ARE YOU ALONE?

Was that [JACK KILMER]? Oh no no, that was just [RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [HARRY POTTER]. They are [TWENTY-TWO] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

Was that [WANG YIBO]? Oh no no, that was just [ZUKO], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER]. They are [TWENTY-ONE] years old and [ARE NOT] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

tatum didn’t fully see him until she was nearly falling over his feet, catching herself on his shins as she pushed herself back up, his voice hitting her ears as her gaze met his. “are you– are you fucking kidding me?” her own leg shot out, kicking at his. “why the fuck would i wanna come to one of your parties, stu? you wanna lock me in a garage again?” she huffed, arms crossing over her chest. “come on, what is it? another big murder party or what?” she wasn’t going to get lulled into the same false sense of security that she did with billy, not letting herself fall for any tricks again, anger clear in her expression waiting to see what stu might have to say to talk around this. 

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His eyes don’t deceive him, but he barely moves from his position, a groan leaving his lips. “C’mon, Taty baby, that wasn’t even me! I busy hosting. You know I could never do that to ya, beautiful.” This was a lie, but there was no reason to hold onto the past. Sure, he probably would’ve felt more... not guilt per say but certainly something when killing Tatum, they’d spent a lot of time together, they were close. She was fun while what they had lasted. “It’s not a murder party!” He says exasperated, “How come no one wants to remember all the bangers I threw before the murder party?” He says before adding, slightly under his breath. “Besides, people around here seem annoyingly hard to kill.”

Billy was still trying to find some balance. Being here without Stu, knowing he was alive again and no idea where his best friend was remained incredibly hard.  Sam was here and that was good because of the bond he was trying to build with his daughter. Trying to behave to have some sort of bond with his own kid. Luckily he had managed to steer clear of Sidney, Tatum, Randy and Jill’s friend so it was easier to just live his life. He was lucky he had met Jill because at least the two of them could talk about the difficulties. If he ever did see Stu that would have to be a conversation about his daughter… He had been in his own little world. Letting everything run through his mind. He was mid texting Elara when he suddenly tripped over someone’s feet. It was very much his fault but he was still quite easy to anger and turned to glare at the other. “Stu?”

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“seriously?!” randy mumbled to himself as he nearly tripped over someone’s feet. rolling his eyes at the other’s question, he was more expecting an apology or something. it’s the least they could do. turning around to face the guy, randy froze, not expecting him to sit there. “yeah, because your last one was such a killer. no thanks. don’t feel like taking part of another bloodbath.”

Stu rolled his eyes, an easy shrug on his shoulders. “Don’t be such a little bitch, Randy, they’re all alive now, aren’t they?” He says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, as if this fact somehow cleanses the sins of that night at his house what was now, at least to him, years ago. “What’s with the people around here acting like death is the worst thing ever? Most of these motherfuckers died and came back from what I’ve gathered, so really, dying can’t be that scary. Pretty sure I did it myself, actually.” He says, a tone of subtle appreciation. “So why not party? You gotta come it’s semi-annual.” 

astrid was walking home from her shift at the french bistro where she’d recently started working, her hostess apron still spread ugly across her hips. mind irritated and preoccupied by the last rude patron she’d encountered that afternoon, she hardly noticed the man situated on the bench until her ankle made contact with his outstretched feet. before she had a moment to tell him off, he asked a question that made zero sense.  “i don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,”  she huffed, eyes boring into him.  “but i can assure you, i’m not interested in your shindig.”  for a moment, astrid thought maybe he was trying to do a clever play on words, but she quickly waved it off. that was giving him too much credit. 

“Oh, feisty.” He says appreciatively with a flourish of a hand motion signaling a claw through the air. He liked ‘em feisty. He sat up straight, pulling his legs out of the walkway and putting his chin on his palms as he leaned towards his newest unwitting companion. “C’mon now, I throw the spiciest gigs in town, ask anyone.” ‘Anyone’ was a broad term for something that actually described very few people, most of which are either dead or reanimated walking and talking around Washington D.C., and he wouldn’t really go out on a limb and say those people would vouch for him exactly. Regardless, he always had fun at his parties and really, that was all that mattered. “Buuuut, they’d be more fun with you there.”

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.｡.:*☆ “You…. you are seeing them as well! Right?” Lately, Klaus had been trying his best to stay sober. To keep his head clear. Because the situation was overwhelming enough as it was already. But, since then, it felt like the spirits had started to follow him around again.

“I mean those kids.” Making a grimace, Klaus pointed towards the other end of the street. It was a pair of three, from what he could see. A girl and two boys. And, they were either wearing some very scary Halloween costumes - a little too early for his own taste - or they were, well, dead. and staring at him all the time. As if it would be his fault. “You know, I mean…. can you just tell them to go away? Please?”

Stu, who’s rarely been known for minding his own business, was actually minding his own business for once, but he was a pariah for weirdos so of course he got pulled into a conversation with one. His head immediately swiveled to look where the other was motioning and he let out a scoff of a laugh. “Oh, c’mon, they aren’t even scary... they look kinda cool, actually.” He said off-handedly, turning back to the stranger, eyes searching his face for a moment before he laughs again, this time a little louder, with more meaning.

Was that [MATTHEW LILLARD]? Oh no no, that was just [STU MACHER], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [SCREAM]. They are [TWENTY-SIX] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.