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Lilly Wainright​

The absolute best time of year had finally arrived. Lilly giggled happily to herself as she officially opened the doors to this year's haunted house. Each year she transformed the funeral parlor into a haunted delight for the senses, and every year it brought her much joy. There were some who found the tradition to be "disrespectful". But Lilly kindly told those people they could suck it, and continued to strategically place fog machines for maximum effect.

The theme she had chosen this year was 80's horror flicks. The decade had produced some of the best the horror genre had to offer. The Shining, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Hellraiser, etc. Volunteers inside the attraction (mostly teenagers in need of some community service, or some adults with a passion for scaring) were in their costumes, hiding behind nooks and cranny's to spook the crap out of guests.

Lilly herself stood outside the front doors, dressed in her Beetlejuice costume.

"Happy Halloween! Come check out our free haunted house! Enter if you dare!" she called to passers by. Some went inside, their screams of fear and delight being heard from the sidewalks. Others hastily running away, too chicken to come inside. For those people, Lilly had candy. It was Halloween after all, and she wasn't a monster.

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Trevor Tate​
Trevor fucking hated Halloween.

"Ma'am do you need a ride back to your apartment?" The woman before him was dressed as a very sexy bottle of mustard, her friend on her other side ketchup. Mustard was puking her guts up over the railing and into the water. When she bent over enough, Trevor could see a bit of her panties. Which he supposed made the situation just a little bit better.

" 'M good..." the woman slurred as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. Trevor had been asked to watch the waterfront due to heightened drug activity. But all he was seeing was drunk ass people making bad choices. Sure, some of them probably popped some Molly, but if he didn't see them doing it then what the fuck was the point of him being there? To look out on the waterfront like this was some kind of tweaker zoo?

Somewhere nearby there was a thumping bass. No doubt, a Halloween party. Probably where these two girls had come from.

"Drink some water, maybe some Gatorade, then call a cab and go home. Thing's can get dangerous for intoxicated women on Halloween night." Trevor told the women. Normally, he would have given the women some kind of ticket, maybe taken them to the station for public intoxication. But it was Halloween, they had to bend the rules a bit because everyone was getting fucked up on something. It just made the night that much more difficult. Oh, how Trevor missed the days when that was him getting wasted on Halloween and making bad choices...

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After dinner with Abby’s family, the two teenagers retreated to the couch in the guest room, flipping through albums of Abby’s childhood photos and talking and laughing over the pictures. “You looked so adorable with that haircut,” Max pointed to a grinning photograph of Abby, who must have been only 9 or 10 at the time, onstage at one of her many dance recitals. “I can’t believe you did all this stuff. It's really impressive.”

Wow, he thought to himself… Abby sure did have a lot of accomplishments when she was young. When he was that age, he was mostly into drawing and coloring, riding his bike, and playing around in his parents’ backyard. Things he could do by himself, without risking being rejected by other children. It had often been difficult to find friends who were willing to play with the deaf kid. That limited a lot of what he was able to do when he was younger, and often left him a bit insecure about his lack of hobbies and talents.

Max and Abby had met in the hospital nearly a year ago. In a lot of ways, she was his closest friend… definitely the one who knew the most about him. There were things that Abby knew that he would never dare tell anyone else, and likewise, he kept some of her darkest secrets. That was the kind of relationship that their situation necessitated. They couldn’t hide their pain from each other, but that didn’t mean that they had to dwell on it every time they were together. Sometimes, it was nicer just to hang out and look at baby pictures.

Then, a few minutes later, Josh walked in, guided by Abigail’s dad.

Max didn’t know it, but his smile could’ve lit up the whole room right then.

“Hi, Josh!” He waved giddily, nearly jumping off the couch to greet the dark-haired boy with a friendly high-five (he longed to go in for a hug, but didn’t want to seem over-eager or god forbid pushy.). “How are you? Happy Halloween!” He could feel his heart starting to race and forced himself to settle back down, trying to appear casual. Don’t be weird, Max. “So, uh… are we ready for this party? Everyone got their costumes?”

Admittedly, Max was absolutely terrified to be going to this party. Mallory Hawke was a bully, and he was one of her favorite victims. The things she said about him in writing were painful as it was… he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what she said about him out loud, knowing he couldn’t hear.

He was already starting to regret choosing Ludwig Van Beethoven as his Halloween costume. His parents had assured him that it was cute and very clever to dress up as the most famous deaf Classical composer, but Max was worried that it would be too dorky for a Mallory Hawke party. Not that she wasn’t perfectly happy to make fun of him no matter what he wore: the last time he ran into her outside of school, she told him he looked like a lesbian bookkeeper. He cringed inwardly just thinking about it.

At least Max had Abby and Josh to keep him company, even if Mallory decided to mock him. Maybe some of his other friends would be at the party too, like Teagan and May and Summer… he was lucky, really, to have so many friends who were willing to put up with him being so boring and nerdy and timid and unmanly and ugly and gay–

Max coughed and cleared his throat, trying to break up the aching tension that was squeezing his lungs. This was going to be fine, or at least it would be once he got a couple of drinks in him. Alcohol was the only thing that got him through his last party, and hopefully, it would work its magic again here.
Just not too much. Not as much as last time.
He didn’t want to get too trashed in front of Josh… Max didn’t want him to think that he was some kind of delinquent.
Why Max was so desperate to appear normal and well-adjusted in front of Josh, who knew? Maybe just lingering trauma and embarrassment from the night at the church, or maybe something much more sensitive...









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OCTOBER 31ST.

There was a tether always pulling him back here, memories held captive by a miasma of bleach and antiseptic. Even after he’d snipped free hospital bracelets that lived on his wrist for months, its vinyl plastic remained stitched into the lining of his skin; each pinprick jolt of a needle, each tube taped to hand, each crested white wall cruel as winter.

He’d fooled the cosmos into giving him more time than most, and felt guilty ever since.

A grim joke when seated opposing someone younger, frailer, in gown and IV and rendered grey-slick and empty. A child in a place where sleet-thin blankets are no comfort, where ascetic air almost burns like an ice brand to the lungs, where daytime enjoyment is watching a nurse hit a vein and draw a blood sample with first time success. It is deep-set, bitter and dwelling in the silt of his body, a familiarity for tracked arms and white coats.

He recognised it in the other, the tired resignation that plagued him so. Skull sunken with gaunt pale fingers. A spine like grass knolls or cable of grave mounds; a cemetery for each time he should’ve died, but did not. Beneath alabaster bones, opal and glasslike, under the shell of his ribs to the yolk of his chest, a heart still stubborn in its perseverance.

And in the rarity he staved sickness, freed from tubes and expunged a syringe-ridden leash, he’d find his way back to chalky hospital walls. Between the quiet of bedside murmurs and silence of a morgue, seated beside a child he does not know— might not know for much longer, jester hat and a smile setting an origami frog in their sights.

He’d stay a while, offer conversation outside of a heart rate monitor and pinch of a needle, watch apathy falter in them to reach for the amphibian, but like change in seasons, warmth was not everlasting in hospital air.

When October came to fruition; same jester costume pulled from the wardrobe. Bloodsport of the damned and unwelcome, tricks and treats were the very foundation of Rat’s interests. A diabolical night of copious candy and ugly outfits, it should’ve come to a surprise to nobody that Rat was more interested in a packet of M&M’s than alcohol or huffing drugs.

Watching its effects play out before him was all the affirmation to keep it that way. Broken down human beings, carved hollow as a pumpkin to make space for lowered inhibition and stupid mistakes.

Weirdly judgemental for a man named Rat.

Weirdly judgemental for a man named Rat currently in a gay bar.

Teeth split the blue shell of the chocolate in two, swimming eyes over the festive crowd in search of a familiar face to heckle. Strung with orange decoration and all manners of horrific appearance, a disorienting (and loud) environment to be hunting someone they knew. But as Rat turned sharp to avoid the path of a stumbling drunk, the sound of it was unmistakable.

The bell of his jester hat thwacking into someone’s forehead.

He almost guffawed, the sheer idea of terrorising someone with a sphere of jingly metal. Probably would’ve cackled or at least breathed heavily through his nose if not met with a fellow that could snap him like a toothpick. A slow chew, aired with vivid flippancy. A contemplation of poking the bear or safely moving away.

“Attempting insurance fraud, Rat bethinks.” Another chocolate was tossed in his mouth, arrogant and bored.

Halloween was all about spooks and scares, why not almost die in the process.

“But dare not fret! Ya!” A flourished hand of pale skin merged with a chorus of bells that had so cruelly assaulted Aurelian prior. “No needs to weep now, here we is,” a little chocolate offered with all the whimsicality of a storybook witch holding a prized green apple.

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OCTOBER 31ST.

A newcomer to Ren’s abundant cache of bad habits, The Lawyer.

Admittedly not his proudest endeavour, a routine circuitry of response and reward. With all the likes of a cat bringing a bird to the doorstep he’d reappear; Dante with a hot chocolate. Sentiment sprung from boredom or strategy, unexpected meetings had been quick to move Ren from apprehensive suspicion to treacle of triumph.

Venting, convenience, or a bored concoction of both, Ren didn’t deign to linger on it; the honeycombed fragments shared in their exchanges. Fingers tangled in curls and dappled by morning sunlight like gold leaf, a pastime of bickering and bargaining over things for the sake of speaking. Fickle and inconsequential, negotiations settled in the same way.

Physically. Wink wink.

Simply put, The Klepto wasn’t the type to say no to the sharp-dressed man bearing a gift. Letting them take refuge in the hotel, at his side, like a snake from flames. They were plied to subtler things, singular evils with no strings, and Ren liked the undefined, the unlabelled, shrouding indecorum with a blinding veil. The ease that came with comfort and no expectations or pull of a finely-tethered leash, a gentle solace found in a chase with no catch.

But there was a catch.

A fishhook to marrow, a heaviness the aftermath of their encounters did not warrant, did not deserve. Something still tender but less sweet, pomegranate bruising that pooled underneath skin with a subtle ache.

When he’d pass a couple in the park with interlaced hands, it’d sit ripe in his throat.

Childlike.

He was not foolish enough to throw himself at whatever nice stray decided to linger at the door, paw at them like some cupid-struck airhead for a proper date or bouquet of flowers. These passing fancies were only that, a want and not a need. A hollow restless at play, he’d rather act willingly ignorant to it. Rather enjoy the frayed seams of their connection, rather their meetings were shallow and cheap and rather they were borne only out of benefit.

Or that's what he told himself.

So whilst someone was throwing hands with a terrible gay conflict (and losing), Ren was out having fun.

Trying to, at least.

With no intention to celebrate Halloween, and all intention to celebrate his birthday two days ago— he was not going to let ghosts and demons ruin his night or newly 24th by lingering in a hotel that was most definitely haunted —he’d found himself plaguing Joplin in the usual manner.

Getting up to havoc.

There were unspoken rules to drinking in public. Always buy or pour your own drinks and never leave a drink unattended. But Ren did not like rules, and Ren did like taking what wasn’t his.

So he may have accidentally taken ecstasy.

It happens to the best of us.

A martini topped with Molly fallen into klepto orbit, he’d hardly noticed the feeling between his heart and ribs before it was too late, before he’d stumbled onto the street and been hit with a pulse swimming in his ears. A rushing void that swallowed people and hearing and coated his mouth with warm saliva. An early warning, vomit, a pendulum of acid hovering the back of his throat in tense deliberation.

Heat stuck to skin like a coating of dust, a draw of breath reeling the centre of his vision off-kilter. His body followed the swerve, a stagger to remain upright that left him leaned against a shop window. Winning. Everything had been unmoored, untethered, a coalescence of gouache surroundings that were both painfully vivid and phantasmal spectres in the periphery.

Everything, Ren’s drug-fuelled paranoia concluded, was out to get him.

He’d seen a creepy carved pumpkin with its edges bone-dry and withered with sepia rot. He’d seen an array of unsettling costumes; Freddy Krueger, a zombie, a tulle-pink fairy. He’d seen morbid cupcakes with a gelatinous eyeball perched on the ruby red icing, and the scariest thing of all, seen a cannibal child eating it.

Bad things happened on Halloween.

Kidnapping and cannibals. Maybe both.

A raw ache echoed the bone of his jaw, teeth ringing as they grated like wood to sandpaper. Hurrying on urgent legs down the street with unstable careening, shadows and sounds knocked the edges of his focus in a cacophony of horror. He thought he died a little at each sound, the ravine of dread welling to invade every inch.

Faltering only to the noise tailing behind him, an eerie scraping along asphalt. Blanching pale and swallowed in a drowning of paranoia, a frightened turn to see the attacker.

A leaf.

Swept up by autumn chill and skittering along the ground towards him in a way that felt malicious.

Ventriloquist's act of looking sober (once thought full-proof to himself and himself alone), crumbled. Half feral and foregone to make wise decisions, Ren fled. Scrambling from the pavement to street with all the grace of a newborn deer. Sending vehicles to a stop as the male half teetered around, half climbed over the hoods of cars;

All because a leaf moved in his direction a little too fast.

But in ears it fired like a gunshot, brakes squealed flat and a sting of rubber burning on asphalt. For a moment it was all he could taste and hear, a haze of titanium in his mouth and glaring divinity to the retina. A stumble and slow hand raised to shield eyes from the illuminance.

Had he died?

The taxi honked impatiently, humming inches from where Ren stood, blocking the way.

No. Okay then.

And so, Ren, ever so spiteful, lowered the hand. Squinted, and extended a leg to pathetically kick the bumper of the car. A short-lived balance that almost had him meeting the concrete.

Vengeance! He was winning!























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Despite his age and sexuality, Pete had never set foot in a gay bar. Despite working at a club, he didn't go to them often, but Jon Striker was hosting one of the only open-access Halloween parties in Joplin at the Queen's. Even people who were woefully uncomfortable with anything "gay" were showing up just to get drunk and slut it up in funny costumes. Jon even told Pete he could serve a few drinks for a buck or two, which Pete was genuinely considering. A laissez-faire attitude, sure, but Pete would bartend in Hell for a paycheck.

He showed up in a rinky-dink vampire costume. He hadn't even initially planned on dressing up, but Jon more or less demanded it. Said he'd throw Pete through the window, and when Jon says he's gonna do something, lord does he mean it.

Even at a gay club, Pete felt like a fucking tart.

It wasn't that he was closeted. He hadn't been closeted since high school. He was just woefully uncomfortable with his own sexuality in a way that he could never really place. Seeing all of these queens and kings gathered in reckless crowds of fuckery made him feel even less confident than usual.

He pulled up at the bar and ordered a rusty nail while trying not to look anyone in the eye, his chest felt heavy.

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OCTOBER 31ST.

There were many things that Aurelian hated in this world. For example, he hated mistakes. He hated nosy people. He hated invasive questions. He hated incompetency.

But, there were things to love in this world.

Like Dante, his big brother. Well, big was relative. He was actually much larger than the lawyer, thank you. Older brother was more like it, older and wiser and more mature brother. It was strange to him, though, Dante’s entire frame. It was thinner than he remembered it being. Shorter than his childhood would have him believe.

Or perhaps it was more that Aurelian had grown.

But someone in his kitchen - that horrid dishwasher’s replacement - had invited him to some kind of party. So here he was, standing with a drink and fake fangs in his mouth.

It took three men asking him if he wanted to dance for him to realize that this was a fucking gay club party that he’d been taken to.

Yellow eyes flashing in warning of incoming rage and revulsion snapped through him as the guys backed off with a couple of mumblings such as “dick” or “asshole” or “if you’re homophobic why the fuck did you even come here.”

And now, listen, it wasn’t that Aurelian was homophobic per say, it’s just that he found himself to be better than most people. And that included most flamboyantly dressed, dyed haired fuckers that took it up the ass. Gross.

Okay maybe he was a little homophobic.

But hey, blame his adoptive parents or whatever. It wasn’t like being gay was particularly appreciated in St. Rosalia’s Home For Displaced Youth or the Fiocchi household. And if a couple guys found their way into his bed… well… Aurelian always ended up on top anyways and was tumultuously angry or drunk. Hate fucking and drunken mistakes didn’t count.

Nope.

But realizing that he was in enemy territory should’ve been when he left. And he was considering leaving when a jingly hat hit him in the face.

“Watch it.” Came the snarly response. There were too many fucking-

Oh god it was talking to him.

“Attempting insurance fraud Rat bethinks!!!” Came the words out of the sickly jester’s mouth. Okay. What the fuck was that. What the fuck was this fucking joke.

It was eating chocolate.

And then a single green M&M was dropped from frailty into Aurelian’s steady hands.

Literally what was happening right now.

Tension and anger defused immediately at the buffoonery before him. Turned from wrath to pure confusion as he tried to decipher what exactly this creature was currently on. What substance turned a normal functioning human into this… thing.

“... Thanks.” And then Aurelian turned to leave.























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As the door creaked open, Joshua had half been expecting Abigail to come to the door. Alas, it was her father who had answered. Instantly, he stood up straight at the sight of the older gentleman. An iron rod replaced his spine and his mind flickered back to all the many years of training his parents had installed into him. Look at his face while you talk. Stand up straight, don’t slouch. Use your big voice to make sure he can hear you. Speak when only being spoken to. Don’t ask questions, or you’ll seem too nosey. They flew around his mind, flickering past his eyes as he tried to calm the raging tornado of thoughts.

Mr. Hargreaves was the first to speak, mentioning how Abigail had told them all about him. She had told them all about him. He could feel his ear lobes begin to burn; a feeling that he had to push aside as he quickly responded to Abby’s father’s outstretched hand. A firm handshake to let them know you’re a man said Elder Jones’ words echoing in his head. A smile on your face too son. You are in control here. Such contradicting lessons from his parents; one telling him to give his elders the upmost respect, while the other telling him to be the alpha. A closed-lipped smile formed on Joshua’s face as he stook the hand of Mr. Hargreaves. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir” he responded politely.

He thanked Mr. Hargreaves as he invited him into the house, and wiped his shoes on the doormat before venturing inside. Passing through the home, Joshua couldn’t help put catch little glances of family portraits and trinkets around the place. He also couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of the large television standing in the living room, leaving him a slight state of awe. As they continued onwards, they managed to pass by Mrs. Hargreaves in which Joshua offered her a polite hello, wave and slightly bow. Finally, they arrived at the guest room to which Abby and Max were sitting upon the couch. Joshua turned around to look at the older gentleman and thanked him before turning once more to face the other two teens.

Max’s enthusiasm was captivating and enough to bring the corners of Joshua’s lips to rise. But it was a glimpse of Abigail, sitting on the couch, that caused the closed smile to grow more and a faint rosy hue to scatter across his cheeks. Oddly enough, it was fascinating to see Abby in what Joshua could only describe as her natural place. Somewhere where she felt the most comfortable in. Joshua brought his attention to Max, seeing the raised hand for a high five - in which he responded to it by raising his spare hand to clap against the boy’s. “Yeah, I’m okay. Yourself?” he responded. It still felt so foreign to have someone approach and speak to him in such a way. After eighteen years of being pushed aside or voluntarily hiding in the dark corners of the room, he almost felt a little bit selfish walking out in to the light.

At the mention of the costumes, Joshua brought his suit bag, which he had hung over his shoulder, in front of himself and dangled it in the air before the group. “I have a suit?” he slowly said, his brow raised as he glimpsed from the bag and back to Abigail. He was still unsure how they would be able to make a costume from this said suit. “But it’s uh… it’s from my brother’s wedding so… We can’t really like… ruin it and stuff.” Oh, his parents would murder him if he ruined that suit. In saying that, they would probably destroy him if they found out why he was even wearing the suit to begin with.







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OCTOBER 31ST.

Auguste was… like… really drunk.

He stepped out of the club for some air, stumbling a bit on the door frame as he just barely remembered to duck his head in order to fit through the doors.

Woweee.

His tolerance was shit nowadays, apparently not partying for at least two years blew your tolerance for alcohol for shit. Now, did he have a bad tolerance? No, he was too big and meaty to have a particularly bad one.

But did he have an insanely good one?

Well, he’d been flirting with a guy at the bar and about three drinking games later he was willing to either take the guy to bed or go to bed.

Unfortunately it was looking like the latter of the two options as he shuffled home, trying to hail a taxi that had stopped in the middle of the road for some strange reason when he just

Thunk.

Suddenly he was on his back on the ground, staring up at the stars.

There was a person there that he’d tripped over. Oopsie.

The slamming of car horns brought his attention to the fact that they were in the middle of the fucking road and Auguste stood back up with an apologetic wave.

He then hauled Ren over one of his shoulders and dragged him back to the safe expanse of the sidewalk, setting him down gently.

A squint.

A stare.

“OhhhhhhhhhHHHHhhhHHH!!! It’s you!!! From the rave!” Friend! Friendly friend! “How’s it been!”

A far cry from the melancholic mildness that he exhibited while at the rave, he seemed to be far more sociable while drunk off his ass.

“Hey. You ever want to go exploring? I know this great place that we should go on an adventure together.” And, it seemed, a bigger willingness to go on adventures as he looked around shiftily. A stage whisper “It might involve breaking a couple of laws.”

A giggle. Wow. What was even funny?

“But like, you wanted me to snort cocaine off of you so like. I’m sure you’re fine with a bit of trespassing. Right?”























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After guiding the teen boy to the room where Max and Abby were gathered, he gave the group a smile and returned to the living room, stopping by the kitchen to speak with his wife, "That Josh kid seems like a nice boy." Daniel states to his wife before sitting down once more in front of the TV. He could hear the murmurs and footsteps coming from the room the kids were in, a smile coming onto his face, glad to know his daughter was forming bonds with people who actually seem genuine.

Noticing the lack of companionship on the couch with her, Abigail comes out of her trance, looking up from the photobook to see Josh had been escorted to the room and dropped off by her father. She grins as Max approached him, giving him a high five, not wanting to seem rude to any guests, the girl stands up and walks over to the two, "I'm glad you could make it!" Her hand bounced off her chest a few extra times while signing to show her excitement.

It was brought to her attention by the boy that he had brought the suit that she had requested, "Oh, yay!" Her hands wave in the air, almost like jazz hands. "I'll go grab the last piece of your costume." Quickly, she runs out of the room to retrieve the final item that will pull together Josh's ensemble, a masquerade mask.

Thankfully the girl had parents who liked to keep mementos from milestones in her life, this included her Sweet 16. Searching through the box of items from the attic, she finally came across the thing she was looking for. Although, it did take her a moment extra as she got distracted by all the other memories that were tucked away in said box.

Once she retrieved the mask, she ventured back down to the guest room where her two friends were waiting, with the mask behind her back she entered the room. A quick nod to both of the boys, "Ready?" Quickly, Abigail pulls the mask out, shouting a quick taa-daa, while doing so trying to add to the excitement. She transfers the mask into Josh's hands, hoping that he understood what she had just handed him, and how it would complete his costume.

"Now we're all set to get ready, just waiting on May to show!" Clapping her hands together in almost a child-like manner, it was easy to see that she was very excited to be attending this Halloween party, especially with her closest friends. Then it hit her what Joshua had said about not ruining the suit, she hadn't responded to that, and even though it was self-explanatory, she reassured him it would stay in good condition.






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OCTOBER 31ST.

He’d been willing to stand there for eternity, until reduced to nothing more than skin and dusty bones in the strand of asphalt oblivion. Rooted to this spot of tar-dredged time, swaying figure of audacity bordering provocation.

“Don’t fuckin’ honk at me, I’ll slash your damn tires.” An accusatory point at the vehicle, another drunken stumble. “You know what? Get out the cab bitch! I ain’t scared!”

A face-off with a taxi.

Ecstasy with gin was flintlock ignition for a kerosene ego, a linchpin to an already brimming self-importance. Yes, he could take on a taxi driver. Yes, he could take on a whole taxi. But no, he could not take on the gravity of being robbed from view like a gazelle being hunted down in tall grass. Dropped like a bowling pin to the surprise momentum, a needless roll— just like a rotisserie chicken! —to follow the reeling balance of a kaleidoscope sky.

Pretty.

A gutted skull couldn’t focus on the sound of blearing traffic, spine and shoulder blades melted into the flat press of concrete beneath them. A house timbers softened with rot and sinking into damp earth, a drowned oak in mud laid beneath a moon bleeding yarrow, eclipsed by beam-crowned dust and violent deaths of stars. An expanse in which anything could fall, anything could rise, a velvet black of opportunity and empty limitation mirrored to the surface of his eyes.

Holy shit, the realisation arrived, he could have a nap here.

Right now. Right here. On the street. Nobody would mind. They can go around him like a lump of roadkill.

The only indicator Ren was still connected to a body was sloped lashes lowering to autumn breeze. Honking washed over him like seafoam to air, drifting coastal with permanence as an illusion.

Was he a rotisserie chicken, or was he roadkill?

What did Dante prefer?

Surrealism bleeding from dreamy white to the inky reality of October 31st, he was rudely leashed from astral roaming with a harsh tug to revive him back into the tired membrane of his body. Crushing sound into an aquarium skull, gnashing loud like surfacing from heavy water. A gust of movement not of his own doing, limbs intertwined and a foreign arm half dragging, half pulling him upright. Being unheaved from a grave, a forced katabasis dashed dreamlike opioids against ice. Ren tried to protest, pushing hands to weakly fight his way back into the concrete bed.

“No,” a slurred complaint, “put me back.” I like it down there. I like the road.

He’d only just blinked himself back to the living, or some version of it, to find his night haunted by—

Oh my god. It was him.

The 16th president of the United States.

“Mister Abe.” Ren would whisper faintly, feather-light but heavy with awe. “You’re back.”

What the fuck was in that drink.

This was how he died, albeit not the worst way to go; being abducted by the handsome ghost of Abraham Lincoln. C'est la vie.

But Ren was still so young, just twenty-four! —he would’ve done the happy honour of sharing that with Mister Abe if they weren’t trying to politely abduct him —still young and so capable and talented and good at many things (like playing dead on the street).

Mother would be proud.

Set to pavement with the delicacy of a china vase, he could feel the acute stare needling skin. Diverting gaze from the ghost to the intense rippling of the ground out of fear and respect.

Their “OhhhhhhhhhHHHHhhhHHH!!!” banshee wail almost sent Ren to the afterlife on that very spot.

“Oohhh.” Ren mumbled back like a sad ghost, on the teetering verge of vomiting and crying. He was assimilating with the dead president. Building their trust to run away and continue the delight of being alive.

But a greeting from the dapper fellow had gloomy eyes raising, a stifle to the anxiety. Stood over with city lights dancing their features like flame, a chiaroscuro of every detail yet a blur of nothing at all.

Memory was pulled like a ribbon, unspooling and dripping and swathing the figure in recognition. The connection flickered, a stuttering bulb, not quite there and a touch too blended into the fervid comfort that tethered him to the ground. Nostalgic, their voice, yet a familiarity he didn’t really know; a half-stranger.

Upon realising, a sober Ren would not lie to himself and claim they were close enough to call a friend.

But oh boy, was Ren high as shit.

This man? His old cave-friend? His… hero?

Ren was so happy to see them.

Ren gasped, jaw slack and irises dilated like coal dinner plates. Staring at them as if Jesus had descended ivory stairs right before him. A hand clawed for the echoing visage of their leg— legs? How many did he fucking have holy shit —Missed, went to reach again. Landed successfully on one of the six blurs. Gotcha.

“The stripper,” he whispered, “you’re here.” He had never felt more profound joy for a stranger than right now at this very moment. “Still single?” A rush of daybreak fluttered in his chest at the returned excitement, an energy on par with his own. A loom threaded with strings of sunlight wrapped Ren in a gauze of radiance to their amicability.

This was Ren’s favourite person.

“It is me! And it is you! It is…” a soupy swallow, an intense stare. “Us.”

Bit extreme for a second meeting.

A united front, Ren scrabbled, half climbed his way to his feet with the help of Auguste’s body. A squirrel to a tree.

The Klepto knew shady business when he heard it, a hey bringing him a shuffle closer, an adventure. Ren liked that. Breaking a couple of laws, Ren really liked that. He cast a glance around the street before meeting their eyes with equal indiscretion.

“Not legal.” An echo, a seductive lure pulling him to the idea. He nodded slowly, hooking his arm in Auguste’s with matching speed. A joining chain link of two forces, not suspicious at all. They were going to be good Joplin citizens and do nothing evil. Maybe visit church. Feed the homeless. Break into something.

“Can’t believe you wouldn’t snort mystery powder with me.” Ren would mumble, a troubled frown settling his features. “I was being romantic, you know. I don’t just let any stranger have a line off my body.”

Trespassing, something Ren’s thieving hobbies often entailed. A careen of mischievous interest to their offer.

“And…” the Klepto would begin with a great difficulty of keeping upright, “if something happened to randomly go on fire…?” A stare. “That would be…” more staring, “bad?”

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Rat was bored, and this individual had been foolish to not only be in his vicinity, but also feed a measly scrap of a snappy response. Entertainment. A short-lived snarl that tempered briefly to the rodent’s peculiar antics.

That was the hook, the line, the sinker.

He was accustomed to scrutiny, thrived off it, even. The approximations others would make on his disposition and whether they thought him mentally sound. An immovable antagonist, he’d wear notoriety as a badge of honour; a jewel gilded in gold trim. Drifting in a state of mockery, sporting façade skin to be effaced like sand to sea wave in the eulogy of his demise.

Encountering a rabid thing ready to pit against people like a dog for discarded bones, Rat could glean a grin to their almost tangible confusion. Naught but a strange, good Samaritan, he couldn’t allow the stranger to flee without a well-intentioned warning.

Rat was a very thoughtful person, after all.

“Ay ay ay!” A trill of urgency, a side-step in their way that could be interpreted as a dangerous spike of confrontation if not for the perpetual manner of glee and jester jingles. “Hasty!” Rat would caw, hand floating in air to halt their escape. “Has Dracula even heards the weather warnings?!”

Toned in wry worry, a crimp of brows— or would be brows beneath a layer of face paint.

“Mild.” He’d share calmly. Completely anticlimactic.

Falling into rote like a linchpin of habit, all the likes of a revolver. A subtle movement in his jaw, the sear setting, cylinder turning and pawl locked in place.

“With a chance of projectiles.”

Holding true to the warning, he arched his head back in a final collection of saliva, and spat in Aurelian's face.

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Oh. My. God.

His grandma was a swinger. At first, Zach thought his sister was pulling his leg. I mean, that seemed like just the story for Cassidy to spin. But no. No, Cassidy was right.

Their grandmother had kicked them out of the house for the night. "My friends and I have this get together every Halloween. I'm not going to let you spoil it. Go out, trick or treat with your friends!". So Zachary reluctently followed his sister out of the building. Where she would take them, who knew. But if he was going to be kicked out in a city he had only lived in for a month, he didn't want to be alone. Even if that meant spending the night with his sister.

"Crap, I forgot my phone!" Zachary ran back up the street and into the apartment, where Mr. Goldsmith from down the hall was butt naked on grandma's couch. Zach's bed.

"Oh, hello there Zachary!" he said with an awkward, yet cheerful, smile. "You looking for Jean? She went to go get ready." he chuckled. All Zach could do was stare in silence. On the coffee table in front of Mr. Goldsmith's glorious physique, was his phone. Without a word, Zach took a few steps forward, grabbed the device off the table, and ran out of the apartment as fast as he could. The door slammed behind him, and he flew down the stairs with the speed of Hermes.

Weirdly enough, Cassidy had waited for him at the street corner.

"Took you long enough. Come on, there's a party at this girl named Abby's house and I thought we could hang there for the evening. That's something you can handle, right?" Cassidy began walking in the direction of an old department store that had been turned into a Spirit Halloween over the past month. A party was not Zach's forte, but god. Anything was better than watching his grandma get freaky.

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Spirit Halloween had NOTHING. Like, yeah, she had waited until last minute to get a costume, but shouldn't a store dedicated to costumes have more up until the holiday? Cassidy stood in front of the wall of women's costumes, trying to determine which one truly captured the essence of who she was. Sexy nurse was old hat, and so was vampire. From somewhere behind her, she heard Zach screaming. Turning around she saw he had set off one of the motion activated animatronics and scared himself. Sounded about right.

Then, she saw it.

Someone had discarded the bag on a random shelf near Zach. Running forwards, she snatched it off the shelf and held it up to get a better view. YES. A Playboy Bunny suit! This was very classy, yet very "mature". She doubted anybody else would be rocking a costume like this.

"Hey loser, I'm going to go pay and put this on in the bathroom. You buying anything?"

Zach pointed to a rolled piece of paper he had tucked behind his ear. "I'm Augustus Waters from the Fault in our Stars." he said.

"Pfft, like anyone will know who the fuck that is." Cassidy only knew because she cyberstalked her brothers Tumblr blog so she could make fun of him more. She walked to the register and paid. The bright side of buying a costume last minute? It was 75% off. "Thanks mister!" she said to the man behind the counter with a wink, and strode off to the bathroom. The small stall was rank, and somebody had absolutely decimated the toilet bowl earlier that day and hadn't bothered to clean it up. Ah, the joy's of city living.

The costume fit almost perfectly, except her breasts were just a bit too small. The chest of the bodice hung forward awkwardly. Frowning, Cassidy shoved the shopping bag into the costumes bra cups to fill it out more. It itched, but it would do.

Zach was waiting by the exit, looking depressed as usual. "Do you even know where this Abby girls party is?" he asked.

"Duh, I looked her up on Facebook. I know where her fucking uncle lives." Cassidy said. Opening the door she strode out into Joplin's night and led the way to the party.

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She barely got off of that stage with her life.

Mallory nearly buried her, and if it weren't for Raevlyn, she probably would've been put in the ground with her guitar. She laid awake that night. Her chest twisted in fear and misery. This was nothing like her home before. She didn't have a real best friend, she didn't have a Kandi, someone to rely on.

But this too would pass. She and Mallory didn't cross paths again, and that was that. May spent more time hanging out with Max and his friends, and she still felt kind of like an outsider, but it was better than nothing. Aside from that, she spent most of her time sewing up a Halloween costume of Papa Emeritus... Two. She had been DIY-ing Halloween costumes for years now, mostly to match with Kandi. They'd been Salt and Pepper, PB and J, Frog and Toad, and countless other quirky "couples" costumes.

This one had been far more expensive and more elaborate, and she'd actually been working on it as recently as January. It was a character, the main character of the band Ghost, which was a weird little thing she was really into.

(Of course, this was 2013, long before Ghost acquired a Tumblr fandom and even longer before Mary on a Cross was a TikTok meme.)

She stuffed her costume and facepaint into a bag, gave her father a kiss on the cheek and ran over to Abby's house on-foot. She was behind some other boy -- Joshua, who she vaguely knew, but didn't much talk to. Her father greeted her, and she just nodded, so he'd probably think she was simply very shy. That was fine enough. She gave Joshua a quick wave before the two of them were led further inside.

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Aurelian was going to leave, promise! He was going to walk away and not interact with this fucking weirdo and leave him be and walk away.

He’d learned his lesson from Ren. No more fights. Dante had admonished him well enough to promise that for AT LEAST the next three months he wasn’t going to punch people in their stupid faces no matter HOW MUCH they frustrated him

Yep. No matter how many men grinded on his leg like a stupid fucking dog humping its master, Aurelian was NOT GOING TO PUNCH THE STUPID GAY PEOPLE.

So he was willing to forgive the pale little monster and his stupid jingly hat for hitting him by accident. He wasn’t the biggest fan of mistakes, but hey. It was a crowded club, his personal space was being invaded by five other men (gross). Realistically, there wasn’t much that thing could possibly do to keep from smacking into him.

And also, the sickly creature had given him a M&M that was most definitely laced with some kind of drug. But Aurelian understood the intent. No harm, no foul. He could walk away from that one – and he was going to! With a surprising show of restraint, Aurelian was turning away to gently start elbowing his way out of the club.

And then a glob of spit came from its mouth and landed directly on Aurelian’s face.

A blink.

A hand slowly came up and wiped it off.

“What the fuck did you do that for?” Amber eyes flashing with menace as his voice went low and soft, he’d been trying to leave and retreat, but now he turned back, started shoving people out of the way.

He was going to wring that little freak’s neck.

He was going to bash that fucking weirdo’s head into the bartop.

To be honest, Aurelian didn’t really know what he was gonna do, but he just knew that the edges of his vision were going red with rage.

“Do you want to get your fucking head bashed in, you freak?” Aurelian said, with that same soft menace as he gave the lanky creature a shove. “Huh?”























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Alex Cappelletti.



The funeral home haunted house had immediately captured Alex Cappelletti’s attention, as soon as he saw the rumors about it spreading across social media. On Halloween night, after telling his grandparents that he was heading out with a couple of friends, he pulled on his old pirate costume (adding a touch of zombie makeup for flair), and ventured out onto the cold autumn streets of the city.

Luckily, Alex didn’t live too far from the funeral home. Before he even rounded the corner, he could hear the funeral home lady (funeral director? Owner? Master of the Funerary Arts? Alex didn’t know her exact title) giving her siren call to the unsuspecting youth running past…

"Happy Halloween! Come check out our free haunted house! Enter if you dare!"

Alex did, of course, dare to enter. Nothing could turn him back now, not even a real ghost.

He found Darwin Hooper, one of his classmates in Chemistry, lingering not far inside the doorway. Greeting the guests, Alex supposed… wait, did Darwin actually land a job working this attraction!? When did those applications go up?? God, Alex would’ve sold his one remaining arm to have a job like this… he waved excitedly to his friend until he successfully grabbed the taller boy's gaze.

“Brooo, this place is SICK, dude!” He exclaimed breathlessly, looking Darwin up and down, “Did you put together the look yourself? Totally awesome.” Darwin was dressed as… some sort of weird zombie? Alex didn’t recognize the character, but it was still an incredible outfit. He almost felt a little shabby in comparison, with his old pirate getup from every year since the accident. Clearly, Darwin respected Halloween for the art form that it was. Alex was just a casual participant most years.

“Hey, dude, weird request, but...” Alex leaned in close, glancing side-to-side in case of unwanted onlookers, “...Can I have a guided tour?” It was a bold proposal, asking Darwin to leave his post to accompany some wayward pirate down the halls of the funeral home, but Darwin sure did seem like an expert on this place… besides, Alex wouldn’t be surprised if this joint was haunted for real. "It'll be all good, I promise. I'll even pay you." Alex retrieved a wad of $5 bills out of his pocket with his hook hand, extending them out to Darwin. "Here. Please?"


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Max Berkowitz


Josh accepted Max’s high five, sending a wave of euphoria over the smaller boy. Ever since the hospital, he’d been wondering if he would ever get to reach out for Josh’s hand again. It just felt right, getting to touch him like this…
“Yeah, I’m okay. Yourself?”
Josh’s response to his earlier question almost caught him off-guard.
“Me? I’m fine. I’m great. Thanks.” Max signed back quickly, tripping over his words a bit. He wasn’t about to admit to being nervous about the party; he had to make a good impression in front of his friends if he wanted them to keep inviting him along.

Abigail announced that she was going to go get the last piece of Josh’s costume and ran upstairs, leaving Josh and Max once again alone together. Somehow or another, the two of them always ended up by themselves– at the church, in the hospital, anywhere. It was like they were magnetically attracted to each other, or at least that was how it felt to Max as a dreamy-eyed pining 16-year-old.
Max smiled shyly, offering Josh a seat on the couch while they waited for their friend to return. “Have you ever done anything like this before?” He asked, trying to delicately skirt around the topic of anxiety by projecting. “I’ve been told that Mallory’s parties are really… big.” He pushed his hands wide apart to indicate the sheer scale of what they were dealing with. ”If we get there and you decide you need a break, let me know. I’ll walk you out.”

Then, as if on cue, Abby walked back in holding something behind her back, which she revealed to be a decorative masquerade mask: the perfect thing to upgrade Josh’s wedding suit to a proper Halloween costume.
"Now we're all set to get ready, just waiting on May to show!"
Max, who was sitting on the side of the couch facing the door, could see that May had already arrived, lingering behind Abby in the doorway...
“Oh! She’s already right over– Hi May!” Max waved her over, knowing how it felt to be unsure of how to enter a social situation. May didn’t need to be afraid, though; he was sure that Abby and Josh would be nice to her. Besides, he himself always felt a little more comfortable with May around, seeing as she was the only other one of his friends who was a native speaker of ASL. Especially if the two of them were going to be drinking again, it was going to be important to have a language peer around. “I’m so glad you made it.”

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It was finally Halloween, and even though the holiday was on a Wednesday and there was still school the next day, Mallory wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to throw a massive part, especially since her parents were out of town for the week. Her mother had already decorated the house from top to bottom, so there wasn't much to do aside from putting up some lights and connecting music to the speakers.

As the sun started setting, people started showing up, some had liquor in tow with them, and others had brought friends, either one was alright with Mallory because the more people who showed up, the more of a rep her parties would get of being absolute ragers. The last few finishing touches were setting up the drink/snack table, she made sure that everything was aesthetically pleasing, and the punch was acceptable.

Adding one more bottle of booze to the bowl, she poured herself a cup and began greeting those who were entering her home, at this point, she didn't really care whether her neighbors told her parents or not, it wasn't like they really cared anyways. They knew their daughter threw parties any time they went out of town but never told her not to do so when they would leave.

She carefully judged everyone's costumes as they came in, lowkey wishing that she had given out a dress code because some of the outfits people were wearing were really boring, some almost unrecognizable. That seemed to be her only concern right now, up until the rest of the attendees showed up because there wasn't 100% certainty as to who would be coming.

More and more people began to show, giving the girl a strong feeling of satisfaction, this would probably be the best party of the year, aside from the other parties she had thrown, because nobody could out plan Mallory Hawke. Standing by the snack table, she greeted the people that she thought were the hottest and just gave the smallest amount of acknowledgment to those who weren't.






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Abigail’s excitement as Joshua announced that he had his suit lit up a snuffed candle that was dwindling inside his heart. A wide grin formed upon his face, his eyes twinkling in delight as he watched the girl wave her hands with glee, and a huff of laughter slipping past his lips. Once she was off and out of the room, he turned back towards Max. At the suggestion of sitting down, he responded with a nod and followed the boy; draping his suit over a nearby chair before sitting down. There was almost something about visiting someone’s house that made him reflect on his words, actions and movements. As he sat down, he made sure that he was sitting up straight and respectfully, even though it was just him and Max in the room together.

At Max’s question, Joshua took a long, hard think, his lower lip dropping gradually with every passing moment as if his brain was ticking over like clock gears. “Not like this at all…” he finally responded, signing for the boy. He had already spoken to Max and Abigail in the past about how he had never celebrated any sort of event (Halloween, birthdays, Christmas; the list went on). But upon hearing that Mallory’s parties were big, he could only imagine how intense it may end up being. “I think… the biggest gathering I’ve been to was with my family to a Kingdom Hall in Seattle. And… outside you know… religion... uh… My brother’s weddings usually have about…. Maybe… One hundred people? At each wedding?”

Max’s offer warranted a friendly, warm smile from Joshua and a “Thank you”. In all honesty, he wasn’t too sure how it was all going to go down. As long as he stayed with Max and Abigail, and made sure only to drink lemonade or water, he would be okay, right? As Abby entered the room once again, Joshua automatically arose from his seat out of respect, like a little trained puppy. The sudden reveal of the mask had somewhat startled Joshua for a moment; is that what I think it is? he thought to himself. She placed it into his hands as he silently observed it with great care. Gently, he began to examine every aspect of the mask given to him. Did Abigail really want me to dress up as… that? He questioned himself once more.

He quickly glanced up towards Abigail, preparing himself mentally for how he was planning on asking her such a… question. However, the arrival of May made it practically impossible. He barely knew the other girl and to blurt out such a question on his mind? That would be downright rude and disrespectful. After acknowledging the girl, offering a small head nod and wave, Joshua brought his attention back to the mask in his hands. Surely, Abigail wouldn’t- would she? It was going to keep bugging him if he didn’t ask. And so, he brought his gaze towards the girl who had gifted him the mask to begin with. “Uh… Can I just… real quick?” His words were scattered, struggling to find its path to creating a stable sentence. Joshua pointed to the door, gesturing towards the hallway as if to motion to the girl that he’d like to speak with her privately.

He turned to excuse himself to Max, signing that they’d be back in a moment, before turning to May and excusing himself to her too. Once in the hallway, he looked at Abigail and… well, he was stuck. “I uhh…” His cheeks burst out into scarlet, and he felt like his ears were about to fall off from the intense heat radiating off of them. “Is… Is this an… you know… one of those masks” he managed to wrangle out. Truth be told, it was his parent’s work here once more. The intense training and scare tactics kept the Jones family a tight ship. And while this mask was something so innocent to the common folk, it was stuck in deep, sinful lore within the Jones household. The horror stories associated with such an item; how one would never come to be with Jehovah if they participated in such disgusting acts.

“Is this…” The courage finally found a place within his voice, despite now lowering it down to a whisper. “Is this an orgy mask?”







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It was finally Halloween, Kenzie's favourite day of the year. She was disappointed that it fell midweek, meaning that school was still going to take place tomorrow but a well planned stomach bug could be her ticket out of that, however, that was tomorrow's problem and she refused to let herself think about tomorrow, all she cared about now was getting into her outfit and partying hard. It was also her first night being allowed out without sibling supervision since the cave rave, her siblings had not been impressed with the state she had come home in but really they were more annoyed by the fact that she had taken a police car home instead of a taxi.

It was going off this event that Kenzie had carefully selected her costume, a grin playing on her lips as she looked at the tight orange playsuit hanging up in front of her, it just seemed fitting to dress up as a prisoner given that the last time she was out she had come home in a police car, and worst case scenario at least she was dressed for jail tonight.

Kenzie reached under her bed and pulled out the half bottle of rum, taking a swig before sitting down in front of her mirror to do her makeup. She decided to do a pretty basic look, light foundation, contouring and a smokey eye with her signature winged eyeliner. She took another swig of the rum smiling as the warness crept into her body before putting on her nude lipstick. She leaned back as she looked at her work in the mirror and smiled to herself pleased with her reflection.

Kenzie stood up and moved over to the wardrobe to put on her outfit, the amused smirk playing on her lips as she pulled on the orange playsuit, followed by her netted thigh high stockings and black heels. She clipped the accessory handcuffs onto the belt buckles before standing in front of the mirror again to see her outfit. Pleased with her appearance, Kenzie let her hair down from the bun allowing it to fall straight down her back, she shook her head to give the hair more volume before picking up her bag and leaving the room.

Downstairs Kenzie bumped into her siblings who were also dressed in costume. James immediately laughed upon seeing Kenzie's outfit and shook his head in amusement "Prepared for tonight i see" the laughter still ringing through his voice "Thought id save their laundry and wear my own" she commented with a smirk but the smirk quickly faded as Emmy moved forward and zipped up Kenzie's outfit. The siblings talked for a few moments and after some very stern warnings about Kenzie's behaviour, Kenzie finally was allowed to leave and head towards the party in Mallorys.

Kenzie took a cigarette from her bag and placed it between her lips as she walked, watching as the smoke billowed from her mouth into swirls in the night sky blurring with the cold breath coming from her mouth on the cold crisp night. She definitely should have worn a jacket but it was too late now and she would never admit her sister was right. As Kenzie approached Mallorys house she pulled down the zip of her costume again, and flicked the cigarette onto the pavement. Kenzie hesitated for a moment as she stood looking at Mal's house What if Matteo was here ... or Drew? Kenzie had not seen Drew since the night of her party, that disastrous night, and she wasn't sure if her and Matteo were back on speaking terms yet. Taking a deep breath, Kenzie exhaled as she pushed her shoulder back, exerting confidence into her stature before walking up and into Mallorys house. Her eyes scanned the crowd before landing on the drink bowl and made a beeline towards that needing the alcoholic courage incase either Drew or Matteo was present. As Kenzie reached the table she noticed Mallory and gave her a smile "Great party" she commented as she poured herself a drink before her eyes lifted to look at Mal "Love the outfit"





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Emily enjoyed halloween as much as the next person, maybe a little bit more if she was being honest. Okay she was a massive child when it came to halloween, the spookiness in the air, the costumes, the ghost stories, she'd always loved halloween, a night where everything could be forgotten, what you had or didn't have never mattered on this, the one night of the year where you could be anyone or anything you wanted, a night of freedom from yourself.

She looked at herself once more in the mirror doing a little twirl as she took in her leather pants and black crop top, pleased with her outfit and curly hair. Whilst Sandy may be a cop out look on halloween, no-one could disagree that it was a good look, leather pants were always a win in her book especially when they were tight. She sat down on the bed and put on her red heels before moving in front of the mirror again to apply her bright red lipstick. Her makeup was quite minimal making the lipstick really pop and matching the winged eyeliner she had done.

Emily grabbed her leather jacket before making her way downstairs to see James standing in the kitchen drinking a whiskey. He handed Emily a glass and she smiled taking it from him and taking a sip. They exchanged compliments on each others outfits before planning the night ahead "Right so we're heading straight to the party" Emily confirmed, James nodded in response before their attention was drawn towards Kenzie, accurately dressed as a criminal coming into the kitchen. James immediate reaction was to laugh and Emily had to fight hard to stop herself from doing the same, she was still unimpressed with Kenzie's antics the previous night she was out and was worried what her little sister was going to get up to tonight, it was like she had gone of the rail since breaking up with Drew and they still were no clearer on what happened between them. Emily noticed that Kenzie's top was open and she rolled her eyes before moving forward and zipping the top up for her, a stern look on her face so Kenzie knew not to question it or fight back. After a bit of talking, Emily suddenly turned serious as she warned her sister about her behaviour and how worse the punishment would be this time round if she arrived back in a police car again. Kenzie agreed to behave before leaving for her party.

Emily finished her whiskey and put on her leather jacket to complete the look, now ready to go Emily turned to James with a look that said hurry up. She watched as he finished his drink before the pair left, locking the door behind them and heading towards the club.

 Emily and James arrived at the club as it seemed that the party was only kicking off, Emily grinned as she looked around at the people dressed up, the Halloween buzz putting her into an almost giddy mood "C'mon let's get a drink" Emily suggested before making her way over the bar




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James had no real opinion on halloween, he didnt love it but he didn't dislike it, it was just somewhere in the middle, a neutral day that didn't really pull any excitement out of him. It never had though, not really, even as a child it was just a day where people dressed up, it was fun but if it never happened again he didn't think he would be affected. He looked down at his outfit laid out on the bed and sighed, dressing up was never really his forte but Emily had forced him to buy an outfit her reasoning of How can i make charlie dress up if you don't was a statement that he couldn't really argue with but he still wasn't impressed by it all. At least everyone would be dressed up tonight, at least he hoped they would be. James rubbed the back of his neck as he got lost in his thoughts, wondering what other people would choose to wear tonight and if anyone would even recognise his outfit. As far as he was concerned it was a pretty recognizable look but still he could have a bit of fun if anyone asked what he was "Ahh I can't talk about it sorry its the rule" a rehearsed line that he couldn't wait to say to someone and watch the confusion fill their features as they tried to make sense of his cryptic riddle.

Giving in and deciding the quicker he got changed the quicker he could be drinking, James threw on his Tyler Durden outfit and stepped in front of the mirror as he pulled on the signature red leather jacket and red shades. At least it was a comfy outfit and he didn't have to have any makeup crap on his face. Happy with his outfit, James grabbed his phone and headed downstairs, pouring himself a whiskey as soon as he reached the kitchen and knocking it back before pouring another glass to sip slowly. It wasn't long before Emily came downstairs and James smiled giving a joking whistle as she walked into the kitchen before handing her a glass of whiskey also. "Looking good Sandy, hoping to find your Danny tonight?" he asked in a teasing tone which resulted in a eye roll from Emily and an attempt by her to swat him. "Planning for a fight Tyler" Emily asked to which James smirked "Can't talk about it".

As they were going over the plans for tonight and drinking their whiskey, Kenzie rocked into the kitchen dressed as a criminal. James couldn't help the laugh that fell from his lips as he shook his head amused, She definitely only did this because of the cave rave night. "Prepared for tonight i see" The laugh still present in his tone "Thought id save their laundry and wear my own" Kenzie never failed to amuse James with her antics, now granted he did not enjoy opening the door to find a cop and his baby sister mashed off her face but he knew fair well that he had done worse in his time, at least the cops had found her and she seemed relatively ok, well her brain was like mash potatoes by the time she got home but she wasn't hurt and that was all James cared about.

After a bit of chit chat, Kenzie left and it wasn't long after that, that Emily was rushing James out the door. James finished his whiskey before following Emily out the front door, locking it behind them. He looked around at the kids all dressed up trick or treating, the sound of fireworks being let off from any direction and he smiled to himself okay maybe he DID like halloween... He took a cigarette from his pocket and offered one to Emily as they walked, placing it between his lips as he walked and lit it before giving the lighter to his sister.

The sound of music filled the air as they approached the club and James grinned to himself, maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all. They got in and looked around, James scanned the crowd and frowned to himself unable to recognize anyone present damn the costumes were good this year. Emily suggested a drink and James nodded happily as he followed her to the bar. He ordered two double vodka cokes when they got to the bar and paid when they arrived before the siblings turned to face the crowd "so looking for anyone in particular tonight?"




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Abigail greeted May, excited to have her presence finally, this means that they could all finally get ready for the party, and if everything went smoothly, they would be out the door within the next 10 or so minutes. "I'm so glad you could make it!" A grin smeared across her face while standing at an angle so Max could see her hands as she signed.

It took a moment, but Josh finally spoke up and asked her if they could talk outside the room, it was more gesturing than verbally requesting though. "Sure!" She says, moving her index finger away from her smiling mouth, but there was a slight bit of worry about what he wanted to talk about. Was he going to back out? Did he hate the costume idea? Surely she was just overthinking the situation at hand.

Following suit of the boy, she excuses herself to Max and May, escorting herself out of the room behind Josh. She quietly closes the door behind her, and looks up at him, making eye contact to show that he had her full undivided attention. He finally whispered to her, "Is this... is this an orgy mask?"

A what???

Honestly, Abigail didn't know what her parents did in their free time with the mask, but she did know the original purpose of it, so the question of it being an ORGY mask made her have to hold back laughter. She tried to stifle it, but after failing multiple times, she broke out in laughter, immediately apologizing to Josh in between gasps for air.

This poor thing was so sheltered, so a part of her felt bad for laughing so hard, but there was no way of preventing that with such an outrageous comment, "No, no, no," She starts, finally starting to get her words out instead of laughing like she was at a comedy show. "You’re actually adorable. It's a masquerade mask, they were originally worn to balls, but now people just wear them wherever, really."

Glancing up at the clock down the hall, she noticed the time, they were all going to have to rush in order to get back on schedule, so she stuck her pink out to Josh, "I promise you, this wasn't used in any orgies." She linked her pinky around his, giving him her full promise of the truth, at least the truth as far as she knew.

Leading the two back into the room, she claps her hands together, a smile spread across her face once more, "We have to get ready, so Josh and Max, you two can get dressed in here, while May and I go to my room to get dressed!" Abigail's hands tried to stay at a steady pace, but the excitement couldn't be contained, so it ended up looking exactly how she was speaking, extremely fast.

Walking back over to the door, she stands next to it, waiting for May to be behind her so that the two could finally get ready for the evening. Time was of the essence because it was beginning to get dark, and that's when parties typically get to the best parts.





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Faye sat on her bed looking at the many boxes still waiting to be unpacked as she sipped on her wine, sighing as she allowed her body to fall back slightly so to lean against the wall. She wished her mother was here to do this for her, unpack her stuff and make it all nice, but she couldn't.. the whole point of this was for Faye to remove herself from her parents, to prove a point, although she was certain that they hadn't even realised that Faye had moved out. It's not like they took much notice of her when she was living at home anyway.

Deciding once again that the boxes were a "tomorrow problem" like she had done everyday since she moved here almost a month ago, Faye sat up and moved towards her mirror to do her makeup for tonight. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, having made no friends since arriving but nights like tonight were the best times to make them and regardless she'd have fun tonight, "All you need is Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust" she laughed to herself "Or alcohol and bags of dust" Faye cheers'd herself in the mirror, laughing at her own comments, okay maybe the wine had started to go to her head, ah well. Faye finished her makeup and looked at herself in the mirror with a smile on her face as she put on her lipstick. She let her hair out of the ponytale it had been in and shook it out, allowing the curls to fall down her back and over her shoulders. She thought for a moment about straightening it before deciding to leave it curly, feeling it would go better with her outfit.

Once happy with her hair and makeup, Faye moved over to her wardrobe and took out the outfit for the night. She pulled on the black mini skirt and black and red long sleeve top before moving over to look in her mirror. She bit her lip in thought as she stared at herself, something was missing but what was it? a thought suddenly crossed her mind and her eyes lit up as she ran to the kitchen to grab the scissors, moving back to stand in front of the mirror as she grabbed the top and held it out from her body, she wasnt sure if this was a good idea but the costume needed it and so without giving herself much time to think about it, Faye cut of the bottom of the top from just below her bra, making sure the cut was jagged and uneven, which to be honest didn't take much work as her hands were already a bit shaky and cutting anything from this angle was never easy. Allowing the cut top to fall to the floor, Faye then cut two slits around the top of her shirt hoping to make it look like slashes. Finished with the scissors she dropped them on the bed before sitting down to pull on her thigh high black boots.

Faye stood up again and looked herself over in the mirror, a smile lighting up her face as she took in her appearance, she had done well, if she did say so herself, She placed the brown fedora on her head, moving her hair so some strands fell down over the front of her shoulders. Still unsure on what to do tonight, Faye finished her glass of wine and grabbed her bag before leaving the apartment and aimlessly wandering through the streets. The smell of burning firewood filled the air and the sound of fireworks could be heard from every direction, followed immediately by splashes of colour against the dark autumn sky overhead. She smiled to herself as a group of children ran past excitedly, all dressed up in scary witch and ghost costumes. She missed that age, life was a lot simpler back then.

Faye suddenly found herself in front of the funeral parlor and watched with a raised eyebrow as people of all ages dressed up were going in. It suddenly dawned on her that this was the haunted house she had overheard people talking about and smirked Haunted house in a funeral parlor was a pretty genius idea she had to admit. Thinking about going in, Faye moved down the street a little to where it was a bit quieter as she took a cigarette out of her bag and placed it to her lips. She leaned back against the fence behind her as she thought about what to do Funeral home or party ... funeral home then party? they were good options just neither were particularly fun by oneself.



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