This... suddenly got incredibly weird! Kanon wanted to participate in Halloween events and festivities, but now no one can take off their costumes. Does that mean her wings actually work? Can she fly?! She’d rather not think about that right now. She might be a little anxious... and afraid... but that’s okay! She’ll have fun! She wants to try! No use in going if she’s just going to be scared and talk to no one.

So, with a confident nod, she decides to walk over to the festival! At least, that’s what she was doing. She took a wrong turn somehow, and now she finds herself lost. Again. Ahh, this always happens, even at the worst times... it’s incredibly frustrating. Her eyes dart around the area, not recognizing anything due to it being night time. It being dark makes her nerves even worse, but she soon spots someone nearby. Maybe they can help! Even if talking to strangers is something she isn’t used to yet-- she needs any help she can get.

Kanon quickly walks up to the person, trying to get their attention.

“U-Um, excuse me! Do you know where the festival is?”

@swimprize sent: 😴

drabble dream meme - closed!

❝I should have told Lord Nagamasa how much he meant to me. Why did Ichi hesitate?❞ Oichi buries her face in her hands as she slides down against the wall, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. Natsuya is too busy boarding up the windows to pay her any attention so Shinsou takes it upon himself to calm her down.

❝You gotta stay alert right now.❞ He kneels down next to her, squeezing her shoulder gently.  ❝If you don’t make it out of this alive, then your boyfriend’s death would have been in vain.❞

For some reason, that just causes Oichi to cry even harder much to his surprise. That’s weird. If he were in her place, that would have made him feel better. 

❝Hitoshi! I kinda need your help here, buddy!❞ Natsuya calls out to him, naturally taking the role of the leader. Shinsou knows better than to argue with that. He casts one final glance at their weeping friend before standing up to help the brunet board up the cabin. Why did they have to take that damn shortcut just because some unhygienic old man from the gas station told them to? 

He should have known better. He’s watched enough horror movies to notice whether or not he’s living in one. Thanks to his negligence, their friends have died in the hands of a chainsaw-wielding maniac. Hawks, Nagamasa, Lucianna, and Nicolette are gone and that will forever be blood on his hands. Now that’s a thought that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

He could really use some weed right now. Except, Natsuya had already used his bong to smash it over the killer’s head right before they found temporary solace in this abandoned cabin.

❝Do you think he’s still out there?❞ Natsuya asks him as he tries to peek through the gaps between the boards. 

❝He survived an arrow to the head. I’m pretty sure a bong wouldn’t be enough to kill him.❞

❝Damn it!❞ Natsuya smashes his hand on the wall before pulling away from the windows. ❝We need a plan. The kind of plan that leaves all of us making it out of this alive, not just Oichi.❞

Shinsou’s brows pinch in a confused frown. ❝Not just Oichi? What do you mean by that?❞

A fleeting look of hesitation passes by Natsuya’s face. But just as he’s about to speak up, a loud THUMP! hits the door and they all jump at the noise. They hear the familiar growling of the killer from outside and Oichi screams as she presses her hands over her ears. 

❝Shinsou, listen!❞ Natsuya grabs Shinsou by the shoulders, turning him around to face him. ❝When that thing gets in here, we’ll be the first ones to die! Oichi is The Final Girl.❞

❝W-What the hell are you talking about?!❞

❝Think about it! We’re all archetypes of a classic slasher film! Lucianna is The Non-Believer.  Nagamasa is The Nerd. Nicolette is The Cheerleader. Hawks is The Slut. You’re The Stoner. I’m The Alpha Male. And Oichi is—❞

The loud rumbling sound of a chainsaw cracks the air and the two boys look back to find Oichi back on her feet with a chainsaw in her hands. Her tear-stained face that was once filled with agony is now glaring with determination. She flips her dark hair over her shoulder and nods at them. 

❝Go hide somewhere. I got this.❞ She says, her voice smooth and confident.

Natsuya and Shinsou look at each other in awe.

❝The Final Girl.❞ They say together.

If Oichi manages to win this fight, then they could break the slasher film barriers. The Alpha Male and The Stoner don’t necessarily have to die. All they could do now is put a hundred percent of their trust in her. Just as they realize this, the killer finally slams through the door and waves his chainsaw over his head.

Oichi directs her own chainsaw right at him. ❝I’m over here, you bastard! This is between you and me!❞

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

@tremblinglycoris

for @tremblinglycoris from random number starter call - no longer accepting.

It’s his day off and Ango find himself staring at the empty wall of his room in daze. There’s nothing he can do to fill in the silence or distract himself from the looming boredom as he’s finished his entire workload he brought home; not that there was a lot of it. The lack of anything substantial for him to occupy his mind on unnerves him, sending uncomfortable jitters to his legs. 

Gritting his teeth in annoyance, he decides he’ll take a walk around instead. Half an hour later he finds himself in a small tea shop, almost failing to spot the hidden place after walking aimlessly around the unfamiliar area. He’s come this far and he briefly wonders if he’ll remember his way back to his own apartment building as he reads the tea shop’s sign, Jazzmine Societea. 

‘Ohh, puns. Lovely.’ 

Deciding a cup of nicely brewed tea would be perfect for the current weather of that afternoon, the raven haired male steps into the small shop. Breathing in the scent of the shop, he decides maybe taking occasional walks around this new place isn’t so bad even if he remembers almost nothing about himself. His eyes are glued to the menu, thinking which blend of tea he should try. After finding his choice and paying for his order, he goes to look for an empty seat when he realizes that he didn’t check whether there was an available space or not when he entered. 

The cashier calls him for his order and Ango murmurs his thank you to them. He should’ve ordered this to go, he muses silently. There are some open seats inside the shop, but it’s unclear if the persons already sitting there are waiting for someone or not and he’d hate to intrude them. Not having much choice, the bespectacled man decides to ask the closest person who’s sitting alone in her table.

She’s been crying for a while now, Shinsou observes as he eyes the dark-haired woman who has been sobbing and staring at a spilled bowl of frozen yogurt for who knows how long. Passersby have been giving her odd looks but it doesn’t seem like the woman is aware of the attention she’s drawing in. Surely a spilled frozen dessert is not worth breaking down over, is it?

Shinsou knows that he should mind his own business. Especially since the lady doesn’t look right in the head. But it doesn’t feel right to just walk by and pretend he didn’t just see someone who is in desperate need of comfort and reassurance. A hero wouldn’t ignore someone in need after all. 

With that in mind, Shinsou disregards his plans for the day and approaches the stranger.

[Meme]

          IT WAS LATE; FAR LATER THAN HE USUALLY WAS OUT. He’d stayed out wondering about the location within Ristretto, he’s been unable to have any sort of good sleep. Not to say that such a thing was new, hardly. He can remember the dreams clearly like it only happened yesterday. Stumbling onto the marble flooring, heavy breathing and then the utter fear that he had when he had entered the room only to see... ( Only then, did he shook the thoughts out of his head. ) He had to stop thinking such thoughts, it only did worse than more he had thought about it. The moon was high in the sky, milky and bulbous as an egg yolk. 

          WHILE HE CAN ADMIT THAT KOI WAS A BEAUTIFUL CITY, it was still a city and posed the dangers of one. He was on high alert, all the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Sandalphon could swear he was being watched, and it made him feel vastly uncomfortable and that feeling didn’t abate as he kept on walking more, and more away from the building that had once people in them. He may have not been defenseless whatsoever, yet, it did not make the experience any less nerve-wracking. A sigh of frustration escaped as he stopped midway, ruby orbs narrowing taking a glance over towards the person who stands behind him.

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