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Username: Theo
Prompt Completed: prompts 2, 3, 4, and 5
Thread Link: Boop
Quoted Prompt Submission:
Prompt Completed: prompts 2, 3, 4, and 5
Thread Link: Boop
Quoted Prompt Submission:
- I'm so sorry:
Eventually, though, he ended up alone in the deeper parts of the house that others had yet to reach. Good, he needed a small breather. Running around like a derp was more cardio than he was used to. But...that's when it started to happen. It began with the kids. Out of nowhere, and scaring the pants off of him, the trick-or-treaters appeared. They didn't have guns or collars, so he wondered why they were here, but they wouldn't answer. Little turds! All they wanted was candy and compliments for their gory murder victim costumes. They were lucky to choose him, since he always had candy on him. He was unfortunate that he now had to hand over his stash so they'd leave him alone. But then, as soon as they left the room full of furniture ghosts, a mist appeared. A spoopy mist. "Nnngh..." he groaned in growing fear, now hating that he'd come up alone. "I treated you candy, kids! Why are you tricking me?!" he called to those trick-or-treaters, though deep down he knew this wasn't the prank of a young mage. He just wanted to blame them because it was less terrifying. Even though he wanted to close his eyes and pretend this was all not happening, he turned around to see a shadow coming toward him. If it was a person, he couldn't tell who. "Uh..Uh I gave all my treats away, okay? So...like....no to all of this creepy crap pleasedon'tkillmeMr.Shadowman nngh nghhhh..." he begged, and just as he was certain this thing was gonna suck out his soul or something, it dissolved just as it touched him and sank into the floor. "...Ngh?" Theo asked, peeking down, then going white as a sheet. "Here lies Theo Byron Sinclar-Ragnos," he read in a monotone voice, before repeating it in a more disbelieving scream, "HERE LIES THEO B-B-B...." he trailed, then quirked his head to the side. "...My middle name is Byron? ...Ew, that doesn't feel right at all. I don't have enough waistcoats to pull off this name at all, what were they thinking?" mumbled the distracted man, forgetting about his terror for a second. "Oh...right...AAAAAAHHHHH WHY AM I DEAD?!" he resumed freaking out, turning around as if to ask whoever he felt behind him if they saw what he did. Except when he did that he only saw a black cat, which he blinked at, then accepted that he'd just asked a random black cat about his fate and even paused for its response. When i gave none, he sighed and looked back to the tombstone thinking it might tell him what killed him or when he died so he could either look forward to it or avoid it, but....it was gone.
"WHERE DID MY DEATH STONE THING GO?" he exclaimed, searching around the room and under sheets as if the gravestone just grew legs and wandered off. No dice. It was gone. What wasn't gone, though, was the cat. Even as he left the room, blaming it for all the freaky crap that just happened, the cat followed. And followed. No matter how fast he walked, the cat was always a few feet behind him when he turned to look, judging him, knowing things he didn't. This cat knew why his middle name was Byron. He could feel it. It was in that stare...
Once he finished his staredown with the cat for the twentieth time, he turned to try and catch up with other people and rammed face-first into a very tall man. Yay a person--WHEW THE BOOZE SMELL! Was this guy a person-sized bottle of the stuff? He felt drunk just smelling him. The man only wobbled and giggled, accidentally spitting out his fake vampire teeth into a spitty puddle on the ground. As Theo stared in disgust, the man pretended to grab an invisible mic, as if he was in a comedy club. "Ay ay ayyyyy, where all my *hic* zombguys and ghouls at?" he punned, starting some sort of routine.
"Quick, wha did the vam*hic*pire say to the ghost at the *hic* hallerween party?"
"...what?"
"WHY DON'T YOU LIVE A LITTLE! HAHAHAHAHA!"
"...oh god..."
"What kind of dessert does a *hic hic* ghost like?"
"Neh?"
"I SCREAM! BAHAHAA!"
"...heh."
Encouraged by the half laugh, the drunken vampire pulled out his best material. "Finally! What did the ghost wear to the Ha Ha Hallenqween par*hic*y?"
"What?"
"BOOOOOOOts..."
"Pffft, hahahaha!" Theo broke on the last one, falling into a peel of giggles. "Booots...heh, that one was good," he told the guy, clapping him on the shoulder as he passed him to find someone else to afflict with his jokes.
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