#castletown.event02

Rushing past every ghost that looked like his supposed past co-workers, he makes his way to one of the many bedrooms along the second floor. Before he could lock himself in there, he spots someone running towards him, screaming for him to keep the door open to which he easily complies with one of his hands outstretched to reach for the other. Once he holds their hand and pulls them in, he immediately shuts the door and let’s out a heavy sigh of relief. 

As soon as the lights went off, Papyrus already knew that things weren’t going to go well soon after. I mean, that’s what happens in horror movies, right? Lights go off during Halloween, ghouls and other creepy things start to come out and play— it’s the perfect set-up. Whoever planned this sure was a mastermind, and Papyrus was all kinds of impressed. 

But now wasn’t the time to be impressed; now was the time for action. 

“ WHATEVER FOUL FIEND DARES TO COME AND ATTACK THE INNOCENT PEOPLE WHO ATTENDED THIS PARTY WILL HAVE TO FACE ME, THE GREAT PAPYRUS! “ He yells out, not even realising he had blown his cover just like that. (Not that it was hard to figure out due to his voice.) 

However, all his bravery somehow manages to disappear the moment he is faced with an apparition in the form of a... skeleton? Some part of him knows who this is— and another part knows that it’s him. But that can’t be. Well, no, he DOES have a human skeleton, but this one wore clothes as though they had been a skeleton all their life. Backing away out of sheer fear, Papyrus finds himself bumping against someone in the dark; someone human this time. It causes every sense of fright and dread that filled him to dissipate, getting him into some protective stance afterwards as he faces more ghosts that took the form of various unknown creatures that felt more FRIEND than FOE. 

The lights go off and suddenly, Jeremy’s bat is raised up real high and his heart rate goes along with it. Everyone knew just how much of a goof he could be in almost every situation— but when it came to things like this? He always had this overwhelming need to protect those he cares about; his... teammates? Where did that word come from? Ugh, no matter. Something is coming and you bet your ass he is ready for whatever it is.

...Or, that’s what he thinks.

The ghost that appears to him at first is a large man with a machine gun. This machine gun was fucking huge and yet this guy held it like it was nothing. It was intimidating to say the least but it didn’t manage to scare Jeremy despite him getting flashes of familiarity from the figure. 

“ Ya gunna shoot me with a ghost bullet or somethin’, bro? Then hit me with your best shot! “ He challenges, confidence in his voice as well as his swing.  The apparition doesn’t respond at first but soon enough it begins shooting right at him, the bullets just phasing through him as expected. It would have made Jeremy laugh, but for some odd reason— he KNEW how it felt to have bullets go through him like that. There were no bullet wounds or any sort of bleeding to be found, but it felt like there was and he has no idea why or how. Fear started to overcome him and his breathing begins to shorten as he spins around to maybe run the other way— to which he is then suddenly faced with himself, guts hanging out of him and blood dribbling down his mouth. It causes him to fall back with a scream, tears filling the corners of his eyes while he does his best to back away from the terrifying vision.

It doesn’t take much time for Jeremy to find Aroma. He would brag about it being their spiritual connection or zodiac sign compatibility, but it was really just because they both sent each other pictures of their outfits on snapchat. Then again, nobody knows about that so maybe he can go with his original plan to brag about it.  Strutting over to where she stood by the punch bowl, he does his best to squeeze past a bunch of the partygoers before inevitably yelling at one of them as they aggressively bumped into him. It wasn’t their fault but Jeremy was a ticking time bomb often times. 

“ Nice chicken costume, dude! “ Jeremy exclaims once he finally arrives by her side, his bat now being used like a cane as he leans most of his weight on it. “ Suits ya a whole lot more than what I suggested at first. “ He initially suggested a diaper and a rattle so... yeah. “ But seriously, goin’ as a chicken is— “