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.

[princeindream]

So it was you.

[Fairly about to say 'no, it's just only this place' but he doesn't make to make an immediate trouble.]

Bravo then. You have fun with you own sweet time. I see you manage to revert yourself... since when the last time we met? Also, I'm pretty sure there are many people waiting for their candy treats. They're much more fun than I am?

[vocalonightmare]

[He shrugs, his expression becoming even more smug than before.]

It would seem that this particular month grants me my full power.

[But it's on White's comment on candy that the monster's face takes on a truly sinister expression, which even appears as if it is lit from below somehow.]

But little Dream-Walker, haven't you noticccczzzd? The 'people' waiting for their candy are already here.

[Upon that last word, a putrid, rotting hand comes from behind and sets itself firmly upon the Dream-walker's right shoulder.]

...And to them, you are the cAndy.

[The undead owner of the hand lets loose a dull groan, and if White does not move quickly, what little teeth the zombie still has will be digging into the flesh of his neck within mere seconds-- and even if he escapes the barely living creature currently praying upon him, hundreds more are starting to emerge from the surrounding graves. All of them arriving at the Nightmare King's bidding to hunt down his unlucky victims.]

[princeindream]

[The smirk on his disappears. He gives a hard shove on the undead nearby, which caused more undead creatures emerge from the graves. If Night wants to play rough, White takes it. But not while his powers have been weakened.]

Too bad the candy knows how to escape, huh?

[That means he chooses to escape, by running away from them.]

[vocalonightmare]

[The monster laughs, the static sound echoing throughout the graveyard that was slowly filling up with the inhuman noises of the undead. When he finally manages to compose himself(though, really, is the abomination ever actually composed?) Night calls after the Dream Walker, and no matter the distance the nightmare sounds as clear as if he were right next to him.]

What escape is there within a Nigtmare?

[No matter where White runs, he's still within the world the nightmare has created. So while it might be fairly easy to run from actual, real, slow moving zombies-- running from nightmare zombies will not prove to be an easy task. It's not that they can move quickly, no; it's worse than that.

Because they simply appear in the Dream-walker's path, ambling out of dark alleyways with arms outstretched in his direction. They're everywhere.]

[princeindream]

[White does try his best to run away from the effect of the nightmare. Now to think of it, he's been 'awake' for a whole time. He could repel the effect without a problem. But this is the real problem when he's in disadvantage level.

When he has no more steps to go further, or even worse; he's been surrounded. White could only stand on the spot and doesn't let his guard down.]

Whatever you summon all the fake creepers to me, Nightmare. It won't going to work. Creatures that are not in reality don't cause any pain.

[vocalonightmare]

Oh? [His voice comes from all around, disembodied and as loud as if he were standing right next to White.]

You believe that even though one has already touched you?

They are as real as you are right now, Dream-walker.

But by all means, test your theory. I haven't gotten to watch anyone get eaten yet.

[princeindream]

[White tries to ignore the disturbance from the horde of zombies, he focus on getting his wand onto his hands, which is finally he made it.]

The theory have been proven, but you may lie. Are you going to let them?

Or I make my own way.

[Which means, White will start swinging his wand to knock the zombies out of his way. Those zombies don't have a blood, right? He hates when it could stain his white outfit.]

[vocalonightmare]

[Blood? No, the zombies are simply...gooey. But really, isn't that just as bad? At least blood you can identify, who knows what that goop is.

Excreted substances aside, the zombies just keep coming. The path White forges is quickly filled in by more of the undead, no matter how fast he moves; they're always right behind him. Always, the smell of rotting flesh surrounds him. There is no end.]

Of course I am. Why else would I have made them if not to kill you, Dream walker?

[princeindream]

[Nightmare's intention is not a joke at all. More of them are coming and he keeps fighting for hours. White couldn't see his way out of this. His human strength almost to the limit when he couldn't knock off the zombies in on hit.

White curses himself and looks around if he has other way out. However he couldn't when the countless of zombies blocking his sight.]

...So this is what you did? Letting me suffer?

[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.

[princeindream]

[White tilts his head. He can't tell what does the cat wants.]

What's wrong, kitty?

[lockeddoor]

[Without moving its mouth, a young woman's voice comes from the cat.]

I wanted to see you up close.

[princeindream]

[White doesn't look surprise. He draws a small smile attempts to pat her.]

Well, your wish has granted here.

[lockeddoor]

[She doesn't shy away from the touch, but it's odd--it feels more like White's touching a thick, cold fog rather than an animal.]

This is what magic smells like?

[princeindream]

[White pulls back his hand because, wah! Cold!]

I'm afraid my magic has been in disadvantage level this month. A friend of yours took mine.

[lockeddoor]

I see.

[Neat.]

You will be helpless this month?

[princeindream]

[It sounds like he's been mocked.]

I may look helpless with less magic power, but I do have human power instead to help the others who need.

[lockeddoor]

[She's monotone, it's difficult to tell.]

You are as good as a human, then.

[princeindream]

[He takes it as a compliment! Although he wonders why she is in cat form.]

Precisely, young lad.