It is *perfectly* natural to feel scared.

[vocalonightmare]

[When you wake up this morning, it is still dark out. At first you question the time, but all your clocks tell you that the sun should be up. Perhaps it's simply overcast? But when you look out your window, you find that this is not the case.
Instead, it would appear that entire Dressing Room has been transformed while you were sleeping. There is no longer a sun, only a starch white, lonely, full moon that is occasionally covered by storm clouds that rumble and light up with barely contained electricity every now and again. Meanwhile the buildings, while remaining the same on the inside, all look gothic in architecture and dark in color; though almost all of them have brightly glowing jack-o-lanters outside them, wearing sinister grins. In fact, all the buildings seem to have Halloween decorations outside of them. Skeletons, graves, and giant spiders now litter the city...all of which turn out to be far less fake than they seemed when you were peering out your window, once you at last wander outside to satisfy your growing curiosity.
Venturing out you can now see the impossibly sized arachnids moving about their gigantic webs that stretch across entire alleyways, their hundreds of eyes gleaming as they watch you hungrily. You now notice that the pumpkins that appeared harmless change not only the color of the lights glowing within them, but their expressions as well...and the skeletons. You are almost certain that you have noticed the skeletons moving out of the corner of your eyes, and thus you try to always look directly at them as you pass.
But the scenery isn't all that's taken an ominous turn. The once cheerful sound of the birds has been replaced with the sporadic calls of crows and vultures, along with the distant shrieks and howls from creatures unknown. You begin to question your decision to head out into this new, more menacing dressing room, and attempt to head home; but you're lost. Somehow, you've gotten turned around; and now you feel as if there are many eyes upon you.

You keep going.

Surely, home must be around here somewhere. Surely.

But instead of the comforting embrace of home, your path only leads you down darker and darker roads. Roads where actual bodies hang from the dead and gnarled tree branches. Roads filled with the horrid smell of decaying flesh, where random blood stains and unclaimed body parts litter the sidewalk. You start to run, you must get out of here. You must find somewhere safe.
Then, in the distance, on the top of a hill, you spot it. A black castle, surrounded by a graveyard. The lights are on inside. Do you go up to the doors? Do you seek help?

Or, do you think yourself safer out here? It's up to you, friends.
It's up to you.]


((OOC: In which the mun has been listening to too much Nightvale. BUT YES, this is in fact a mingle so that anyone with creepy muses can torture people. Night wouldn't want to hog all the fun, after all~

Oh, and if anyone wants their muses to randomly go axe murderer or something that's welcome as well. A perfectly reasonable occurrence considering there are nightmares running amok. Have fun ♥ ))

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[princeindream]

[White didn't check his window, didn't notice how quite his mansion is. Although he does feel uncomfortable and feels something doesn't seems right. Because it's been 'weeks of peaceful', so he counts today is one of them.

Today, he has to return a book he borrowed from a library and having some walk around the city. However, as soon he closes the entrance door behind him and looks around, that explain how quiet and dark the place is. Everything does look creepy, but he doesn't seem care. Probably Dressing Room just change the environment and White will investigate it later.

He has ability to teleport, hasn't he? That saves him some time. He detects the location of the library before he magically disappears... and appears again around the graveyard??

White frowns and blinks twice before he turns to his hands. The book doesn't bring along with him and he can't even summon his wand properly. Then it clicks him immediately.]

...I may be in deep trouble knowing this is 'the creepiness' month. I should get away as soon as possible.

[Yes, he should. He does happy about autumn is coming but Halloween isn't something he's been expecting.]

If this sentence sounds familiar I applaud your memory.

[vocalonightmare]

[A familiar voice speaks a familiar line from behind White, and should he turn around he will find the owner perched like a bird of prey atop a blood-stained statue. A crumbling monument to a life long gone, the words at it's base barely legible.]

What'szzz your hurry?

Somewhere to be already?

Somehow, it is O_o

[princeindream]

['Ah, so the devil is here.' White thought himself. He will be damned but unless he has to play smart on this one. Also he is not fear on that line. Nope.]

As I told you before, I am quite busy.

[He can play his line very well, Night.]

[vocalonightmare]

[He snorts, though it sounds more like a short burst of white noise.]

At least it's technically night this time, I'll give you that.

Though I'm afraid noone's going to get much work done today, what with my little re-model running amok.

[lockeddoor]

[Without a sound, something small slinks across White's shins, something small and furry.

When he looks down he'll spot a cat, all black with bright white eyes staring up at him. It's strange, though; there's no shade or highlights in the cat's fur or eyes, as if it isn't completely three-dimensional.

All the same, whenever they lock stares, its mouth opens.]

Mrrrrrrrrrowr.

[princeindream]

[Look it here, kitty. He's nothing but man in white. But what does the cat do any harm?]

Here, kitty.

[White bends down his knees, offering his fingers to pat the cat. Even though the black cat does look creepy for Halloween.]

[lockeddoor]

[The cat sniffs the offered hand, but doesn't bow to be petted or lash out to bite or anything.

It just continues to stare up at him.]

Mow.

[zeito]

[...Actually Zeito is pretty okay with this change.

He's just chilling out in blood soaked Halloween land, eating ice cream. Unphased.]

Placeholder tiredbrain post:

[mrlivingskull]

[Well, ain't this a daisy. Looks like we're at that spot on the calendar again.]

[Thing is, I was doin' my thing somewhere else and suddenly BAM, the VDR City done yanked me back for spookytime. Guess there's no leaving this place behind after all, huh...?]

[Might as well roll with it.]


[This skullman is out and about, as per the prompt, but he's doing his best not to let his human nerves get the best of him. No, that's what this place wants, and pardon him for being a party-shitter, but he's not playing that noise. Strong and in command; that's the way to be.]

[He hopes his girl's alright, if she's out here right now too...]

[...he kind of matches the scenery for once, huh?]

Placeholders are entirely welcome my friend o/

[vocalonightmare]

[Just as Momo crosses his mind, her familiar silhouette can be seen peeking out of a nearby alleyway. It even sounds as if she is saying something, though her words are muffled as if she were speaking from the other side of a thick glass wall.]

Thank you. ^.^

[mrlivingskull]

[and there was a sight

to turn his blood to ice.]


[...As it happens, he's quite familiar with that particular trick. Quite familiar indeed. Just as last time, his senses are tingling, telling him that it's her, that it's indeed his trueborn friend standing at that alley...]

[But the Dressing Room has played this card before. You'd think the fact would make this decision easier....]

[If he leaves, he could be abandoning her to pain and torment...not that staying and fighting did anything to help her last time. It was the principle of the thing - he meant what he'd told Meiko about not leaving friends behind. And did it really matter if this was a trap? The Dressing Room would ultimately revert, and everything would be back the way it was.]

[...But it mattered if Momo was suffering. Yes, that mattered. Let it never be true that he leaves her behind, even if oblivion itself is the foe.]


[Looks like you're gonna get what you wanted, Nightmare. He stalks toward that shape in the alley, wary and alert.]

[altereaped]

[...yeah, like I'm seriously going to walk up to the spooky castle. This is right out of the damn book...]

[Well, no sweet transvestites for me. I'll take my chances out here.]

[doubleringuns]

[.......]

[s-s-spiders...]

[...all these creeps and no guns...]

[how did she even end up out here]

[controllen]

[...Shit. He knew it was a terrible idea to leave his room. Now he's lost and it's dark and he's getting more and more creeped out... And he forgot to bring his 3DS on top of it. Isn't that swell?

At least he was smart enough to get his cellphone. He whips it out of his pocket, sending a message out to anyone he has contact information for.]

hey
just in case any of u havent left the house yet
dont
youll just end up lost and eaten by a grue or something
just stay inside and dont let anyone in

[He's pretty distracted with sending out the text, so it'd be a great time for someone to hurry over and give him a fright.]

[oldschoolmp3]

[In that case, Receiver will hear a cell phone ringtone as soon he pressed the send button. It seems the sound came from the graveyard. Who's cell phone could it be?]

[controllen]

[Receiver looks up in surprise, and nervously heads over to the source of the noise. One of his friends is out here? Damn, he should have sent the message sooner.]

[vocalonightmare]

[Someone...or something?

It seems more like the latter, as a strange clicking sound comes from behind the boy-- while at the same time, a huge, hairy, leg touches his shoulder. It is followed by several others, all attempting to grab him up. Receiver may even find himself wishing it was Shite(since I'm certain that's what all of you thought of first at the mention of a hairy leg) should he turn to see his face reflected in hundreds of blood red spider eyes. However, it is suggested that he run instead.]

[controllen]

[Oh shit oh shit oh shit shit shit-

The moment one of them touches Receiver, he freezes up, but just for an instant, before trying to fling himself out of the spider's grasp with a move akin to a barrel roll. When he's a safe distance away, he scrambles to his feet, still glancing backwards at the spider even as he runs away.]

[altereaped]

That would've been the smart thing to do, huh?

[controllen]

yeah probably

shit

where are you? we should stick together

[thisfoolishfather]

[Piko swears he wasn't this prone to getting himself horrendously lost like this before he came here. A quick pinch to his arm confirms all this isn't a dream either, so what's happening here?

Whatever it is, standing still like a dumbstruck duck isn't going to solve much of anything. Nor will wandering aimlessly by the looks of things, and that castle in the distance sure does seem to be shouting "come at me".

...Sigh.

Guess he's got a destination. Time to get walking.]

[vocalonightmare]

[It is a long and eerily quiet walk up the the castle, those ominous rumbling clouds overhead slowly gathering and threatening to release a deluge upon the man walking beneath them at any moment; and eventually, it does.

The moment Piko sets foot in the graveyard surrounding the castle, a sudden downpour hits like a jungle monsoon. But not to worry, it appears that someone conveniently left one the castle's over-sized doors slightly ajar.]

[thisfoolishfather]

[YO, consider that conveniently ajar door sprinted to once the rain hits, and unless there's some sort of cover hanging above the doorway he's not wasting any time in getting inside. He doesn't venture any further than the entrance, however, catching his breath and just sort of dripping on the floor.

Geez, what was that all of the sudden...?]

I kept meaning to tag this and then getting distracted. A MONTH LATER...

[was_no_monster]

[...are his footsteps just echoing, or is there someone following him?]

I know this very, very well my friend no worries

[thisfoolishfather]

[Both are a possibility, considering the spooky atmosphere. Maybe the atmosphere is all it was, making him paranoid when there's nothing to worry about.

...Then again, there are giant alley spiders. Perhaps there's a reason to be paranoid at the moment.

Cautiously taking a glance over his shoulder...]