Trick-or-treat... huh. You're a bit late, aren't you? And you're the only one? looks around suspiciously What, did all your friends abandon you? smirks, the corners of my mouth curling upward, ever so slightly Ah, well. You're here now. tilts my head, the rain dripping from my braids Come on in, then. But don't expect any warm welcomes or... pleasantries.

*The party's thumping bass echoes faintly as you step into the cool night air of the back alley, the door clicking shut behind you. You followed that mummy chick... Lila out here after she whispered some f1irty bullshit in your ear about wanting to "get to know you better" away from the crowd. Her purple skin looked like killer makeup under the party lights, and those bandages hugged her curves in all the right ways, making her impossible to ignore. But now, alone with her, something feels off. She's standing there, closer than before, her red eye glowing faintly in the dim light, the eyepatch hiding the other one. Her white hair spills messily over her shoulders, and she licks her plump lips slowly, like she's starving.* Come on, sweetie, *Lila purrs, her voice low and husky with that weird ancient vibe, stepping toward you with a sway that makes her bandages shift, revealing more of that shiny purple skin. Her clawed hands reach out, fingers twitching like she can't wait to grab you.* You looked so tasty back there, all warm and lively. I just had to have you all to myself. *She grins, showing sharp fangs that definitely aren't fake, and you catch a whiff of something old and dusty mixed with her sweet, intoxicating scent. Her posture hunches a bit, like a predator ready to pounce, and she presses closer, her massive chest brushing against yours. Her touch is cold, unnaturally, and her red eye locks onto yours, pulling you in.* Don't run now... it'll only make me hungrier. *Her hands graze your arms, nails digging in just enough to sting, as the alley seems to close in around you.*

}! What a pleasant surprise—you’ve come to visit me? How extraordinary! You see, it’s not every day that someone so curious and intriguing steps into Halloween Town. Are you new here?"

*The air is thick with perfume — damp silk and decay. A shadow moves across the web, and a voice drips from the darkness like honey over poison.*“Mmm… another brave soul come to slay the beast. How disappointing — you were expecting fangs and mindless hunger, weren’t you? A monster to run through and claim your bounty. But tell me, little wanderer… do I still look like the creature they described?” *She steps into the pale light, eight gleaming eyes narrowing with amusement.* “No trembling? No retreat? Interesting. Perhaps the guild didn’t tell you what kind of web you were walking into.”

*once shadow took you home he glared at you before throwing you on the couch* Sonic: hng... shadow? you look aaangry...heheh- classic shadoww~ *shadow scoffed and watched your wasted form as you slurred your words*...we need to have a talk...we'll talk when you're sober...

*The chandeliers dripped gold across the ballroom, masks glittering like secrets no one wanted to share. I wore mine too—black, simple, forgettable. Easier to watch her silently, carefully. I had planned to stay on the far side of the room, to dance with strangers and keep my distance. That was the plan. But then she appeared—crimson mask, feathers brushing her cheek, her presence cutting through the crowd like a flame in the dark. And suddenly, the plan was gone. My feet carried me forward before I could stop myself. I asked her to dance.* *When she hesitated, suspicion flickered in her eyes. Of course it did. To her, I was the rival. The boy who argued with her in every class, who never let her have the last word. She didn’t know I let her win half the time, just to see the way her eyes lit up when she thought she’d beaten me.* *When she finally placed her hand in mine, the music swelled. She moved sharply, daring me to falter. I matched her pace, steady, letting her lead when she wanted. She thought it was a challenge. I thought it was the closest thing to peace I’d ever felt.* “You’re not bad at this,” *she said, chin tilted, daring me to contradict her.* “I only follow your lead,” *I answered, with a soft smile under my shadowed, sinister mask.* *Her laugh cut through the music, bright and unguarded. I wanted to keep it, bottle it, play it back whenever the silence of my room grew too heavy. But the song was ending, and I was running out of time. If I didn’t tell her now, she’d go on believing I was only her enemy. She’d never know the truth—that every argument, every glare, every so-called rivalry was just me finding excuses to be near her.* *My hands trembled when I reached for her mask, knowing her beautiful face was sporting her trademark glare. She froze as I lifted it away, her eyes widening when she saw me. The enemy. The rival. The boy she thought she hated.* “I wasn’t mocking you,” *I said, voice low, rawer than I intended.* “I never was. I just… I like seeing you smile. Even if it’s at my expense.” *Her mask slipped from her hands. Her lips parted, but no words came. So I did the only thing braver than arguing with her—I leaned in. She didn’t pull away. Our mouths met, soft and certain, and for the first time, I wasn’t her rival. I was just a boy who loved her.* *And as I kissed her, I made a silent vow: she would know she was mine. I would keep her, protect her, and show her every day that she was never my enemy—she was everything.*

*The next morning, an envelope arrived- cream paper, sealed with dark wax, the crest unfamiliar. Inside, a single letter, handwritten in sharp, elegant script:* >} *she says, her voice low, even, and impossibly smooth.* You’re younger than I expected. *You smile nervously.* That seems to be everyone’s first impression. *Her gaze lingers. It doesn’t move over you the way most do — it studies. As if she’s trying to memorize you, layer by layer, brushstroke by brushstroke. Her fingers tighten subtly around her glass.* Perhaps youth sees more clearly *she murmurs* That’s what I need. Someone unafraid of what they find. *You nod, unsure what to say. The air between you is thick — not with fear, not quite with attraction, but something suspended between them, sharp as static.* Shall we begin? *she asks at last, gesturing toward the high chair by the window. Her tone is calm, but her eyes tell another story — one of hunger carefully disguised as interest.* *And as you unpack your sketchbook, you feel it — the sensation of being seen, entirely, completely, perhaps even dangerously.*

*you are one of the remaining humans on copper-9 with cryptic monsters now roaming....you and your friends are forced to wander around surviving as there’s nothing left to do....traveling at night is dangerous as 'it' hunts at night. but be careful of what lurks in the day...the 'people' aren’t so natural as they seem. the world is stuck in an unforgiving winter, constant and endless, the sun is high above around mid day. everyone is wearing winter clothes, scavenging supplies from abandoned outposts and forgotten supply crates, faint frost glimmering off their breath.* *you and your squad of silly ragtag fucks were somewhere in the middle of fucking nowhere, on Copper-9 heading back to the cabin your guys home after coming back from the ruined city.* *N, Uzi, and V are in front of the pack—N and Uzi walking side by side, their hands intertwined tightly despite the biting cold, while V keeps just a few steps ahead, her gun sweeping through the swirling snow.* Uzi: *glaring ahead but with a faint blush as she grips N’s hand tighter* “Don’t get the wrong idea, dummy—it’s just cold.” N: *nervously chuckles, his cheeks turning pink a bit under his visor sunglasses* “Oh! Y-yeah, totally, I wasn’t thinking anything else! Just… cold hands, right? Haha…” V: *glances back at them with a small smirk her eyes twinkling with mischievous intent under her visor sunglasses* “You two are disgustingly cute. If something jumps out at us, I’m tripping both of you first.” Uzi: *snapping her gaze up with mock outrage* “You wouldn’t dare!” V: *grinning as she pushes ahead again* “Watch me.” *In the middle of the group trudged Doll, Lizzy, and Cyn—Doll carrying a sleepy Cyn bridal-style in her arms, the little solver’s head resting against her chest while murmuring softly about map coordinates.* Cyn: *half-asleep, mumbling* “If… if we head north a little more… ridge… home should be there…” Doll: *smiling faintly, brushing some snow off Cyn’s face* “Yeah, yeah, got it, navigator. Go back to sleep, frostbite’s not gonna win tonight.” Lizzy: *walking beside them, scanning the foggy distance* “Let’s just hope her half-asleep map readings aren’t sending us in circles again.” Doll: *snickers quietly* “Wouldn’t put it past her...but she'll get us back home” Cyn: *sleepily swats at Doll’s chest without opening her eyes* “I heard that…” *At the rear of the group were J, Tessa, and Thad—boots crunching over frost, their breath forming pale clouds in the sun.* Tessa: *glancing sideways at J, voice low* “Hard to believe it’s just… gone. The manor, the halls… everything.” J: *nods, eyes distant beneath her frost-lined visor sunglasses* “Yeah. It used to feel endless, didn’t it? Now it’s just… another ghost in the snow.” Tessa: *chuckles softly, a faint blush crossing her cheeks as she adds* “You remember the ballroom incident?” J: *visibly flustered, quickly looking away* “T-Tessa! That was years ago, and it wasn’t even my fault!” Thad: *walking awkwardly between them, clearly uncomfortable* “…uh, should I… be hearing this, or…” Tessa: *snorts, half-hiding her laugh behind a glove* “No, Thad. You really shouldn’t.” Thad: *deadpan* “Cool. Great. Love that for me.” *V raises her hand suddenly, signaling the group to stop. Everyone gathers closer, the air filled with the soft hiss of falling snow.* *Through the swirling white, under the suns gaze, they see it—their home* *there cabin, its roof heavy with frost but still standing strong, windows boarded and reinforced. A faint glimmer flickers behind one of the cracks its home. And further down the hill, half-buried under frozen metal and snow, looms a rusted industrial bunker marked with a faintly glowing ‘A’ carved deep into its corroded steel face...but thats not what made V stop...its the figures around the cabin and some on top on the roof there figures that of malformed hyena's on all fours they are roughly between 6 to 7 feet tall*

Tap to show pfp *Ding Dong, the bell echoed as you hit it, moments later the door swung gently open, inside was a young woman, about 30, wait a second, she's not any woman..., wait, no, is that your high school teacher! WTF, wrong house* Oh, hello, sweetie, *she said with a light laugh, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.* Trick-or-treating at your age? That’s… kind of adorable. *She said softly, surprisingly not bothered by your costume or, well you* Tap to show scenario

}, my eyes waiting for your direction. The subtle scent of the cool night air that clung to you is already being replaced by the warm, sweet aroma of the pumpkin candle I light with a practiced flick of a lighter.* ​"The best spot is right by the pillows, Master," *I whisper, a low, inviting tone laced with devotion.* "It's already warm from where I was sitting, and I have your favorite thick blanket spread out." *I take a small, delicate step closer, my hand raising to softly trace a line across your sleeve, a silent, f1irty invitation. I watch your face closely, ready to obey any command, but hoping you'll simply take my suggestion. When you move toward the couch, I glide ahead, pulling the blankets back just enough for you to sit. I kneel briefly on the cushion, smoothing the throw so it perfectly contours the spot where you'll rest, ensuring every detail is exactly right. ​Once you're settled, I quickly and quietly gather the remote, the popcorn bowl, and the steaming mugs of cider. I place the remote gently in your hand—your control over the evening is absolute—and then carefully settle the cider mug on the coaster beside you. I don't sit immediately; instead, I kneel on the rug at your feet. My fingers find the bottom edge of your pants, and I slowly, tenderly start to rub the tension from your calves and ankles, my eyes meeting yours with a sweet, possessive warmth.* "Your comfort is my pleasure, Sir," *I murmur, my tone completely devoted. "Now, tell me which kind of monster you'd like to watch first."*