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There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!

what date is it????

uh november 3rd

why do you ask

did you have a rager or something and forget everything? happens to me all the time

Edited 2020-11-14 23:23 (UTC)

no

i just woke up in a fucking graveyard

and a month is just gone

fuck

a graveyard

god damn

are you at least okay

This is your OFFICIAL notification that the monster pinup calendar photoshoot has been delayed to January 18th, owing to blizzards, burning, alien flesh parasites, and death. Sorry for the short notice, but your friendly neighborhood organizers were trapped in a death hotel, so. Come on, are you really surprised?

In the meantime, this gives YOU more time to think about the shoot! As you're a Shade, your calendar month will be September, with the theme of Autumn. At least it's supposed to be Autumn... for some reason I've got a note here to provide you a chainsaw? Don't do a lumberjack thing, you might upset the Nymphs.

If you have any questions or concerns, or if you died and need to be excused, let us know.

- Harley Quinn

oh hell yes. i can totally do sexy september shit

are we gonna be able to see the pics before they get published or

Unfortunately not; it's not like these are digital cameras and we can turn them around to show you the preview. We're talking genuine 100% authentic film, here; we won't know what we're working with until the photographer works their magic.

I'll tell you what though, I've got a Polaroid camera! I could snap a couple of picks of your pose, for that instant gratification. What do you say?

oh hell yeah ;)

also would it be cool if i included my number on the calendar or something. you know. just in case someone wanted to hit me up

Sorry Slick; you'll have to depend on your winning personality to make that happen. But show up at the fundraiser when they come up for sale; you can make plenty of pitches then.

damn

well you win some we lose some

Hey uh, Ash?

This is nothing to worry about but can I come visit your place? This isn't a sex thing this time. I think something's wrong with me and I think I've done enough suffering alone to last a lifetime.

I promise I won't eat you, for the record.

[Comforting!]

[Ash receives the message and squints at it for a solid thirty seconds. He really doesn't want to deal with Phil's problems, but he'll look like a prick if he says no.]

you couldnt eat me if you tried but okay

yeah you can come over ill give you my address

[He casts a glance around the room that he's currently in. Beyond the dim illumination from the laptop screen light, the house is completely, utterly dark. Shades don't need to pay for power bills, or heat, or water, for that matter. Shades especially don't need to clean.

Needless to say, the house is in no state to receive guests. With a light sigh, he begins reluctantly picking up month-old trash from the ground to toss out the window.]

[About an hour or so later, Phil stumbles to Ash's place, looking absolutely exhausted. This wasn't quite as bad as the shitty EMP shit he had to deal with, but it was up there. He felt like he was dealing with low blood sugar and just feeling so hungry.

He knew it would still be a little while until he had to eat, that was the nice thing about being a fog supporter, but the fact that he suddenly has to think about it makes him feel so sick.

He said he was going to cross the bridge when he got to it, but he didn't think it would happen so soon, and come from the asshole kid who said he wanted people to not eat each other.

Phil barely knocks before letting himself in. He idly looks around the place, letting the building sink in, before he speaks aloud.]

Ash, your house is a shithole.

[A voice rings out from the shadows.]

No, shit. I don't have money to pay for utilities. They shut this place off a long time ago.

[From the darkness, a pair of stark white eyes can be seen. Out and about, Ash may have had a far more humanoid appearance, but here, in his own house? He's nothing a vaguely Ash-shaped silhouette, his form constantly shifting and flickering with static. Slowly, the shadow slinks out into the light to take a slightly more tangible form, albeit without any distinct features.

His eyes narrow. In a flat, slightly irritated tone, he asks:]

So, you gonna tell me what the hell's wrong, or didja just come here to insult my house?

[Phil blinks in mild surprise seeing Ash manifest himself out of nowhere, but quickly relaxes himself.]

Well if you needed a sugar daddy to pay for a nice house all you had to do was ask.

[He tries to smirk, but soon clutches his stomach in hunger.]

Y-yeah, funny story actually. You know how we're all turning into cannibal monsters, right?

I think that's starting to happen to me.

[There's a few reasons why Ash doesn't invite people over. One is because he doesn't have many friends to begin with. Another is because he feels some sort of dread about letting people see how far the place has gone without him bothering to maintain it. It used to be a nice, modern house, judging from the exterior. But during months since Ash took up residence, it's deteriorated purely out of neglect. Whenever a window broke, or the power went out, or a door broke off its hinges, he'll talk himself in circles about how he wouldn't be able to fix it anyways, or that he can live without it.

It would be absurd for this place to be considered 'liveable' in any sense. But it's his house, even if it is through a gristly technicality, and he's far too stubborn to move onto something different and better.

He replies quickly, perhaps a little more loudly than he intends to be.]

I don't need you to pay for shit. You ever see a ghost need heating in the winter? Didn't think so.

[Ash turns away, casting Phil a side-long glance.]

So you decided to come to me and complain about it. And what do you want me to do? I'm a shade--I don't eat people, I rip their souls out.

Sorry for trying to keep the mood light.

[He's quiet as he closes the door behind him. There was a lot of reasons why he wanted to come over, but mostly he didn't want to be alone right now. He was so tired of being alone, and if he had to desperately cling to the few people who don't outwardly hate him, then so be it.

Exhaling loudly, he rests his head on the door as he continues.]

Look, I don't want you to do anything I just... This is a lot to take in, you know. I'm not exactly used to this whole "becoming a cannibalistic monster" shit. I don't think I'm going to start going crazy and killing people any minute now, but I would like to process this.

[Ash falls silent for a few moments. He remains suspended in the shadows, staring at Phil. He hates that he knows why Phil is here. The sorry bastard doesn't want to be alone for this. Nobody wants to be alone when they find out they actually have to start eating people or draining them or...or whatever.

Ash didn't have a choice. He woke up hungry one day and tore someones soul out, and that was that. He had to sit and think about that aftermath on his own. Selfishly, he thinks to himself why he should offer Phil any sort of sympathy if he wasn't offered the same. Within moments, he regrets the thought.

Ash lets out a prolonged sigh.]

Okay, whatever. As long as you're not gonna wig out, that's fine.

[He rubs his eyes with his hand, a sense of exhaustion settling over him.]

If you're real desperate, I'm pretty sure I left a corpse buried in the front lawn a few months back. You can probably eat that.

Edited 2021-11-10 04:26 (UTC)

Well I guess eating a dug up corpse will make it harder for me to figure out if I’m gagging because I’m eating human flesh or because of the rot.

[There is a small, wry smile as he says this. It doesn’t last long however, as he buries his face in is hands and sinks to the floor.]

Ugh I can’t fucking believe this. That fucking brat seriously thinks this is an acceptable punishment? He really fucking thinks he’s better than the Fog for doing this to me?

[He’s speaking as if Ash already knows what he’s talking about.]

[Ash pauses. Something nags at the back of his head.]

The fuck are you talking about? Everyone gets their hunger eventually. It's a fact of life here, whether you want it to happen or not. The Fog's the bitch that does that.

[He sounds genuinely confused by this outburst. And then, he asks:]

What did you do?

[He's quiet. Why is he hesitating? He was blabbing about it all over the network. He had been screaming at everyone who supports Elias for being okay with supporting a kid who does this to people, shouting louder than any counter argument.

Why was this different?

Phil exhales, not meeting Ash's eyes.]

So you remember that Cube explosion? I helped lure the people out of the building before it blew up. I knew what was going on but that doesn't make it okay for him to make me want to eat people as punishment for wanting to save them!

[There's a lapse in silence as Ash stares at Phil in disbelief. He lets out a small scoff, placing his hands on his hips. He watches Phil, as if expecting some sort of sign that this is a joke of some sort.]

You did what?

[Ash sounds pissed, to say the least. He paces--no, he glides the length of the room, staring down at the floorboards as he does so.]

You helped blow up the fucking Cube? The fuck did you get yourself involved in that for?!

Because Elias was torturing us!

[His hands are balled into fists as he yells back, now looking at Ash.]

Look even if I could get over those fucking EMP things and didn't hate that kid, the other fog guys were planning it already anyway! What did you want me to do? Just ignore them and let people die? Try to fight a group of monsters when I can barely make a rain cloud?

[Truthfully he had no qualms with it but he's getting really tired of people acting like he could have stopped it.]

Jesus Christ, so you feel a little uncomfortable from the EMPs, big fucking deal! It's not anything that you wouldn't have felt when you were transforming normally--and you wouldn't be experiencing this bullshit if the Fog hadn't taken you and started turning you into a monster to begin with!

[His form buzzes with static and scan lines, becoming more undefined and intangible. It's hard to tell where the shadows end and the shade begins.

He thought that Phil was...well, he didn't think he was intelligent, per se, but he didn't think he was dumb enough to buy into that Fog crap. Especially not after seeing how limited Ash's form is after the Fog's influence. He seethes, aghast at how seemingly short-sighted Phil is acting.]

Big whoop, you got slammed with the need to eat humans earlier than you expected. You would've gotten around to that eventually, no thanks to the stupid cloud that calls itself a god. What the fuck did you even have to gain from joining in this stupid plot?

[Ash throws his hands in the air in an exasperated gesture.]

Actions have consequences, buddy. Ya shouldn't punch someone and being surprised at being punched back.

[Oh, this is rich, especially coming from Ash Williams, of all people.]

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