#accursedhallowsstarter

emma looked around the street, scared. she had no idea where she was. everything looked empty but it looked like a town. she was confused. where was the forrest? purgatory? the monsters?

it was safe to say that ben was rather thrown off guard. it almost felt like a vivid dream with how he couldn’t remember how he even got to this strange town. he knew it had something mystical to do with it but he’s not one to lose his cool so quickly. but... where does he start? ben looked around the street, the look of it was rather normal so far. his eyes caught a local bar across the street, and so his regular and slightly alcoholic instincts lead him there. he sighed, his eyes wandering around the place in a hesitant way as he sat by the bar counter. “hey, you don’t seem to know if there’s a motel in this weird-ass town huh?” he asked a person that sat near-by.

For about a week now Hope felt like something was off. She didn’t know why, or what was causing her to feel this way, but she couldn’t shake the feeling. She had eventually decided it was due to being paranoid. She had started using dark magic a little while ago, in hopes to grow stronger. She was in control of it though, or so she thought. The tribrid decided to and clear her head. Running and turning into her wolf form had been helping, but she was going to try a different way today. She set up some art supplies by a small pound. It had been too long since she painted anything. Dipping her paint brush she got to work.

Stefan was unbelievably confused. He was back from the dead, yes. That unless this was some type of conflicted hell... but for the about half an hour he was wandering around town, things seemed... normal? He had no clue how much time has passed or how the hell he simply reappeared in Mystic Falls as if nothing happened, but he was sure as hell going to find out. He walked into the Mystic Grill, hoping to spot at least one person he could recognize. “I don’t think... I’ve ever seen this place so crowded in my life...” He said to himself, taking a seat at one of the very few available tables. Weirdly, he felt his head spinning. He furrowed his eyebrows, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to recall the last thing he remembers. “I can’t be here... It’s not possible...”