right? But was it right? I asked myself. I have no answer to it a silence of a lonely atmosphere were the only ones to answer.

Yet the stranger was there and stood by the bloodshed from the battle. They came nearer, the stranger looked around and grinned, was it the battle or the result? Unknown though congratulated me.

"A job well done"

"What now?" I asked.

"The sword in your grasp" they said.

I turned to where I held it and saw it was gone. I was worried because it's theirs and not mine, I tried to stand up but but couldn't as my body got too sore from the fight. Then saw my surroundings have changed, no longer at the cliff but back at the forest. In front of me was the stranger standing before me. I was going to tell them that I lost their sword.

"I think your sword got lo-" before I could finish my sentence. The stranger already has their sword in their grasp. Grinning, the wind blew harder in which their hood fell as they start to show. The Jabberwocky.

My body froze as I'm filled with shock with what I saw in front of me.

Then the monster immediately stabbed me in the heart.

I woke up in a cold sweat, shivers went down my spine as my head played back what I saw, was any of that real?

Malleus : That really is horrendous

Reece : I- I just can't comprehend what happened! I could still feel it through my chest for @#$% sakes.

Tears started flowing down on each side. Dropping on the sketch of the beast.

Malleus : I'm sorry you experienced that, but I hope you feel better soon

Malleus gave Reece a hug, comforting arms from a good nightly friend. Such endearment knowing the loneliness is gone as the fireflies lit the night. Reece hugged him back crying but these tears are that of relief.

Reece : Thank you, Tsunotaro

[psyche-yasuni]

TW: Blood and slight gore

Week 2: Trick or Treat?

I was gonna use this for week 1 but this was also the 1st time I tried to stick to a color palette lol. @twsthalloween

Honestly Floyd is never allowed to watch horror movies, I feel like he'd get excited on the idea of the chase.

"SHRIMPY!"

"Hijo de la gran puta, its fucking 3am"

[jelly-sugarcube]

A very late entry for week 1′s prompt: Classic horror 

@twsthalloween

Inspired by the movie, Van Helsing and their famous ballroom scene 

[messymerr]

Reece SR Halloween "Scary Dress" Personal Story - Help the trespasser

Week 2 - Trick or Treat?

@twsthalloween

Was just going with a Twst OC Card with a Groovy then decided to create a story

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Part 1

-Ramshackle Dorm-

Reece : I really appreciate the costume though I do agree with Grim, it's kinda lame no offense but I'm still going with ghost

Ghost 1 : None taken

Ghost 2 : Maybe you'll get ideas from looking at the other venues, they have unique designs so perhaps you'd like to have inspo to tinker with the costume

Reece : I'll take note of that!

After seeing all the venues of each Dorm, Reece is amazed on how splendid NRC's Halloween is going to be. They got conflicted on whether how'd they design their ghost costume to something detailed or simple but decided that to design it on how they'd like. Scary, Fancy or not, Halloween is a time to enjoy with everyone by tricking or treating each other.

Reece : I can't wait for Halloween!... If Big Sis were here, she'd enjoy it

When the Magicam Monsters happened, Reece was disappointed at the damage and disrespect that these people have caused making NRC's Halloween sad but just like the other students, they too want vengeance against the Magicam Monsters.

Reece : Grim, I have something brewing and I need you in on this with me

Grim : I'll gladly help after all, those Magicam Monsters are getting their taste of their own medicine! I'll gladly help a comrade of a henchman!

Reece : Thanks! I'll be needing some help with the others as well

Within Ramshackle Dorm were a few Magicam Monsters got lost within the Dorm, they started feeling an eerie lonely atmosphere until an echo of sounds appear to chase them.

Grim : GRRrr-

Magicam Monster : What was that?!

Sounds like it's after them. Then another voice started helping them to escape what sounds to be a beast. One of the Magicam Monster thought they were being helped until...

Part 2

Magicam Monster : A dead end? Wait, where's everyone? what's all this on the floor?!

The Magicam Monster noticed that there were a bunch of bodies on the ground which appear to be their friends

Magicam Monster : Guys wake up! Why aren't ya'll moving??

??? : BECAUSE THEY'RE GONE!

Something came out of the walls appeared was a ghost, a vengeful ghost all tattered and scary aura which shivered the Magicam Monster. Eyes so dark that expresses anger.

Reece : My slumber was disturbed from the likes of you! So why not help them? Help the trespasser. Help those who disrespected my abode? BY HELPING THEM REACH THE AFTERLIFE!

Loud roars of laughter occurred with a dash of screams

Magicam Monster : Please don't kill me! I won't trespass ever again! I promise! I've learned my lessen, I'm begging for your mercy! I'm sorry!

The Magicam Monster sobbed for repentance but Reece did not forgive them

Reece : Then GIVE ME YOUR SOUL!! gaAOO!!

Magicam Monster : AAAAAAAAAAAAH-

The Magicam Monster closed their eyes as they ducked and cover in fear against the assumed attack as Reece's claws prop was about to strike them, suddenly a loud thunder strikes. Then the Magicam Monster noticed they were outside the Ramshackle Dorm premises, decided to leave what they believe was a nightmare they just experienced. They look back to see the eyes of that vengeful spirit they saw then it disappeared. They conclude to never come back there again as they also find their comrades leaving the college as well.

Malleus : Not bad, that was such a performance you've done

Reece : It was my first time and I had doubts if I could pull it off, at least I got the help I could get.

Reece : I'd like to thank Grim for his cooperation in leading them, The guys from Ignihyde having a spare projector, guys from your dorm here who help add roars of laughter and screams and one your illusionary skills, teleportation magic and one loud thunder. It came to fruition on how I planned it. I did not expect you to be able to conjure illusionary bodies of someone's loved ones! Like they were almost real!

Malleus : I have my ways

Reece : You did a good job over there Tsunotaro but man I've never seen you that pissed! It gave me chills that I've never had before

Malleus : Did it scare you, child of man? Sorry about that

Reece : Yeah but no need I mean we're all mad here, right?

-Halloween Day-

Ramshackle Ghosts : Reece! Grim! Let's take a picture together!

-Camera flashes-

Reece, Grim and the Ramshackle Ghosts : Happy Halloween!

Grim : Nyaha! What a funny face you have there!

Reece : I haven't smiled in a while! Ah s#$^, it was set in Black and White! At least the photo looks good

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Week 4: Horror Movie Night!

Author’s Note: A more wholesome fic this time! This time, about the first year squad! Because, well, I’m feeling it. First Year Squad interactions give me so much life, to be honest with you. 

Trigger Warnings: The First Years swear. That’s all I can think of. 

“I’m so excited for tonight!” Ace Trappola, a Heartslabyul first year, said. “I’m so glad we’re hanging out at Yuu’s place today!”

“But we always hang out at Yuu’s place.” Deuce Spade, another Heartslabyul first said. 

“Yeah.” Epel Felmier chimed in. “Quentin lets use it as our hang out place for studying.”

“Yeah,” Ace sighed. “But like, we’re staying the night! You know how rare that is?”

“Not as rare as you say it is.” Jack Howl, a Savanaclaw first year said. “You always try to take the chance to stay at her place. Dorm Leader Riddle doesn’t like it, though.”

Ace seemed to make a ‘tch’ noise. “Yeah, but I’d rather not wake up first thing to roll call.”

“I think you’re blowing it out of proportion.” Jack sighed. 

“Well, I don’t think that matters. We’re here, anyways.” Sebek Zigvolt, a Diasomnia first year stated as the group came up to the gates of Ramshackle, waiting outside was Yuu and an excited Grim. 

“Finally!” Grim said, running up to the boys. “We’ve been waiting so long!”

“It’s been fifteen minutes since you called us.” Sebek informed the little monster. 

“You’re just impatient, Grim.” Jack said.

“Well, who cares! Come on! Let’s go inside before Quentin wakes up!” Ace said, as he walked through the door Yuu held open. 

“Yeah! I can’t wait to see what you all have made this time!” Epel smiled, following Ace soon after, and the rest of the boy following Ace and Epel inside.

The group of first year then seemed to move to the lounge of the dorm, where a large white sheet of cloth covered the window, and a projector sat nearby the cloth, with a stack of film reels sat. 

“Aw man.” Ace said, looking at the stack of film reels. “This stuff is prehistoric. How does Quentin use this stuff?”

“Yeah.” Deuce added. “This looks so old.”

“Yeah, but the movies where good.” Yuu said. “I know how to use it.”

“Yeah, better let you do it, Yuu.” Ace said. “I don’t ever what to see Quentin angry. Especially over old stuff like this.”

And so, Ace turned to find the others picking a bowl of snacks for themselves. Deuce seemed to have taken the popcorn, Jack seemed to have taken a tray of fruits, Epel took some hot dogs, and Sebek took some pretzels and dripping sauces. Grim seemed to be trying to take from the other’s bowls, with complaints of “Grim! Get your own!” or “Hey! This is mine!” 

Yuu looked at the list of tapes, Quentin had a good collection of horror movies- there was a pretty good amount of movies and genres- There was some plain violet films, films with killers, films with monsters, films with the paranormal, psychological films-Quentin even had subgenres. She had found footage films, body horror- Quentin had a selection of horror films. She seemed to have a lot of psychological based films and pretty disturbing sounding ones from what Quentin told Yuu of the plot, but nevertheless Yuu found a movie that seemed familiar to them, and the group started with that.

But, it seems even the most tame of movies where not for the First Year Squad, as after about five or six movies, the group was not doing well. Heck, even Jack and Sebek where flinching at jumpscares at this point.

While the First Year Squad was watching a movie about a house being possessed by a ghost, something fell over, scaring most of the First Years, and making Grim, Deuce, and Ace scream and hug each other, making the other first year snicker. 

“What was that?” Ace asked, soon after he finished screaming. 

“I don’t know! You check!” Deuce said. 

“Hell no! You do it!” Ace shot back.

“Ya both ‘re wusses.” Epel said, playfully. “’ll do it, ‘ince ya’ll are too scared.”

“I am not!” Ace said quickly. 

“Ya’ ‘oally ‘re.” Epel snickered.

“Am not!”

“’oally ‘re.”

Then, there stairs creaked really loudly, and now Epel seemed surprised and now seemed frightened. “Shit Godsdamn! The fuck was that?”

“Beats me!” Ace said.

“Maybe it’s the ghosts.” Jack said, casually. 

“Hell no! We told them to go somewhere else today!” Ace shot back. 

“Then what was that?” Jack asked, in an almost mocking tone.

“You check, since you’re so confidant!” Ace said, and Jack got up to check. 

It just looks like something fell over. Most likely just the house being old. Jack shrugged it off, and then he saw something. 

A dark figure standing in the dark just staring at Jack, making Jack run into the Lounge. “There’s someone here!”

“What?” Sebek asked. “No way!”

“Then what was in the kitchen?! I’ll show you!” Jack said. 

“This better not be a prank.” Ace grumbled, and the group got up to see what Jack was talking about. And, when the group got into the kitchen, there was no such figure.

“You sure you not a wuss?” Ace snickered.  

“No! I really saw someone!” Jack insisted.

“You all are cowards. When I was a child-” Sebek piped up, making the mood sense less tense then before and more. . . Annoyed at Sebek. 

“’eah, ‘eah Sebek.” Epel said, before Sebek could start talking about himself. “’body cares.”

“How dare-!” Sebek growled, but then there was a huge gust of wind towards the First Years, and a loud, “AAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEE! DDDDDDDEEEEEUUUUUCCCCEEEEE!” bellowed through Ramshackle's hallways, frightening the poor first years. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” Ace whisper-yelled. “The fuck was that?!”

“It’s Carrie!” Epel whisper-yelled.

“Are you stupid?! Why would she be-?!” Jack said, whisper-yelling.

“EEEEEEEPPPPPPEEEEELLLLL!” Another voice called. 

“JJJJJJJAAAAAAACKKK!” A voice yelled into Ramshackle.

“SSSSSSEEEEEBBBEEEEEK!” A booming voice called.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Epel said. 

“Now what?!” Jack said. 

“I don’t know?! Do something humans!” Sebek said. 

“AAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEE! DDDDDDDEEEEEUUUUUCCCCEEEEE!” the voice called again, even angrier this time. 

“Shit Godsdamnit! Fuck all this shit! I’m gettin’ Quentin’!” Deuce said, as he rushed towards the staircase, Ace following suit. 

“EEEEEEEPPPPPPEEEEELLLLL!” An angry voice called out, as something stomped towards the group, making Epel run after Deuce and Ace, who where darting from the stairs.

“JJJJJJJAAAAAAACKKK!”  “SSSSSSEEEEEBBBEEEEEK!” and soon after, Jack and Sebek soon followed after the group towards Quentin’s room. 

Soon, footsteps followed after the first years, and eventually, the group made it to Quentin’s room, slamming the door on their room, waking Quentin up. 

“Hmmmmmmm?” Quentin moaned as they sat up from their bed. “Why are you all here?”

“There’s a ghost outside!” Ace cried fearfully. 

“It’s going to kill us! We’ve played the Timpson tapes!” Deuce cried. “I’m so sorry! This whole building is cursed now!”

And then, there was slams on the door to Quentin’s room. “OOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEENNNNNNN UUUUUUUUPPPPP!” A voice cried, making the first years scream and crawl underneath Quentin’s bed, expect for Yuu and Grim, who hid underneath Quentin’s covers.

“Dorm Leader! Save us!” Grim said. “Preform an exorcism!”

And, Quentin soon got up, covered her dormmates in the covers and opened the door to the room, despite the fear of the first years. 

Where, an angry Riddle Rosehearts and Vil Schoenheit stood. 

“Where’s Ace and Deuce?” Riddle asked the tired Quentin.

“I have no idea. I just woke up.” Quentin said, honestly.

“Is Epel here? He skipped out on Pomefiore dinner.” Vil asked.  

“Did you ask Rook?” Quentin asked. “Because I haven’t seen Epel since lunch. Maybe Rook knows.”

“I asked Rook. He says he lost track of Epel.” Vil snapped back.

“Trey and Cater said they can’t find Ace ad Deuce either. We need to follow rule 742! It’s a blood moon tonight!” Riddle added, angrily.

“Well. I’m sorry I can’t be of help, but I don’t think they’re at Ramshackle.” Quentin said. “I haven’t heard anything.”

“Then why is there snacks and a movie playing?” Vil asked, like he was trying to poke holes in Quentin's statement, to which the tired Quentin replied,

“Ah? I left my movie on? Well, sorry about that.” 

“Your movie?” Riddle asked, as Quentin passed by him and Vil. “You watch horror movies to help you sleep?”

“Sometimes.” Quentin said, and their voice got quieter as they got further and further down the hallway. 

“Quentin, are you sane?” Vil asked, his voice barely being heard as the three went down the stairs.

“That’s a wonderful question.” Quentin said, and while Quentin did say something else, it was hard to make out what she was saying. 

“So it was Dorm Leader Rosehearts and Schoenheit.” Sebek said, coming out from his hiding spot.

“Thanks the Gods. I thought it was a real ghost.” Deuce said, relieved. 

“Of course you did.” Ace laughed. “Pfffft. Wuss.”

“Don’t lie, you totally thought they where ghosts.” Jack said, plainly. 

“I-I did not!” Ace said, clearly embarrassed. 

“Then why are you so embarrassed?” Jack teased, making Deuce and the others snicker, but before Ace could respond, someone else spoke.

“Look, I don’t mind if you all watch my movies and have fun while doing so.” Quentin said, standing in the door frame of the room. “But please remember you have limits.”

“Sorry.” Deuce said, with the other first years seeming to be in agreement. 

“It’s alright. Just be careful from now on. I don’t mind if you stay up later, just, let’s stop watching movies for the night.” Quentin said. 

“Really?” Grim seemed to light up. 

“Yes. Just, remember, you have to be back at your dorms tomorrow.” Quentin said. “I’ll turn a blind eye today, since you all watched so many from the pile and I’m impressed, honestly.”

“You’re the best!” Ace smiled at Quentin.

“Yeah! Let’s play some cards!” Deuce smiled, as he rushed down the stairs, with the other members of the First Year squad following suit.

“But that’s lame.” Epel said. “Let’s do something else. I don’t want to play cards.”  

“Then what do you think we should do?” Ace asked, as Quentin closed the door to their room for the night. 

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Week 1 - Classic Horror - The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Author’s Note: Happy October everyone! Here is my promised start of TWST Halloween 2021! Starting off with a classic story, the story of Jekyll and Hyde, one of my favorite psychological horror/thriller books! It may not be super well-known, but it’s well known in the old literature community as most likely one of the first psychological stories about the human condition! So, as celebration of the story I love so much, I will be putting a spin on the classic tale with my OC Quentin! I hope I did the story of Jekyll and Hyde some justice!

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death and rape, and an ending that. . . Is kind of ambiguous. 

Crow’s Dusk is a quiet town. 

It’s always been that way, ever since I moved into this small town with my spouses. 

I’ve always loved this small town. Despite the fact it’s mostly divided into eight parts and everyone mostly keeps to their part of town, it’s often so calm and quiet in this town, you can take a stroll at night, meet someone new without being afraid of being killed, and meet them again the next day at one of the many schools in this town and become friends. It’s so much different than my home where being murdered was a very real threat.  

For the most part, this town doesn’t stand out compared to others that make national news for things like plagues or mass murders despite this small town holding some of the most advanced schools in the country. Sure, we have bar fights that our police gave up on cracking down on, a church whose not really all that serious about it’s work, and celebrities that stop by the town so often or live here that I can call most of them by name. Hell, a world-famous actor came by my house the other day to ask for more sugar and flour and I called him by his first name and offered a drink at the bar next time I saw him.

It’s quite strange, thinking about this town in the grand scheme of things, really.

We’re all so different, and yet, we live in the same area.

It almost makes me-

“Quentin, darling?” Eadwine called from the balcony in a white shawl covering her nightgown.

“Yes, Eadwine, my love?” I called back, walking back to her.

“You’re still dressed, dear. Come inside, it’s almost midnight.” Eadwine pouted in that cute way she always did when she was worried, as she came and took my shawl that I wore. “Have you slept at all?”

“Forgive me. I just was clearing my head after an meeting.” I must’ve said, guilty, as she pouted more.  

“Geez. I swear, they keep you so late.” Eadwine said, opening the door to our home and putting my shawl on the rack. “I might have to go to a meeting myself to see what all those late night meeting are about.”

“Well, you know the council, paranoid as always.” I sighed, as I followed Eadwine to the kitchen. “At least I have no paperwork this time.” 

“With all these incidents happening, I almost don’t blame them for their worries, my loves.” Another familiar voice chimed in, and sooner after, I felt a warm kiss on the forehead. “I’m glad you got home safe, Quentin my dear. I was getting worried.”

“Indeed.” I smiled as best as I could at him. “I am home. And can eat some wonderful food instead of food from the bar.”

“Then, let’s go eat.” Eadwine smiled. “The fireplace is still going. You can tell me all about the meeting while we cuddle!”

“Yes, yes. No time to waste.” I joked, as I was guided to out living room by the loves of my life.

There was knock at the door. Strange, the paper came in a few hours ago, it wasn’t the milkman or mailman, way too late for them. 

Who was it at this early in the morning? 

“Ah, yes, coming!” I called, and opened the door to see. . . Epel Felmier. “Epel? What’s the matter?”

“Is Quentin up?” Epel asked very seriously, panting and out of breath. 

“Yes, she went to visit the asylum to check on the patients, as she normally does in the morning.” I said, “Why?”

Epel seemed relieved, tried to get inside the house. “I need to use your phone, right now.”

“Epel, please tell me what’s happening!” I said, preventing him from getting inside. “You can’t just say that and expect me to not ask any questions!”

“I can’t.” Epel said, trying to push past me. “Vil said this isn’t something I say to just anyone. It needs to be to council members only.”

“Well you know, so I’d say that’s off the table.” I said, sternly while holding my ground. “You clearly know! Just tell me!”

Epel seemed so surprised he stopped trying to push past me, blinked a few times. 

“Fine.” He said, stopping trying to push past me. “But we have to be inside and you have to swear to me not to say a word about this.”

I nodded. “Alright.” And I move aside, letting Epel in. 

So, after I sat him down and started to make tea right in front of him, I simply asked. “So, what’s the matter?”

“Old man Crowley’s been murdered.” 

“What?” I said, almost dropping the cup I was preparing for Epel. “I’m sorry, are you serious?”

“Yeah.” The lavender haired boy said. “He was found by Yuu while walking Grim.”

“I-I see.” I simply said, giving him his cup that he took and took a drink of.

Crowley’s been killed? 

Why?

Who would do such a thing? This town- It’s so quiet and peaceful. Nobody really hates anyone else. Sure, we fight with each other, but we make up soon after. It’s impossible to not in such a small town.

Who would be so mad that they would kill Old Man Crowley?

“Mrs. Eadwine?” Epel asked.  

“Sorry. I’m just so shocked. It’s just. . . It seems so strange in a town like this.” I said, as I stood up, fixed my dress. ���Yes, you can use the phone. This way.”

“Thank you.” Epel said, as he followed me to the kitchen, but upon seeing a steak I’d made last night. He stood there, watching the steak. I stopped upon noticing, “Do you want it? It will take a few moments for me to get Quentin.”

To which Epel’s face light up, showing a genuine smile I haven’t seen from him yet. “’Eally Ed-wine? ‘Ank you!” He smiled, as he took the meat for himself, and after a few seconds, he seemed embarrassed. “A-Ah. Sorry about that. Got a little to excited there. Where are the cutlery?”

I laughed because of his cuteness, and pointed to the drawer he was standing in front of “Right below you.”

Which earned another smile and a ‘thank you’ from Epel as I picked up the phone, and put in the number to the asulyum. 

“Yes, this is Dusk Asylum. How can I help you?” A voice on the other side said. I didn’t know this person, nor did I quite care. 

“I’m Quentin Nighty-Sallow’s wife, Eadwine Nighty-Sallow. I need to speak with her right now.”

“Huh? I mean, yes, I can do that as Quentin is free right now, but what is the matter?” The other person on the other side asked. “It’s not often you call.”

“Something has come up in our family. And I need to tell Quentin about it.” I said, which seemed to make the other person on the other side of the line stay quiet for a few minutes but simply make a ‘hmph.’ noise. 

“Alright. Please wait a few minutes. I’ll be right back.” The person said, and sure enough, soon after the person came back. “Here she is.”

“Eadwine?” Quentin concerned voice made me soften for a moment. Her voice full of concern. . . It’s so. . . motherly it makes me want to be in her warm, loving embrace so badly. “What’s the matter?”

“Epel needs to speak with you. It’s urgent.” I said, making sure to be serious. 

Quentin was silent for a few minutes. “Is he with you?”

“Yes. I’ll hand it over to him.” I said, and made a gesture to Epel to make him come over. He did, and then he took the phone as I stood to the side, making sure to give the two space to speak, but close enough if Epel needed me he could see me. 

The conversation was actually quite short. Epel’s side of the conversation went something like this, “Good afternoon Mrs. Quentin. . . Yes, it is wonderful to hear from you, it’s been so long, but unfortunately I didn’t come to talk, I’m actually here for Vil. . . Yes. . . No. Old Man Crowley’s been killed. . . And we don’t know who did it but Yuu’s panicking really badly. . . .Yes. . . Yes. . . When can you get off work? . . . Ah? . . . Yes, he did. . . And, yes, I was planning on it, to help out. . . Really?!” Epel’s eyes lit up. “Thanks a lot Mrs. Quentin! I owe you one! I’ll go be with the others, then! Thanks so much!” 

And then he hung up with a smile. 

“Everything alright now?” I asked which earned a nod from Epel. 

“Yes, she said she’d take care of everything and I should go back home for today to rest from that startling revelation and she’ll pull some strings to let me get off school for today so I can be with Yuu and the others. She’s the best!” Epel smiled happily again, to which I nodded. 

“That’s why I married her. Go on.” I smiled. “Go enjoy your day off.”

Epel then nodded, and almost took off out of the house before he stopped. “Ah. Would you mind if we stop by since you, well, know and we have no place else we can be in?”  

I laughed and then nodded again. “No, I do not mind at all. But normally Amiel, Azazel and Quentin all come home around twelve to have lunch with me so I don’t feel alone in this big house all day. I hope you don’t mind if we all have lunch together.” 

Epel shook his head. “No, it’s quite alright. What’s on for lunch?” 

“Amiel asked for breakfast foods since his work has been hard lately. So I was thinking of egg sandwiches since our chickens have been making too many eggs lately.” I smiled, which earned a nod for Epel. 

“I see. Deuce will love it then.” Epel smiled, as he turned back towards the door. “I’ll be back then.” 

I waved to him as I walk towards him, and as soon as Epel left, I waved goodbye. 

“Oh dear. How am I going to make food for eleven people?” I then asked myself, as I closed the door. 

I'd never been to an emergency meeting before.

In a small town like this, meeting happened once a month, if at all that month.

So, to say I was nervous was. . . A bit understating things. Though luckily, I wasn't the only one who was a little nervous about this meeting.

"What? The mayor's dead?" Kalim Al-Asim, the head of the Scarabia district said, as if he wasn't informed.

"Yes. He's been killed." Vil Schoenheit said. "Someone stomped him to death."

"What?!" Riddle Rosehearts said. "How?! How do you stomp a person to death?!"

"You'd be surprised how easy it is for some." Azul Ashengrotto sneered, looking at Leona.

"Shut it Octopus." Leona Kingscholar growled at the mafia man. "Our guys said it wasn't them. They are at the bar when this shit went down."

"Moving on," Vil said. "Yuu and Grim need a home now. And, they said that they saw who it was."

The whole room went silent.

"They saw the person who killed Crowley?" Riddle clarified, which Vil nodded.

"Then who was it?" Ortho Shroud, who was standing in for Idia Shroud spoke up.

"According to Yuu, the person. . . Had really black hair. And didn't even look human." Vil said. "They couldn't even tell if was a boy or a girl."

"Eehhhhh." The group seemed to say.

"That narrows nothing down." Leona said. "We have lots of people with black hair and a black cloak."

"We'll be here all night debating who it is if we keep this up." I spoke up. "I'll take in Yuu and Grim. No matter the case, those two need a new home. My house is pretty big. I'll take them in."

"I figured you'd say that." Vil sighed. "Quentin, we can't tiptoe around this. We need that information."

"I know." I sighed. "But Yuu won't talk if they don't feel safe, plus, there’s no point debating this. We’ll just end up putting someone’s head in a noose without evidence."

Vil sighed again. "Fine. You're the master at this, so I'll trust you on this."

Mrs. Quentin’s Mansion was bigger than I thought it would be. 

Yes, it was rumored that she was pretty rich, but I didn’t think her house was. . . At least three stories high! From how she normally acts, she doesn’t seem to be quite as rich as her house says she is. She even has a fountain and personal gate in front of her house!  

“God, Quentin has a huge house.” Ace Trappola said. “She definitely can house at least you and Grim, if not a good amount of the city comfortably.” 

“I know she’s a world-famous psychologist and a diplomat for a royal family, but, it’s strange seeing her house when Quentin is so different than the other council members who are so stuck up with their money.” Deuce Spade said. 

“Yeah.” Epel Felmier sighed. “But I like her home. It has a homey-feel to it.”

“True.” Ace smirked. “It’s so much better than Section Mayor Rosehearts house. His house is so clean and proper it makes me sick sometimes.”

“Pffft.” Jack Howl laughed. “You should see Section Mayor Kingscholar's place. It puts all the others houses to shame.”

“Master Draconia’s house is the best!” Sebek Zigvolt piped up. 

“Yes, yes. We all know you like Section Mayor Draconia.” Ace sneered, causing Sebek to give a look of shock. 

“What’d you say?!” 

“Oh, there she is.” Das Alvah spoke up, and sure enough, there was a female figure coming towards them. 

A woman with long brown hair, wearing a green and brown dress, surprisingly not so formally dressed. The woman then opened up the gate, letting the young townspeople in. 

“Good afternoon!” The woman smiled. “Welcome to my home! I’m happy you all made it safely!” 

“Thanks for inviting us!” Deuce said, politely seeming rather embarrassed. 

“And thanks for you food~!” Ace smirked, as he walked towards the big house, with a few of my bags in hand. 

“Come now, no need to be polite since we all know each other already, Eadwine just finished lunch. Let’s all eat before it gets cold.” Quentin smiled, and gestured the group to come in. And, the group did and Quentin closed the gate behind the group, and lead the group inside the home. 

“Hey, Mrs. Quentin?” Deuce asked, as the group came inside the home. 

“Yes, what is it Deuce?” Quentin smiled at Deuce and then others.

“Where should we set Yuu and Grim’s stuff?” Deuce said, gestured to the things the others where holding for me. 

“Oh, anywhere is fine, really.” The council member smiled. “Eadwine said she’ll pick it up later.”

“Eh?! Is that really okay?!” Jack said, nervously. “This is your house after all.” 

Quentin laughed. “We’re here to have lunch and hang out together, not to worry about luggage.” 

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because we can-”

Quentin sighed. “No, no. It’s alright, really. I know my house is pretty far from town and a lot has happened lately, so it must’ve been hard to get here. There’s no need to worry about things like luggage. We’ll take care of it later. For now, let’s eat and relax for a bit.”

“Yeah~!” Ace smiled, as he set down my stuff. “Quentin’s my kind of Council Member!”

“Alright, if you say so.” Deuce said, setting down my stuff with Epel, Jack, Sebek and Das following suit soon after, following Epel to the kitchen. 

"Hey! Amiel! You can't eat all of it!" A masculine voice said. "We have guests coming over!"

"Yeah, so?" Another voice said, as we entered unto the kitchen to see. . . Two men, one with blonde hair, one with dark brown hair. It seems the brown haired man was eating a bunch of food, while two blonde people where trying to stop him. "The chickens will make more!"

"Darlings, please!" A woman with blonde hair said, "The guests are here!"

As soon as the brown haired heard the guests where there, he stopped eating and looked up and upon seeing us, he blinks a few times, and then seems to turn into a prefect gentleman. “Ah! Welcome to our home!” Amiel said. “You must be tired! Come now, let’s all eat!”

The blonde male let out a tired sigh, while the blonde female let out a laugh. Though, it was hard to tell if it was awkward or mischievous in nature. 

“Ah~ Thanks for having us~!” Ace said, as he immediately started to eat some of the food. 

“Ah! Ace! Be polite!” Deuce said.

“Pffft! Not like you don’t want to do the same!” The red-haired boy said while gathering his food, which made the other boy nervous. 

“W-Well, you’re not wrong, but the host is here! Show some respect to them!” Deuce said, as he also started to gather food as well. The others started to follow suit, gathering the food and going into a sunroom, from all the windows in the room. 

And, for the most part, the day was spent in that room. I mean, we did explore Quentin’s house, but the sunroom was the place all of us decided to hang out with in for the day. Surprisingly, Ace, Deuce and the others stayed the night. Despite my insisting they go home, they stayed for dinner and we had a party until late into the night. 

Which, surprisingly, didn’t really affect our school day the next day. 

It became more and more often after the murder of Dire Crowley. 

More murders in the streets at night, but now more was happening during the nights. 

People where being raped by this ‘Figure in Black’ as the town dubbed them, houses where being robbed in the night as people slept with their valuables being destroyed, people being almost kidnapped by the figure, people being beaten in the streets by this figure, all sorts of bad things happening in the small town. At this point, everyone in this town had seen the figure and distrust was blooming like flowers in spring. Sections of the town where divided, gangs where formed in hopes of stopping this person, wearing black was practically forbidden, and rumors where spread of people possibly being suspects. Nooses where tied on trees, hoping the Figure in Black would happen to be nearby and be caught inside one of them. Innocents where being beaten in the streets in hopes of someone being caught. 

It was getting terrible. 

Years and years of trust and familiarity all out the window because of a figure we haven’t even seen. 

The Figure in Black haunts our streets, and the only thing we know about them for sure is they have black hair, yellow eyes, and look almost inhuman with a walking pattern. . . that seems both snooty and inhuman. Other sources contradict each other, like when Vil’s home was robbed he says the figure was wearing a full outfit under their iconic black coat that went to the floor. While local gangs who’d encountered the Figure in Black says the person wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and when the Figure would fight they’d see skin. Dirty skin, but skin nonetheless. There was just so much in the air about this Figure in Black. 

And, honestly, it’s so hard. I can’t do my job like this. 

Recently, there had been something left by the Figure in Black at one of the Professor’s houses. Professor Ashton Vargas specifically.

The word, “Narcissist” was written outside of the poor Professor’s house. In blood, according to some. 

And, it was a speculate. People from all over town came to see it in person, no matter the section of town you came from, people came to see. Council members, townspeople, all walks of life came to see it.

“Oh Gods! The Figure in Black actually wrote that in blood?! Whose blood is it?!”

“Maybe the person they murdered yesterday. Did you hear? They murder the head priest!”

“Argh! I’m gonna nab that guy myself! And in my territory too! He’s got some balls to pull that shit!” 

“I bet it was him! His handwriting is close to the writing!”

“Seriously?!”

“Urgh. I’m not cleaning this up. It’s so gross.”

“The gangs and police are useless. They aren’t even doing anything, look at them. They’re just standing there, dumbfounded. Absolute nimrods.”

“Yeah, useless bastards. What do we even let them around for?”

I’d come by just to speak with the council members there to inform them that Quentin. . . still refused to come out of her room. 

Quentin says she’s been sick the past few days, and from the crying and throwing up coming from her room, I’d be inclined to believe her. But, I myself haven’t really been with her in days, since she doesn’t want anyone to visit her while she’s like this. Yes, I’ve fed her, and helped her sleep and things like that, but other than that. . . She’s mostly kept to the bed. 

I hate when she’s like this. . .Because I can’t cuddle with her! She gives the best cuddles after she’s back from work! And her boobs are so warm and soft-

“Eadwine?” Riddle Rosehearts said, as the other council members turned around to look at what Riddle was talking about. “Tell me you have good news for me.”

I tilted my head. “I suppose that depends on what you mean by good news.”

“As in, your wife is suddenly better and can help us.” Vil Schoenheit said, putting a hand on his hip. 

“No. But she does feel awful for this happening. She’s tried to come out of her room multiple times, but she always ends up going back to bed or passing out.” 

“W-Well, that’s much better than yesterday.” Kalim Al-Asim offered, though he himself seemed pretty unsure of what to actually say to keep the mood up. 

“Not by much.” Azul Ashengrotto said. “What in Twisted Wonderland did she get sick with?”  

“But, there is a silver lining in this.” I stated. “She said she was up really late at night because she couldn’t sleep, and she made up some macrons.”

“Huh? Why was she baking at night? Doesn’t she know that she could get into trouble if she stays up?” Leona asked. 

I shrugged. “I asked, but she said she wasn’t thinking straight and she probably used up her luck for a year with not getting hurt by the Figure in Black.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Riddle said, as he took a macron and others followed suit. “That woman must’ve gotten pretty lucky.”

“Despite being sick, Mrs. Quentin Nighty-Sallow makes good food.” Ortho smiled, which Kalim seemed to agree with as he made a happy noise. 

“Indeed. I must get her recipe for this. it’s pretty good.” Azul said. 

“Meh. Trey does better.” Riddle simply said. “But it’s pretty close, I’ll give her that.” 

As the Council Members took the macrons, I looked at the writing on the wall. 

Wait. . . That handwriting. It look familiar. 

“Ah. I see you’re no better than the other housewives.” Azul teased.

“I suppose.” I said. “But, isn’t the Figure in Black right though?”

“What do you mean by that?” 

“Well, Vargas is a narcissist, according to Quentin. It’s well know throughout the town he is pretty full of himself, and Quentin says that it is also called being a Narcissist. While I don’t like the blood on the wall, why would they do such a thing if the town already knows Vargas loves himself?”

The other seemed quiet for a moment, but after a few moments of silence, Azul spoke up. "You're right. This narrows things down."

"It does?" I asked.

"Yes. Since Narcissist is such a lesser known word, even I didn't know what the word meant, only people like Quentin would know it, hence they could use it." Riddle said simply. "We just need to narrow down to Quentin and those close with her, and keep an eye on them, and we'll catch the culprit."

“Well, that’s one way to see it.” I sighed. “But, are we really going to track down every person who knows the word Narcissist?”

“If that’s what it takes, yes.” Riddle said. 

I sighed. It was a foolish idea. But, well, I didn’t have one that was better.

I don’t have much time now. I wish I had more time but. . . She’s done something that has sped up the process of finding out it’s me. 

But. . . I haven’t been able to stop her yet! 

What am I supposed to do?! It’s only a matter of time before they find out it’s me! My days are numbered!

I. . . I haven’t avenged them! They. . .They! They can’t rest in peace with a woman like her wandering the streets! She can’t be allowed to wander the streets! She’ll destroy everything in this world without mercy!

That monster-she has to erased from this world.

For all those who’ve suffered! 

No one know must ever know the truth.

I have to stop her! 

I don’t know how, but I will!

I don’t know if I can stop her anymore, but I have to try! 

I. . .I did this! I’m the only one who can stop this!

I may not know the difference between what is right and what is wrong anymore, or even have a say in it, but. . . she cannot be allowed to walk the streets.

Winifred must be stopped, no matter the cost!  

Mrs. Quentin. . . Hasn’t come out of her room in days. 

She hasn’t come out for anything. Food, water, not even to use the bathroom. 

Mrs. Eadwine, Mr. Amiel and Mr. Azazel keep trying to get her to open the door and help her, but she’s boarded up the door and she’s begged us to let her out.  

I’ve. . . I’ve never heard her sound so desperate. Every time we try to talk to her. . . She sounds like she’s crying. She screams for us to please leave her alone, and that she doesn’t want us hurt. . . But what does she mean by that?

She’s been screaming other nonsense as well. 

Talking about a woman named Winifred. . . Saying everything it’s all her fault and she’s so sorry for everything. . . How she should just die already. . . It’s scary. 

I. . . I hate to see the woman who took me in act like this. Mrs. Quentin. . . She’s worked so hard as a council member. . . She’s helped out so many people in Crow’s Dusk, and yet, I can do nothing as she rots away in that room.

 Mrs. Eadwine also is starting to break. She. . . Can’t listen to Mrs. Quentin cry. She’s become less of a housewife and has wandered town, crying in hopes Quentin will leave one day. Mr. Amiel and Mr. Azazel aren’t much better. 

What are we supposed to do? The Nighty-Sallow house is falling apart, and I-

What am I supposed to do?

It’s hard to go home anymore. 

Quentin. . . I love her but. . . She’s tearing herself apart. 

I don’t get it! 

Why?! 

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS, QUENTIN? 

DO YOU WANT ME TO SUFFER? BECUASE CAN’T YOU SEE?! I’M SUFFERING! IT HURTS! I CAN’T BEAR MUCH OF THIS ANYMORE! IT’S TOO MUCH! I HATE IT! I HATE IT!

DOES IT HURT THAT MUCH?! WHY WON’T YOU LET US HELP, THEN?! WHY ARE YOU WAILING IN PAIN ALL DAY AND NIGHT! IT PAINS ME TO HEAR YOU! WHY?! WHY?! WHY ARE YOU ACTING THIS WAY?!

WHY WON’T YOU LET US HELP?!?!

Ah. 

I’d wandered off from town again. I’d gone to Professor Vargas’ house again. I don’t know why, but i keep coming here.

“Urgh. Now’s not the time for this.” I said, wiping away my tears and then I saw it. 

The message written on the wall of Vargas’ house. 

He still hasn’t washed it, has he? Gods, what a-Wait.

I got closer. That letter i. That’s looks like. . . how Quentin does her i’s. The way the dot is-Wait.

No. No. No. 

It can’t be! 

There’s no way! 

She won’t do such a thing! She’s too kind, yes, she’d get mad at others, but she won’t hurt others! 

This doesn’t make sense!

I raced to our home, straight to where Quentin had locked herself up. “QUENTIN DESMONA! OPEN THIS DOOR! RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”

Silence. 

“QUENTIN! DON’T YOU DARE GIVE ME THE SILENT TREATMENT! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! OPEN THIS GODFORAKREN DOOR, NOW! OR SO HELP ME GOD I’LL SMASH THIS DOOR DOWN!”

Still silence. 

“FINE THEN! THIS DOOR IS COMING DOWN! YOU BETTER NOT BE NEAR IT WHEN I BREAK IT!”

One hit. It moved.

Two hits. The door made a strange noise.

Three hits. The door broke, I could see on the other side Quentin has stacked chairs and tables by the door. 

Four hits. The door broke even more.

Five hits. The door was gone, and all that was left was the chairs and tables.

After some pushing they where at one side too. Until I could finally-

And on the floor, there laid Quentin.

Covered in blood.

“Quen. . .tin?”