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| October Event 2013 3; How about a scary story? | ||
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| Topic Started: Oct 6 2013, 12:12 PM (2,618 Views) | ||
| 御 Cloud | Oct 6 2013, 12:12 PM Post #1 | |
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Who you calling chocobo head...
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Hey everyone it's October and like every month that means more events. This month after all the seriousness that was the Bosco War, and then Ragnarok (not to mention spamming the Encyclopaedia), were going to have a couple of more light-hearted events. Yes, a couple, that means more than one. Here is event number three. Being an RP forum, it seems obvious that people like writing; however that being said we've had a lot of RP events recently. People also really like Halloween, but the 'event-slot' event wasn't Halloween this year. Let's see if we can't fix that whole writing/Halloween bug without having to RP in a thread. For even more tasty SP this month, I want you to write a short story, easy enough, yeah? Like all events, some rules. - The theme of the short story must be Halloween. It can be more light-hearted anime special Halloween, a ghost story, or something down right horrifying, just so long as you embrace the theme. And you know, keep it PG-13. - It actually has to be a story. (I shouldn't need this point. >.> ) - One entry per account. - 2,000 word limit. It can be much less, but I might get 40+ entries; if yours is longer than that just try to make me read it. Like seriously if you managed to make me shit myself with 500 words, I'll give you full rewards. (Let's call a minimum at 250 words, but otherwise make it as short as it needs to be to stay interesting). - Canon or non-canon, using your characters or not, that doesn't matter, so long as the story setting is still Fiore/Fairy Tail Guild. - There is no set perspective/'person', so do whatever you're most comfortable with/fits the story best. - The reward for this event will cap out at 5 SP and 1,000,000 Jewels. Because some people will do stories not tied to a character they have, despite what your story is about this reward will be account specific. - Entries close Nov. 7th, 2013, 0001 (GMT +11). - Post your submissions here. Edited by Cloud, Oct 6 2013, 12:36 PM.
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | Oct 6 2013, 12:47 PM Post #2 | |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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The Tale of Mad Henry... Mad Henry was a hermit who lived alone in a decrepit mansion at the edge of Ranunculus Town and rumours were abound about the wild-eyed man. Some folks said that he was a magician who called upon the powers of darkness to wreak havoc upon his neighbours. Others called him a mad doctor who could restore life to foul corpses from the local cemetery. No respectable citizen in town had anything to do with Mad Henry… Then one year a new family moved to town with a lovely daughter, Sally, who caught Mad Henry’s eye. He showered the girl with gifts—goblets of pure gold, necklaces of pearl and a pot of roses that never dropped a single petal. But despite the gifts, Sallyfell in love with another- Jesper, a handsome young man who had just home from a trip to Minstrel. A week after meeting, the pair eloped to Magnolia- on the very day of Halloween as it would happen- leaving behind a stunned Mad Henry. When Sally and Jesper returned from the elopement, they threw a big ball and invited everyone in town. While Sally was waltzing with her father, she heard a clap of thunder and lightning flashed again and again. Suddenly, the double doors blew open and a gale blew in, bringing with it the smell of dead, decaying things. Mad Henry loomed in the doorway, eyes gleaming red with anger and he was followed by the grotesque figures of the dead, who came marching four by four into the room. Their eye sockets glowed with green fire as they surrounded the room. Two of the corpses captured Jesper and threw him down at the feet of their lord. Red eyes gleaming, Mad Henry drew a silver-bladed knife and casually cut the bridegroom’s throat from ear to ear. Sally screamed and ran forward, pushing through the foul, stinking corpses of the dead, and flung herself upon her dying husband. “Kill us both!” She cried desperately, but Mad Henry plucked the lass out of the pool of blood surrounding her dead husband and carried her out into the thundering night. Behind him, the army of the dead turned from the grizzly scene and followed their master. The sounds of thunder and lightning faded away as the alchemist and his dead companions disappeared into the dead of night. Jesper’s father and Sally’s father gathered a small mob and followed the evil hermit, intent upon saving Sally. When they searched Mad Henry’s house, they found it completely empty save for a light, which shone from a series of mysterious globes that bobbed near the ceiling of each room. Mad Henry had vanished. Search parties scoured the countryside for days, but turned up nothing. Jesper was buried in the local cemetery, and the dance hall was torn down. No one in town spoke about what had happened, and no one dared imagine what had become of poor Sally. A year to the day after the ball, a timid knock sounded upon the door of Sally’s parents’ home. When her father opened it, he saw a gaunt, grey figure on the stoop. Her eyes were dull with exhaustion and pain. It was Sally! Her tongue had been cut out so she couldn’t speak. But when she produced a knife from her tattered garments—the knife with a silver blade that they had last seen in the hands of Mad Henry— the gleam of satisfaction in Sally’s eyes told them that the streaks of blood that coated the knife were those of Mad Henry. That night, Sally died in her sleep with a peaceful smile upon her face... This is a story passed down from generation to generation on the eve of Halloween within Ranunculus town to make sure their children behave themselves and come home before curfew, but some say that this is more than just a children’s tale… Some say, that at the stroke of midnight on the eve of Halloween a young woman with no tongue and a man with his throat cut from ear to ear will appear to trick-or-treaters along with a peal of thunder. Some say they are the ghosts of Jesper and Sally- come to inflict their revenge upon the realm of the living, while there are those who say they return to the living world once a year to guard against the ghost of Mad Henry, whose body has never been found even to this day. Finally, there is a rumour that if you go to the Ranunculus Cemetery the night before Halloween with a silver knife and leave it on the center-most grave stone, when you come back in the morning it will be stained with human blood… Edited by Fafnir Rakesh, Oct 7 2013, 11:50 AM.
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| 栄 Drame | Oct 6 2013, 01:08 PM Post #3 | |
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“The orange grin” Before I tell you my tale of the orange spirit, remember Halloween is the night of those whom do not walk the world normally. So beware and do not let the lust for candy overtake children. Or your greed shall bring only madness. It was the end of October and the mage sat with his candy Having walked many miles and gotten weak and weary. Tired of candy wrappers telling of boring lore Nearly napping, nearly ready to snore It was then a knock was heard on his door. “Probably nothing” he muttered to his door Only this… And nothing more. As he remembered the times of a bleak December Her body leaving the world like a dying ember Eagerly wished for morrow, yet, given only further sorrow His books, a reminder of what had been taken to borrow Left to blindly fumble for the of tomorrow Sightless here for evermore. Whilst drifting to sleep it came once more Another knock came upon his door Single, alone, and nothing more The mage stood up silently heart beating like never before “Sir,” he said “or mam, at my door, truly your forgiveness I implore; yet the fact I was napping and you so faintly came tapping Now excuse me I shall open up my front door.. But only a pumpkin light was within. And nothing more. Orange grin stood and stared His body fell to the floor in implore “What do you want” he said and no more The orange grin big and squared And said nothing more. Confused and riddled he woke from his bed Finding he had slept with too much candy and gluttons bread. his knees crawled to his chest, not understanding what he had heard Was it a spirit, prank or sound of a bird. Hoping it was a dream, he truly preferred. “It was nothing, a senseless dream upon my mind” Yet maybe fate would not be so kind Another knock was heard on the door And suddenly there would be nothing more. The mage ran, blind as a bat Out to open the door, whilst loosing his hat Thrashed open the scene of the crime But no pumpkin could he find. He sighed in relief, then closed the door. “It was probably nothing and nothing more” A gasp escaped his breath as he turned around Orange and grinning faced him again Twice, no thrice the size and not going to abstain Mind seeing what eyes did not, a flame burning Wanting him for his tricksters complot “I promise I did nothing leave me be” he called hoping the orange grin to agree But the grin said nothing, and nothing more Leaving the kid to run for the door. Confused and full of terror he fled Not understanding the grin he had met Wishing for all he was still in his bed The Pumpkin smile was there for a while Simply grinning and saying nothing more Having entered, with nothing but a knock on his door. So for all I truly implore If you hear a singular knock upon your door Keep it closed, or locked heck do more Never open or you’ll face the grin Figure it out till your head spin But you can never escape The orange grin. Edited by Drame, Oct 6 2013, 01:11 PM.
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| 栄 Balmung6 | Oct 6 2013, 09:43 PM Post #4 | |
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Combat Enthusiast
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The Tale Of Mad Jack Mad Jack was an odd fellow on the best of days. Lurking about in his old, run-down house at the top of the hill near town. He was a guy who kept to himself most of the time, and only went out at night. People didn't know a great deal about him, nor did they attempt to learn. The only time he really became active was the night of Halloween. Trick or treat was a wonderful concept to him. Not for the treats, but for the option to trick. While children went out hoping to fill bags with treats, he went out in hopes of emptying his bag of tricks. He had a bad habit on Halloween night – pranking as many people he could, regardless of their age, gender, or status within the community. Exploding jack-o-lanterns, candy that melted into puddles the moment you picked it up, and other assorted tricks, including the very old prank of snakes in the peanut can. The townsfolk grew to spite him, but because his pranks were harmless, they never officially did anything about it. And thus it went for many years, until one time Mad Jack decided to up the stakes, and spread his pranking wings beyond the scope of his town. Halloween happened to fall on the wedding night of a Council member, who was sent what she thought was a lovely gift from one of her wedding guests, only to have it explode and splatter her gown with red paint from top to bottom. Enraged, she looked into the man and discovered his years of criminal activity, and in anger, judged him for it by sending one of the knights to go over to Jack’s house that very night and slay him. The last thing Jack remembered was opening the door and seeing his reflection in the knight’s axe before his blood spilled across the floor, the same way the paint had sprayed across the Council woman’s gown. This was not the end of the story for Jack, however. His body was carted off, but the house remained – walking into the house of a prankster mage was akin to walking across a minefield. Mad Jack’s spirit still remained in the house, however, cursing his loss of life and loss of his ability to prank the people of the world, as they could no longer see him. It was around that time that the Reaper showed up to claim his wandering soul. When the Reaper entered the house, however, Mad Jack was able to pull one last prank on him and steal away his cloak. This turned out to be a key in confronting the Reaper, as the townsfolk would be able to see him without the cloak. Angry, the Reaper demanded it back, the catch of items of ancient magic like the cloak being that if the holder was slain, the item was useless, which was never a problem until now. Mad Jack proposed a deal – if the Reaper gave him back his human form and immortal life so he could keep pranking people for eternity, he’d return the cloak. The Reaper agreed, and granted Mad Jack immortality. But the Reaper didn’t appreciate the blackmail, and so he double-crossed Mad Jack. Mad Jack could keep his body and unending life….but his head was the Reaper’s. The Reaper slashed through Mad Jack’s neck with his scythe, took the head and left, leaving Mad Jack to find himself a new head. The story is many years old, but some say you can still hear sounds from the old house, and on Halloween night, a few have even seen a spindly figure carrying a bag on his backs with a Jack-o-Lantern for a head. And Thus ended the story of Mad Jack, now known as Jack-o-Lantern. |
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| Lightning | Oct 7 2013, 10:11 AM Post #5 | |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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Candy Halloween; it was a day of mixed feelings for the woman that stood momentarily paused in her travels. As she looked at the decorations that adorned Chrysanthemum's main city streets she couldn't help but find herself thinking of things rather out of character, Fiore definitely celebrated the holiday far differently than back home. The colour scheme wasn't the most appealing thing in the world to the foreigner but she supposed that it could have been worse, but why exactly had orange and black been chosen anyway? For a moment there might have been interest in the history behind the traditional colours and their reasons however it quickly subsided as she found her gaze wandering to a group of people walking by. Dressed in various brightly coloured and themed outfits the group seemed to be having a ball as they talked loudly and with laughter filling their ranks. What was strange wasn't the fact that they were dressed in rather absurd attire, nor was it the fact that they were being as loud and rambunctious as they were. What struck most vividly into this particular woman's mind was the respective ages of each and every member of the group, they were far from being children, in fact many of them would have been around her own age if not older. Was it not strange for people at such an age to be frolicking around in such a manner? Even if it was a holiday of sorts there was something rather amusing about how people that were supposed to be mature had let their inhibitions go while embracing the festivities. She could do little but come to think of what a different kind of strength to her own that each of them must have possessed, she could charge into battle without hesitation however to let go of her pride and inhibitions as they were.... There was no way she could ever give so little care to what those around her would think. Perhaps it just came with her role..... no, it was more than that. A familiar voice tore through everything like thunder to a silent night sky, just like that the trance of the glowing lanterns and the sparklers that burned and whizzed through the air being carried around by children was ended. "Whatcha lookin at Clair-bear?" With a startle her female form tensed and an ever so slight stutter in her breath responded to the breath against her ear. The voice was so close, too close. Oh how fun it seemed it was when he got those honest reactions from her, even if he knew she'd only get mad at him in a moment he couldn't help but think it worth what would come. It seemed as if it had been rehearsed when as elegantly and as fluid as water the two figures alone in the middle of the street reacted to one another, knowing that a strike would be coming his way the male frame evaded the hand that aimed to put distance between their figures. "Tch." With furrowed eyebrows now sported upon her so far emotionless face gave way as she them took in the sight before her, "W-what are you wearing?" The response to the sight before her had been warranted really, she'd seen adults wandering the streets dressed in themed outfits but for the man in front of her to be?! She'd always known he was immature but this was unexpected. "Ah, you like it?" As he removed the fox like mask that had covered his face the man revealed the mischievous grin that had failed to fade from his face moments earlier. He held his arms out at his sides slightly as she mockingly showed off the expensive and formal looking traditional kimono he wore, "Well I had to wear something right, I think it makes for a decent Halloween costume with the mask and all. Don't you?"A hint of mischief coated the words spoken and it didn't go unmissed by his female companion, "I wouldn't know." It was true, how was she to know if it was a good Halloween costume or not? She knew little about what passed for such things in Fiore and to be frank even less about what passed for an adult to wear for the holiday. " I don't know why you are dressing differently at all, this holiday is for kids after all." Cold, stern and serious, the woman's words blew by the ears they were intended for as he took his own meaning from them. While her nature was what drew him in as it did he couldn't help but think it would be nice to see that rare other side, the one he had to fight for as hard as any physical battle. The man swooped around beside his friend as he finished tucking the mask into the sash wrapped around his waist and with one swift motion he put an arm around her reluctant shoulders, "Aww, come on don't be like that." A smile accompanied the slight squeeze he gave the rather rigid woman in his grasp, "Halloween has something for children of ALL ages." Disbelief was written all over the face of she who listened, even with the wink and effort he was putting in there was no way she was just going to believe that. He was just trying to win... Unconvinced and growing agitated at the man's close proximity the woman's arms crossed and she stared straight ahead, her jaw clenching slightly. "Oh really, Like what?" There really seemed like there wasn't a thing the man could say, not a thing he could do to sway the mind of the woman with eyes as blue as ice. What came next was surprising even for me, as the man's face lit up with wry grin I couldn't help but wonder what he'd thought of. What could possibly melt the heart of that icy maiden? The man leant in closer and with a tone that sounded almost seductive he made his move, "Candy." What came next was nothing short of a miracle. At the mention of just that one word the woman's eyes lit up and widened slightly. "Alright, let's go." A chuckle by the man echoed my own as I watched the pair wander off through the street, was that all it took to convince her to indulge in Halloween a little more? She was a strange one that was for sure. Who am I? Does that really matter? Edited by Lightning, Oct 7 2013, 10:12 AM.
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| Coree | Oct 7 2013, 07:22 PM Post #6 | |
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Let's Get one thing straight I'm a guy
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Pied Piper of Magnolia Here's a picture In the town of Magnolia, an old carriage had arrived at one of the houses in the dead of night. The Wheel’s were the only thing that creaked among the cobblestones as three children exited the vehicle. Behind them were their parent’s a woman so pretty and fair with long blonde hair and a man who had short black hair and glasses. The children were identical triplets Johnny, Tommy, and Donnie. All had blonde hair and wore the same shirts but with different colors. Johnny had been wearing a red shirt with a yellow star in the middle, Tommy had been wearing a yellow shirt with a green star in the middle, and Donnie had been wearing a green shirt with a red star in the middle. The children no older than 6 scuttled up the stairs of a cottage house and knocked on the door. The clattering of footsteps could be heard in the house and the unlocking of locks clicked as the resident of the house opened the door. An old woman now stood in the doorway. She looked like an older version of the children’s’ mother. “Grandma!” The kids all said in unison as they now ran into the house. To hug their grand mother. The old woman smiled and moved with the kid’s over to the living room. In the living room was a rocking chair that lay next to a fireplace that radiated with heat. By the other side of the chair laid a little stand with a book on top of it. The children ran in and sat down on the floor. “Hey Grandma...” Johnny started. “Could you…” Tommy interjected. “Tell us a story?” Donnie finished. The children’s mother shook her head as if saying “No” but their grandmother put a hand on her shoulder and nodded. Their mother sighed and walked upstairs. “You guy’s get one story you hear? Then it’s off to bed.” The triplet’s nodded as their mother went upstairs with their father to go to sleep. The old woman settled herself down in the rocking chair and rocked a bit. The children with bated breath waited for their grandmother to begin. “I will tell you a story, from my childhood.” She took a deep breath and continued. “I will never forget the day THAT happened.” She took a deep breath and continued on with the story. “It was sunny here in the town of Magnolia. I was but a little girl who didn’t know any better. I had always played with the local children in this town but we always had to be in before night fell. Our parent’s always told us to make sure the doors were locked and the windows shut, but they never told us why. So one night, while our parents tucked us in and kissed us good morrow, me and 13 other little children snuck out of our houses to find out what Magnolia looked like at night. We gathered at the town’s center in the dead of night and traveled the streets, exploring the eerily quiet town of Magnolia. Not a single sound but the pattering of footsteps echoed through the town as we laughed and talked in hushed whispers. As we traveled by the edge of town by the Eastwood Forest we heard the sound of a flute. It played a merry tune, so fun, so entrancing, and so inviting! We went to explore the forest and saw a man deep in the woods playing a flute. He wore puffy pants, a puffy shirt, and a very blue hat with a feather sticking out. I looked onto his face but the brown hair along with the moonlight shaded his eyes. He didn’t seem to mind us playing with him so we skipped and danced as he played the flute merrily. He then began moving with us in a circle and then he led us deeper into the forest. We skipped, sang, and hummed to the tune this man had been playing. We were having so much fun in the forest that we hadn’t noticed that a child had disappeared. A loud howl interrupted us and in the distance we heard a scream. We all stopped and had gotten scared. The man stopped playing and looked out into the woods, and then he smiled. “Don’t worry.” He said to us. “If need be I’ll protect you.” He said, and then he continued to play his flute. I was a bit rattled by this so I kept to the back of the group in order to watch this man a bit more closely and then I realized, this man had no shadow. A certain sign that showed he had been already dead. I quickly tried to alert the other children but they wouldn’t listen to me. I decided to go back alone and ran through those woods back to the town of Magnolia. As I ran I heard the sounds of those same children screaming for their lives. I hurried through those woods but I came upon one of the children who had been covered in blood. He pleaded with me to help him but alas I couldn’t for the shadow’s of the forest dragged him in deeper. As I ran, I could hear the faint screams of that boy pleading for that….that…thing, to spare his life.” The grandmother felt a cold chill down her spine as she continued talking. “I eventually made it back home to Magnolia as soon as dawn broke over the hills to the east. I hurried myself into the house where my parents had been up at this fireplace that very morning, worried something bad may have happened. They didn’t punish me or anything, they were just glad I returned safely. Out of those 13 children only one made it back, and that one is me.” “Wow Grandma!” Johnny started. “Weren’t you scared?” Tommy asked. “Well…” The grandmother began. “I honestly was absolutely terrified. Never had I been so scared in my entire life.” “What happened to the flute player?” Donnie asked as well. “Him, if he hasn’t been caught I suspect he’s still around. Ever since that day, I’ve always locked the doors and windows, and I never left the house at night as a child.” She said as she got up. “Now off to bed you three. I don’t want your mother to get angry with me.” The triplet’s got up and walked upstairs but Johnny stopped and looked back to his grandmother. “Grandma, whatever happened to the children and is the pied piper still around?” The grandmother looked at the boy and smiled. “They still haven’t found any of their bodies. They say that you can still hear their screams in the forest at night. Also if you hear music outside don’t go out until you’re sixteen. When you’re sixteen your safe and no longer get lured in by the music.” The boy nodded and scurried off to bed with his brothers. A couple hours later Johnny woke up in the dead of night to hear music being played. The sound of a flute entered the house. Johnny opened the curtains and pushed the window open to hear the sound of the flute clearly. He heard footsteps in the distance and quickly shut the window and curtains. He peered through a crack in the curtains and through the foggy glass; he caught a glimpse of a man in puffy clothing playing on a flute. The man stopped and looked up to Johnny’s window then smiled. Johnny then pushed himself into the bed and under the covers. He could have sworn the man looked straight at him. The sounds of the flute became fainter and fainter as the man continued playing and walked farther into the town of Magnolia. |
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| Shuyin | Oct 8 2013, 05:58 PM Post #7 | |
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Killer Lord, The Silencer of Men.
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Edited by Shuyin, Oct 8 2013, 06:01 PM.
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| Jova | Oct 18 2013, 04:59 AM Post #8 | |
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The Walk Home It was October 31, in the city of Magnolia where Halloween would prosper throughout the whole city. There were so many people who had the spirit of Halloween running through their veins, and it made this place so much scarier. The things people did in this city, and the extent they went to get things done. Yuurei had already left his friend, and they had gone their separate ways; he had enjoyed his night, and he had gotten all the candy he needed for the time being. He was a good looking pirate, but he had known this costume would never be worn again. The mage was walking home through the streets, and there was something weird about his surroundings. He could feel it in his bones as he was looking around. The lights were flickering every few seconds, and he just sighed, and was a bit nervous right now. He could only wonder why something like this would happen on a day like this. It wasn’t a funny prank, if it were one to begin with. The man had noticed that he was the only one out on these streets as well. This was a place that people had avoided on this day and at this time as well. He didn’t know this, and he could only look around to see if somebody would come out and get him. ”Anybody here?” the young man said stupidly knowing that nobody would reply to him. He figured it would best that he started to walk, so he could be in his house, and get ready for bed. Yuurei had taken one step forward, but soon came to a stop. He only did that because of the sudden creaking noise that was nearby him. He couldn’t help but stop from the noise as he figured it would only get closer if he tried to run from it. His mouth had gotten all watery, so it made him swallowed his saliva, and he looked over to where it came from. There was a building right next to him, and all the lights were off. ”Is this really happening to me right now?” he thought as he figured this was the scariest prank he had ever been in. That was when he remembered that he was a mage. There was nothing to fear, and whoever was messing with him would be in a world of hurt. He started to move now, and the noise got louder. Not only did it get louder, but the beat started to get faster. He was trying to get away, but it just got louder; he looked behind him, and saw nobody following him. That was when he bumped into something; it was really strong as it pushed him back as he fell on his ass. He shook his head as he got up slowly and patted his butt. Yuurei looked up and saw somebody in front of him. They had their back turned against him, and the music was as loud as ever. ”Sorry I didn’t see you there. Are you the person playing that creepy music?” he asked. The person in front of him slowly turned around, and he was wearing a torn up clown face. Yuurei stepped back from what he saw; he was afraid of clowns, but not in a way that they would make him cry to his mommy. Still there was more to the mask; the clown’s actual face looked disfigured as well, and like he had been cutting up his face, and experimenting with it. The clown had taken one step towards Yuurei, and he moved back when that happened. ”Can you not play around with me? I just want to go home, and I don’t want to hurt you,” he warned the clown a bit nervous, and scared right now. The clown took yet another step forward, and Yuurei sighed as he decided to use his Dragon’s Tail. He tried, and tried yet it didn’t work. He was confused about the situation, but noticed that the clown had done something else. The mysterious person had taken out a pair of large scissor; He sighed when he saw this because he couldn’t believe such a thing was happening. ”You got to be kidding me right?” he asked the mysterious person. The clown started to walk towards Yuurei, and he decided to lose the prankster. He turned and ran towards a corner, and kept moving as he took several turns running. He had leaned against a building as he sighed; it was scary, and there were still no signs of people around the area. It was weird, yet scary that something like this was happening. He pushed himself off the building, and took a different way home. The noise got louder as he continued to walk, and beat started to go faster. Yuurei noticed a man turn the corner, and he froze. He blinked a few times as he couldn’t believe this was happening. He had run all over the city, and he couldn’t lose somebody who was walking? ”Can you stop this crap. I just want to go home!” he shouted at the clown, but that didn’t help out. The clown just started moving towards him with the scissors. Yuurei figured he would go into a building, and lose him there right? Well it seemed like this guy was following him, so he figured he would be able to do something if he got the prankster in a tighter area. Yuurei did the same thing he did before, but this time he entered a random building when he thought it was right. He rushed up the stairs of the building, and when he went to knock on one of the doors it opened up. He stood there again wondering what the hell just happen, and it made him nervous. ”Should I go in there? I guess I should? I doubt this is home, and I need a place to rest at for the time being,” he thought to himself as he walked in, and noticed that there was nobody home. There were family photos of the people who were living here. He could see that this place was not abandon, but why was the door open. Yuurei moved around opening the doors to see if there was anybody home, yet nobody was around. He moved towards the bedroom, and he sat down on the king size mattress. It was quite comfortable, but he wanted to be in his own house right now. ”Why did I freeze against the clown? I should have just beaten him up. I guess I will do that if I see him this time,” he said out loud, and laughed a bit of his needlessly marathon around Magnolia. That was when something moved in the closest, and he got up on his feet. He moved slowly to the closest, and he knew deep inside his body not to do that, but he couldn’t help it. He kept moving as if he was drawn to it, and that was when it happened. The closest opened up and a pile of bodies dropped onto the floor. He was shocked to see them dead, and he knew that it was the family that he had seen in the pictures. He stepped back afraid and confused on what the hell happened here. The noise got louder again, and faster, and when he turned his head to the side he could feel someone breathing over him. ”Ahahaha!” the clown had sliced Yuurei’s Achilles heels, and the mage went falling to the ground. ”Ah!” he screamed in pain. The clown had grabbed Yuurei’s leg, and started to drag him out of the room, and into the hallway. The mage could only scream, and curse at the clown right now as he was in serious pain right now. The clown had opened a door, and tossed the mage inside. ”What are you going to do to me?” he asked as the clown moved his head slowly as he started to play with his scissors in front of the helpless man. That was when it happened, the clown took a step in the room, and the door closed on its own. The only thing you could hear is Yuurei’s cry for help, and the song getting louder and faster. The clown was ready to do something to him, and when he did Yuurei woke up from the nightmare. He was sweating bullets from the dream that he had, and everything. He looked around, and noticed that he was not on his bed. He looked at his feet, and noticed that he did have any. He looked to his hands, and noticed that they were flat, and against the wall. He tried to open his mouth, but couldn’t. The clown had gotten him, and he was collected as a piece of art of what the monster would do to those he found interesting. Take them against their own will, and placed them on his walls. The sound of music was playing really loud, fast, and creepy. |
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| Enchantress | Oct 20 2013, 05:34 AM Post #9 | |
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★★★Urano Metria!★★★
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Fairy Hills This story takes place during Reggie's early days in her new dorm, Fairy Hills. She just got accepted in Fairy Tail and started doing missions. Because she was still adjusting in her new place, Reggie usually stayed late at night. She would let her midnight candle melt as she would draw pictures. She would do this each night. And the pictures that she have been drawing were strange. A figure that doesn't have a shape. But what alarms the head lady was that the drawing looks like a creepy creature to her. The head lady had been spying inside her room every time she was away on a mission. She was trying to gather all the drawings of Reggie and looked at it closely. The recent drawing was the one that looks like a demon to her. She then looked through the next one and the others that follow. The lady then noticed something. The figure on the paper seemed to evolve into nothingness as she would try looking at the next ones. She came to the bottom where she found a drawing of an odd shape. Just a strange shape that she can't really make something out of it. She then thought of looking at the drawings again starting from the bottom. The lady rearranged it and started to stare at the strange drawings. The head lady then noticed that the picture of an odd shape from the bottom seemed to be evolving into something as she looked through the next drawings. She realized that it was evolving into some kind of demon the further she looked through the other drawings. But the head lady didn't stop as she wanted to see the last drawing. The old woman was about to look at the last drawing when she thought something came out from the paper and jumped into her! It looked like the demon from the drawing. But she wasn't sure as she closed her eyes in fright while she fell from her seat. Reggie then came to her room ad found the head lady sitting on the cold wooden floor, holding the most recent drawing that she made. The others were scattered all over her room. The head lady then begged that she should burn the drawings as she felt some bad aura with it. Afraid that she might get sacked from her new place, Reggie agreed to the wish of the head lady. The two then lit a bonfire at the back of the dorm as they burned each drawing in the flames. Reggie was about to burn the last and most recent drawing when a strong wind blew towards them. Thunder appeared and rain started to pour unto them. The blonde fairy was still trying to burn the last drawing which only consist the face of the demon, but the head lady dragged her towards the dorm. Reggie let go of the piece of paper which was burned on its sides and bear the face the creature that evolved in her drawings. The dorm was dark inside. The wind outside just blew the candles off that lit the lobby of the dorm. All of the girls seemed to be asleep now as it was already late. The head lady headed to her room when something grabbed her. Reggie then ran towards her and was shocked when she saw a strange creature that was devouring the head lady. Lightning gave her a light for a bit of seconds. She then saw a burned body. But its head was still intact. Lightning appeared again when the creature turned to her. Reggie then realized it was the creature from her drawing! The blonde fairy immediately ran towards her room upstairs, bumping unto furniture along her way. The breaking of the vase was heard as she passed by the table near the stares. She could hear the creature following her. But she didn't dare look back. She was almost there. Reggie was now holding the knob of the door when she realized that it was locked. The blonde fairy tried to open it by force as she could hear footsteps from the stairs. Reggie tried to turn the knob, hoping it would unlock somehow, as she would throw a few glances to the stairs. Anytime soon, the creature would appear. But she no longer heard the footsteps. Reggie then walked slowly towards the top of the stairs and found nothing. She sighed in relief. The blonde fairy turned around and was shocked when she saw the creature standing behind her. She was about to run down but the creature already leap towards her. The blonde fairy then screamed as she fell to the cold wooden floor of her room. Rays of the sun poured down through her window. It was just a dream. Reggie was about to get up when she noticed that she was holding something. She checked her hand and found the burnt paper that bears the face of the demon! Edited by Enchantress, Oct 20 2013, 05:36 AM.
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| Sith | Oct 20 2013, 12:19 PM Post #10 | |
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Basically Snow's b*tch
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Trick or Eat A small, young boy skipped along the roads of Magnolia Town, home of the legendary Fairy Tail Guild. He donned an adorable werewolf costume that consisted of a furry onesie and a brown doggy hat, he also painted his nose black. He spun around and sang in joy, for today was Halloween. The amazing and fun day that you can be the horrific Jack the Ripper, be the cute bunny, a vampire, and get amazingly tasty candy. Who wouldn’t love Halloween? He skipped and sang as he held his large, orange, pumpkin-shaped bag half filled with delicious sweets. He walked up to another house and yelped, “Trick or Treat!” A man opened up the door, he had an eerie, dangerous feeling to him. He wasn’t wearing any costume but he looked like a serial killer. His white shirt was stained red, the boy suddenly felt a rush of fear as his spine tingled with fear. “OKAY! HERE YA GO!” The man screamed as multiple people came out of his house, he grabbed a handful of gummies before dropping them in his bag. The fully grown man returned to the house for a moment to do something. The small boy peeked into his house and saw a large bowl of red jelly and the man serving it to other people, he was very careless and got some more jelly on his shirt, he groaned. The boy laughed at his careless observation before leaving the house. The small boy kept skipping around the streets of Magnolia for food, for pranks, and for joy. He got them all, but a strangely sweet and eerie voice echoed from the East Forest of Magnolia. It was a charming voice of a young woman. “Hello little boy...I have lots of candy, fun, and toys for you to play with… come here! It’s not too far from Magnolia, I promise you’ll come home in one piece.” The boy wanted to resist, but something about this voice, seemed compelling. It’s like the word no couldn’t be spoken, so he mindlessly followed the voice, reaching the border between the town and the forest. The boy suddenly realized where he was and tried to run back, but the voice struck again like a dagger to the heart, “Where are you going? Don’t you want to play?” The boy was completely sure that he was in danger but his body resisted and kept walking. Closer…. he was oh so incredibly close to the voice, and her grip was stronger when he was closer to her. His body stopped walking. Her voice was right next to him, then behind him, then on top of him… He realized that there were spiders all over his body, he screamed, cried for help. But none answered. He was bawling, begging for mercy, crying to be spared. “I said you’d be in one piece… However I didn’t say what state your body would be in.” A huge, horrifying spider appeared from the top of a large tree, it had to be at least as big as a horse carriage, the boy was now screaming his lungs out. And the thing smiled at him. She then bared her fangs and leapt. Edited by Sith, Oct 24 2013, 12:55 AM.
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