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Anna had spent weeks putting together the perfect costume. The yellow plaid blazer and matching skirt complete with the blonde wig had proven a little more difficult to find than she had thought, but after spending the duration of her time holed up in her small apartment catching up on pop culture icons nothing had been more appealing to her than being a normal teenage girl for a night - a luxury she had never been afforded. It was a little overwhelming to know nobody after growing up in a place where everybody knows your name, but she was determined to make the most of it. She sat, eyes furrowed in concentration as she carved a crooked smile into her Jack-O'-Lantern. The silly face reminded her of something, although she couldn't place her finger on what. She eyed the work of the person next to her, her mouth opening in surprise. "I love your pumpkin!" She turned her own harshly carved pumpkin to face them for show. "Seems you're a bit better at this than I am."

vanessa didn’t like the idea of halloween, it was all incredibly boring to her. she celebrated the holiday how any normal person would, a drink in hand and scaring the shit out of all the scaredy cats she could. if you looked up the definition of wicked, her name would definitely come up. 

she hated the stench of children near her luxurious apartment, so it made sense for the brunette to celebrate the holiday elsewhere, somewhere she knew there wouldn’t be kids. she had heard of the evil queen’s supposed curse on the town and she had no fear, she knew that the queen would have done nothing to harm her lifelong friend. those two women were practically two peas in a pod from the moment vanessa had first stepped foot in los santos, always causing chaos together whenever they could. she wondered where her friend had been right now, but she knew it must have been something important if she hadn’t showed up to their usual halloween celebration of scaring others.

hiding behind one of the many corn maze holes where no one could see her, the young woman waited for her first victim to turn the corner. “ah!” she called out, her hands grabbing onto the person from behind as she stumbled into a fit of laughter afterwards. “oh, you should have seen your face, it was fucking priceless! you looked like you were about to soil your pants, dude! god, i love halloween.” she admitted, a small smirk appearing on her lips as a result.

bo had always been a fan of halloween, she had always loved the idea of dressing up, and the free candy also helped. she knew she was getting a little old for dress up, but it was nice to be able to spend time with her family without others judging her for doing so. 

she was definitely having the time of her life for sure, but good things can only stay good for so long it seems. her biggest fear had always been turning back into the  anthropomorphic toy she grew up as all her life until she moved to los santos, a sacrifice she had to make in order to become fully human that she still doesn’t like speaking about to this day. she felt herself shrink down to the size she once was and it felt like something straight out of a nightmare, still dressed to the nines in her hippie costume, she looked like a more sophisticated version of her old model. “what the actual fuck?” she tries to get herself to wake up from this horrid dream by pinching herself. opening her eyes, she looks around her surroundings and is still the toy she used to be. she’s running out of options, which in turn causes the blonde to the prizes table by the ring toss booth, something she was all too familiar with, and tries capturing the attention of the first passerby she sees.

“help, help, someone help me please!” she calls out to the first person she sees, waving her hands up in the air, but she is unable to capture the other’s attention. that’s when she grabs a megaphone from the man running the booth and shouts into it. “i’m down here, please help me, i don’t know what’s happening.”

As the stranger approaches, Ez shifts as if to block them. “Sorry, no one’s allowed in right now. Boss’ orders.”

“I’m not scared,” Terra claimed indignantly with her hands on her waist and her face tilted upwards to show a false sense of confidence. “I don’t get scared of things like this.” In reality, she was scared - places like these always gave her the heebie jeebies, especially when she was a child or a teen. Usually, her parents didn’t provide her the comfort that she craved in times like these, so she had to force a brave face and a confident tone. “Don’t tell me that you’re scared, are you?” The blonde turned to the person next to her with a small smile spreading across her face. “If not, I can truly give you a fright.” 

It was never a bad idea to have a drink or two (or five) before work started, alcohol made Anastasia more fun and flirty, which resulted in a better surplus of tips. Lady Tremaine and Drizella would never approve of the work that Anastasia did, so she always claimed that she was with an eligible bachelor, buying her clothes and jewelry, taking her on fine dates, and spoiling her with anything else that she could possibly want. In reality, that was the furthest from the truth. Anastasia was a stripper four nights out of her week, the money was too difficult to give up. 

Yes, Anastasia would be described as a little clumsy and not exactly graceful, but many men had a type and she would take that as far as it could take her. As flaming red har was a fault in Anastasia’s high school days, it was now an asset and one of the main contributors to a successful night. After she ordered the fourth shot at the sitting bar top, she turned towards the person sitting next to her with a smile. “You better be happy that you’re catching me tipsy as I’m not usually this generous. Do you want something? My treat.” 

Maleficent finally emerged from her office out long past sunset, as usual. That was when the city really came alive. Her connections with the black market made that inside was safer during the day, to play the facade of the business woman her father created her to be. Once the light was gone in Los Santos was when her real job began and she wasn’t playing solely to appearances. She made her way through the hoards surrounding the night market, being sure to make note of anyone she’d recognized from the underground. That’s when she locked eyes with someone after they abruptly stopped in front of her. “Are you just going to stand there or do you have other functions?”