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Ben wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting from a party thrown by the Rascals. Working at the club sure lent itself to grand ideas of beer kegs and old leather dads, but the decrepit asylum they’d wound up at made him reconsider not wearing real pants. It looked like something that Jesse dreamt up, or maybe something that dreamt up Jesse. Ben’s eyes lingered on the old, broken down sign directing them towards a hospital ward and deeply pondered his theory. Where did Jesse go anyway?

“My god, this place looks like a nightmare. I love it,” Miranda squealed, giving Ben’s elbow a squeeze. Flanked by both Bubbles and Buttercup, Ben and his slew of busty babes were easily the most colourful (and naked) things among the slow pour of skeptical party-goers.

Kelly looked far less impressed as she stepped over broken glass and nudged Ben’s foot out of the way as he tromped through the place like a graceless golem. “It definitely has character. Hey M, did you bring the stuff?”

“Obviously, where’s Ben gonna put it? In his ass?” Miranda and Kelly exchanged looks across the expanse of Ben’s chest before passing out a stash of what looked like bubble gum from her purse. She poured a pile of pink squares into Ben’s hands, stuffing a couple of them into the tiny, useless pockets cut into his little lycra shorts.  “You’re gonna need a lot. I know you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ben scrunched his face as Kelly packed a piece of gum into his mouth and turned his cap backwards. 

“You’re going to lose them all is what she means,” Kelly explained politely, although they all knew what she meant was that he was going to give them all away either by hand or by mouth. “Don’t eat them all at the same time, Ben. I don’t want last year happening again.”

Ben smacked his gum, already distracted by the speckling of people coming in through their entrance. “Don’t worry, I taped my shorts on this year,” he told her absently as he tipped his chin up over her blonde pig tails and hollered at no one in particular before impulsively throwing a handful of bubblegum into the crowd. “Happy Halloween, you guys!” 

Though Evanessence had had a few drinks, all sense of insobriety was forcefully pushed away, as she kicked her senses into overdrive. She was a second-in-command, damn it, and the townsfolk needed to be saved. A brief moment of processing was all it needed, before she began to yell amidst the screams, telling people to get out, before realising that at least half of these party-goers were either drunk or high.  

The brunette was tottering in her stilettos heels, trying her best to run around (or fast walk, for that matter), and look for those who needed help amidst the inferno that was the Asylum.

He was in the chapel reading graffiti, googling the names on his phone to try and figure out the who’s-who of “for a good time” notes from generations past. If somebody’s grandmother had been called out as a slut he wanted to know who he should notify about it. 

Hearing a noise behind him, he turned to make sure it wasn’t an angry specter. “Nice costume.” He stepped out from behind a splintered pew. “Did your mom sew it for you?”

Alice had been exploring the venue on her own for a while now, seeing the familiar faces in the town here and there, but not quite striking up conversation with anyone. She supposed she wanted to get her bearings first. Before she started drinking properly. Properly meaning that her first bottle of beer was in her hand but only a few sips had been taken.

Wandering about the clinic, she could hear the thud of the music echoing around the halls, and the murmering of people's voices doing similar. It was a good choice of venue, she thought to herself. It was incredibly eerie especially wandering about alone. She'd realised it was a good turn out not long before she entered the room she was in. The entire hospital was scattered with old equipment funnily enough a little similar to the ancient equipment in the clinic in town.

Due to the recent rash of homicides, this year’s Fall Fest has been cancelled by the Mayor’s Office. Parents are encouraged to take their children out trick-or-treating before sunset and all parties are strongly advised to keep their wits about them this year (i.e. do not get blackout drunk and torch your closest relationships, as is customary Halloween tradition in Muddy Waters). 

But if there’s one thing that the people of this town excel at, it’s ignoring the monsters that lurk under their own beds-- even when it’s something as obvious as a serial killer cloaked in their midst. Word has traveled quickly of the news that a suspect was in police custody, and every law enforcement official has been advised to remain vigilant for any suspicious activity.

Undeterred by the public advisory, the Northside Rascals are throwing their own bootleg Fright Night in a condemned building outside of town, news of the plan traveling fast by word of mouth. 

Location:

This year’s Fright Night is being held in The Lakewood Asylum, an abandoned psychiatric hospital outside of town. Shut down in the 1900s, the hospital is nestled deep in the woods and at the edge of an untended, manmade lake. The building itself was condemned years ago but that didn’t stop the Northside Rascals from tearing down the gate that warned against trespassing. There was little need to decorate for the holiday, the hospital every bit as old and dangerous as it appears. Anyone with a strong sense of self-preservation would know to stay away, but the free-flowing alcohol and drugs being passed around the party should help to ward off any pesky inhibitions.

Swamp - Once a well-kept lake that featured a fountain and ducks, the area downhill from the hospital is little more than a scummy bog now. 

Chapel - Easily the most defaced portion of the building, every surface of the chapel has been carved up or marked by vandals.

Auditorium - Where doctors could once attend live surgeries, demonstrations, and experiments on the many patients of the Asylum. For decades, the hospital maintained this practice until a relative of a patient noticed the increasing body count.

Clinic - The most chilling part of the hospital-- literally. As the largest wing of the Asylum, don’t be surprised by the distinct drop in temperature.

Top floor restricted - Caution tape has been haphazardly draped over the two staircases leading to the third floor. 

Event starts at 4:00PM EST.

It didn’t appear than anyone was around, though it was dark and anyone could be lurking in the chairs. Regardless, Bodhi climbed upon onto of the bed, standing up looking over the chairs that spanned out before him. It was Halloween and that candy was starting to kick in, as Bodhi began to move his feet to a beat that began to ring in his head. Some would say he was a natural born performer from his gigs at Generals, but this wasn’t his usual. “Now I have a story that i’d like to tell. About this guy you all know him, had me scared as hell. He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed. He’s burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred! He wears the same hat and sweater every single day, and even if it’s hot outside he wears it anyway.” he began to rap, total engrossed in this weird trip.

And though Evanessence was already a rare sight to miss in her Electra Heart pink ensemble, the second-in-command made an unconscious decision to stand out all the more, as she moved around the Asylum, room to room, coaxing people into drinking more and more. The locals deserved a bloody good night. 

Spotting someone without a drink on hand, Evanessence immediately walked over, leaning in as she whispered in the person’s ear with a delicate purr, “If you’re not going to have fun, then why bother coming? At least have a drink and lighten up.” Tonight, she was the devil in angel's fluffy pink clothing.