Wish fang would jack my lantern

>>86246703
Futa Fang fucks pumpkins

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If anon hadn’t arrived then Naomi would’ve been forced to fix fang herself

>>86246569
Holy cannoli it's a fang!

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Inshallah, Fatima

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>>86246908

Any fellow Canadacucks have a favourite Halloween candy?

What if James is impotent from the alcohol abuse and Ashfall's story is actually about how a relationship can thrive even without sex

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>>86246825
your coffee crisps, now hand em over.

>>86246868
Only closeted gay people believe that

>>86246868
Yeah the story is about how james and ashley bring in a bull to fulfill her sexual needs, but dont worry, james fulfills all her *emotional* needs so its fine

>>86245071
It's a horror image with Sam. It won't be finished in time I don't think. Better late than never though.

>>86246986
>The bull is for James

>>86247194
Nice

>>86246986
>"Don't comfort her, only i'm allowed to do that."

>>86247212
>its all part of james scheme to make her dependant on him
>the cold indifferent sex the bull gives makes ashley relive her past trauma every time
>every time she starts to spiral, James swoops in to comfort her, reinforcing her subconscious dependency on him

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>>86247538

>>86246986
The bull in question

>>86247028
More Fang's mom is always nice

>>86247324
Nerd ripped off Little Star…

I like Stacy

>>86247028
F y c

>>86247525
The other Sam. Tuah. Sam's attending to the treaters at the door. It gets weird when you short-form all the Sams we have in this community.

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>>86246569
BERY cute Fang O' Lanturn oh yes

>>86247591
Nevermind then. The last thing we need is more fankid slop

Nick that costume is too revealing for the party.....

Asked her to start farting and by God she did

>>86246986
Americans and Europeans are always the cuckolds

>>86247540
Does she have an identity beyond sex

>>86247622
Three bandaids isn't enough Nick...

>>86247623
nick...

>>86247623
Nick...

>>86247623
Nick…

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>>86247721

>>86247647
She is from Argentina and does Roller Derby

>>86247624
Mexicans*

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>>86247655
>>86247656
>>86247660
lmao

>>86247685
Can she do this dance?

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>>86247848

Do they have a favorite candy to get for Halloween?

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>>86247622
>>86247654
Nick cares not for John’s qualms.

>>86247818
Do you have a favorite cock to suck for Halloween?

Facts about Stacy:

>her favorite position on the roller derby team is lead jammer
>her favorite snack is empanadas
>she also likes to snack on sunflowers
>her mom's name is Rachel
>she has a sister named Daphne (possibly)
>her arch nemesis on the rival roller derby team is Snandra the Mosasaur
>She's not as flexible as you would think
>She's really good at 1v1 fighting games
>It is unknown if she actually has the power to permanently shrink penises

>>86244749
Goth cuties… goth beauties…

>>86247848
Why don't you tell me you stuttering fucking parrot?

>>86247884
to be fair, nearly all of those facts is just stuff buffy gave her. even then, a lot of vocal people didn't like the idea of stacy having any personality whatsoever

*throws Onision and Clavicular into a blender*
*blends*
*pours out Jack*

>>86247981
Or it's that people want her to be more of a "Stacy" like her namesake

>>86248030
dunno about you but I like Stacy having some semblance of a personality rather than being reduced to a vague personification of meme from 2011

>>86248121
You can have both and not be reductive but you seem upset and would rather just ignore that

I'm so lonely, Greene.

>>86248574
Elvira...
Maria...
Janet...

>>86248574
Greene isn't interested, Stacy. He's one of those fags who gets insecure around taller girls.

>>86248574
The shotgun in the corner of his room...

>>86248688
Greene doesn't buy shotguns because they're useless for real hunting, only good for suburbanite shit like trap

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>>86248574
>

Greene raped by Wario...

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ben

>>86248642
All big women…

>>86248713
have you ever been hunting

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>>86248912
>big women

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>>86249711 >>86257509

Storytime.

>Darkness falls across the land, the witching hour is close at hand…
>My dress catches the chilly autumn wind as I walk, the pale, brilliant moonlight illuminates the streets and bathes it with a silvery glow.
>Tombstones and cobwebs decorate the path, the sound of ghastly theremins and rattlely xylophones fill the air, the smell of sweet pumpkin spice fill my nostrils.
>At last, the Night is here!!
>The Night of the big costume party! No more cramming! No more lectures! No more stuffy auditorium gatherings! Just Halloween, out in my element with the goths and the freaks and the macabre!
>My entourage comes into view as I bend the curve. Sammy as always in a witch outfit, never trashy, always classy with a long robe that goes to her feet. Beside her, her consort in the most formal wear I've ever seen him in donning a wide hat and cane and Klaudia in a scandalous pink strapless dress.
>"Good eve, my fellow stalkers of the night." I give them a grandiose bow. "How are we faring this fine Hallow's Eve?"
>"Resplendent." Samantha responds, the 's' sound slithering out. "The Spirit World feels particularly close this Samhain, my magicks will be most potent for this soirée."
>"And how does this night fare you, Mr. Tall-&-Brooding?" I tease our masked compatriot.
>"How!" He raises his cane dramatically before bringing it down, striking the pavement. "A damp air is poor omen, it possesses one with sickness and alignment. It is good fortune, then, that I am present, to balance the humors of the indisposed, for this illness spreads far across the countryside."
>Sam swoons as he gestures and I follow with an eye roll. Aside from actually bothering to dig deeper into his wardrobe to complete his outfit, Beta is still the same cryptic schlemiel he's always been. Now he's just a well-dressed schmuck.
>"And you, Klaudia?"
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>>86249698
>"Oh this?" She looks down at herself, as if trying to clock exactly what she's wearing. Actually, scratch that— that's exactly what she's doing. You can tell by the way her eyes constrict with that permanent grin etched on her face. That's what Noma always warned about when I was kid about not frowning but she never said the same about smiling.
>Bare shoulders, knee-length dress, high heels, arm tights. Man that warm-blood must come in a handy on a night like this. She looks back up, "Well, I'm an undercover CIA spy. You know, like one of those spy film femme fatales!"
>I already know where this going, right into one of Klaudia's '''fun''' facts. "You know they really did employ women for stuff like that. Like Operation Midnight Climax, which was part of their silly mind-control experiment MKULTRA They even tortured a college girl about your age and got her to pee herself on command!"
>"Absolutely morbid as always, Klaudia darling." She remains unphased, as she is known to do. "So a vampire, a witch, a plague doctor, and a CIA agent out for the night. This assortment of spooks could have made for a good Tarantino film."
>Our troupe of terror descend down the street now complete in attendance. Sam asks as we march, "Might I bequeath from you, how did you learn of this affair?" Her speech shifts from kaye fabe. "Didn't really take you to be one to party much, Vee."
>I wink, "I heard from another gothy little birdie that this costume party would be the real deal. And for once I want to spend the holiday night on the town having fun instead of in my room behind a camera."
>Sam's eyes widen. Her persona returns to her. "Another purveyor of the occult? Truly?"
>"I'm surprised you haven't introduce us then!" Klaudia interjects.
>I maintain my confident strut as we walk-and-talk, "She's a classmate of mine. She loved my outfit, got to talking to each other. She hyped up this bash like no tomorrow, I couldn't not come at the very least."
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>>86249711
>Sam's expression twitches for a moment. "I see…"
>"Oh don't worry yourself, my sister of the night. It'll be fun! And there's no need to worry about studies or class, just an opportunity to let it all go to the back-burner for once." Sam nods in strong agreement, this semester's been a drag for her too.
>We arrive at the place, Bobby Pickett's bassy cadence from inside climbing down the stairs instilling in yours truly even more confidence, a classic appropriate for the season.
>Atop of the steps is the hostess of the night: Nina. The nothosaurus girl wears devil horns with a revealing but respectable amount of skin showing, especially through the dark fishnets. She's swapped her black highlights for red tonight.
>"Hiiiii~ Elvira!" She waves and beckons us over.
>"Sup girl, are these your guests you were telling me about?"
>"Yep." I turn to properly introduce them. "Nina, these are my friends Sam," awkward wave, "Beta," as emotive as a statue, "—And Klaudia!" who wriggles her fingers exaggeratedly.
>"Wooooow!" She swivels the admire the costume cohesion of the four of us. "You guys like, are really dressed up so on-point today. Super gothic and old-school, I looove it. C'mon on in, you guys are gonna enjoy the party!"
>I glance at Samantha for her reaction. There's some misgivings but I think she'll warm up once we're inside having a fine time.
>This room is ginormous. I remember saying she was well-off but this is blowing the socks off of any social event I'd run out of my house. It's pretty full of people ambling about too, some dancing, some drinking, most standing around and chatting.
>All of it is dark too, with some expensive sound system overhead. I guess her folks are used to throwing parties of this size if they have those installed. The room is lit pink and purple with mood lighting. Decorated with skeletons and spiders, so a +1 there.
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>>86249718
>The people though… Mostly guys, real fraternity looking types. Not that I can tell for sure without their shirts, they're all in costumes: mostly superhero dreck if I'm being honest with myself. Here comes one now in full spandex, good lord man.
>"Yoooo, you must be Kelly's friend! I'm her boyfriend, Thad." He bumbles up to me, smell of alcohol on his breath. I couldn't tell before with his way-too-tight-fitting Punisher costume but seeing his face up close he's a xenacanthus. "Come on in and make yourselves comfortable, get loose! It's gonna be a spoooooky Halloween party!"
>The meathead then turns to bump chests with some other CTE victim. Kelly, girl, you can do better than him. Turning to Sam, I fake my best smile. Not going to let these lugheads get me doubting myself now.
>"Well," I address the group, "it's a party, that means socializing. Let's make it a great Halloween!" A beat goes by as the track over the speaker changes. "Right guys?"
>"Sure, why not." Klaudia says blankly, smile still wide as she breaks away from the group to begin. "A drink doesn't sound too bad as long as it isn't Miller Light."
>The circle shrinks. Beta is the next to speak up, "Nay, I mustn't imbibe myself with liquor. Yet I won't abscond this festival without some indulging in some gaiety— indeed, these souls are in need of spectacle and I am of obligation to provide them such!"
>He struts away, more determined. I have no clue what he means by that and I get the feeling I'm going to find out in the worst of ways.
>"I… shall follow him." Sam catches up to be his shadow. Leaving me to my lonesome. Well! When in Rome, as they say. Surely there's somebody here who knows some real classic horror.
>And it's not the guy in the budget hockey mask that doesn't even have the right markings on it. Or the bimbo in the 'sexy killer nurse' costume. Or the dope in what is obviously a fursuit with a realistic werewolf mask on top.
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>>86249741
>Jurassic Lord help me, these secondaries don't know the first thing about good thrills and spooky chills. My eyes turn to another loiterer, a bary, standing by himself at a table absentmindedly scrolling his phone with a solo cup in hand.
>An unusually long turtleneck? White facepaint? Black messy hair? He's dressed up as Cesare, hallelujah— a real horror fan! Time for some quality discussion.
>"I *adore* your outfit, dear." He jumps, his attention. "Good to see someone with taste in real horror at this function."
>"Oh, uh, y-yeah!"
>"The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari is a timeless classic. Truly one of the greatest films of its era, wouldn't you agree?"
>"Yeah, totally! Totally." He clears his throat.
>"German expressionism is an acquired flavor these days, certainly not everyone's cup of tea." He nods nervously. "What's your favorite part of Caligari, praytell?"
>His facial expression changes and he looks as if in a panic the way his eyes dart aimless. Oh dear. "Um, to tell the truth miss, I-I wouldn't know. I… haven't actually watched it. Yet! Y'know, I just been meaning to b-but I haven't the time, is all, y'know?"
>Well. I can't entirely say I wasn't expecting that by his language but now I'm just curious. You don't *just* pick Cesare for a costume party. "Really? Tell me then, what inspired you to go as Cesare then?"
>"Oh! Buncha TikRok fan edits of him have been going around recently. I, uh, thought he looked really cool." He scrolls on his phone and shows it to me. Some phonk-y compilation of the silent film of all of Cesare's major scenes set to the beat. Actually a pretty good edit, but…
>"You know, you really shouldn't let yourself be spoiled by edits like that before you watch the film."
>He pockets his phone. "You're totally right." That I can tell is sincere at least. "But gotta find out some way in this day and age and he looked cool enough to win the costume contest they're having so that's who I went with."
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>>86249759
>Jurassic Lord help me, these secondaries don't know the first thing about good thrills and spooky chills. My eyes turn to another loiterer, a bary, standing by himself at a table absentmindedly scrolling his phone with a solo cup in hand.
>An unusually long turtleneck? White facepaint? Black messy hair? He's dressed up as Cesare, hallelujah— a real horror fan! Time for some quality discussion.
>"I *adore* your outfit, dear." He jumps, his attention. "Good to see someone with taste in real horror at this function."
>"Oh, uh, y-yeah!"
>"The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari is a timeless classic. Truly one of the greatest films of its era, wouldn't you agree?"
>"Yeah, totally! Totally." He clears his throat.
>"German expressionism is an acquired flavor these days, certainly not everyone's cup of tea." He nods nervously. "What's your favorite part of Caligari, praytell?"
>His facial expression changes and he looks as if in a panic the way his eyes dart aimless. Oh dear. "Um, to tell the truth miss, I-I wouldn't know. I… haven't actually watched it. Yet! Y'know, I just been meaning to b-but I haven't the time, is all, y'know?"
>Well. I can't entirely say I wasn't expecting that by his language but now I'm just curious. You don't *just* pick Cesare for a costume party. "Really? Tell me then, what inspired you to go as Cesare then?"
>"Oh! Buncha TikRok fan edits of him have been going around recently. I, uh, thought he looked really cool." He scrolls on his phone and shows it to me. Some phonk-y compilation of the silent film of all of Cesare's major scenes set to the beat. Actually a pretty good edit, but…
>"You know, you really shouldn't let yourself be spoiled by edits like that before you watch the film."
>He pockets his phone. "You're totally right." That I can tell is sincere at least. "But gotta find out some way in this day and age and he looked cool enough to win the costume contest they're having so that's who I went with."
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>>86249772
>No, wait. They're a bunch of them gathered around someone and cheering. Keeping the hedonists at a safe distance, I peer between the cracks of their encircled attraction to see just what or who it could be.
>Lo and behold, a masked physician keeps the commoners entranced with his performance of… a juggling routine?? Since when did he know how to do that?
>A plethora of items in a range of shapes and sizes alternate up and down, each at their own distinct speed by their weight. Beta's attention is entirely captured on this act, which looks like it started with balls at first, then empty beer bottles, then coffee mugs, and it looks like someone threw in a porcelain skull.
>"This guy is nuts, he juggles better than a gypsy!" An insensitive onlooker states.
>"Dude!" A compy mean-eyes him.
>Stepping inbetween them, I address the improv circus actor. "Beta, where in the world did you learn to do that?"
>"Distract me not now, baroness!" He admonishes, eyes focused entirely on the props. "The masses must maintain their jocularity, lest they be beset by madness and a choleric temperament!"
>I'm not even mad at the brazen dismal. Though his antics do get me to wonder aloud. "Where is your keeper?"
>"O, my madam?" He looks at me, then around. "Over yonder." No wait, Beta, DON'T—
>He points with one of the empty bottles in a direction, letting all of his props at once drop to the floor in a shattering cacophony. The crowd around us jeers and the mood sours immediately.
>"Aye, I feared this. Here." He tosses the skull he had caught in his other hand to someone in the crowd, I guess the joker who had thrown it into his line-up. "But the show must go on."
>He proceeds to pull out several sharp-looking disks with holes in them. I'm pretty sure those are weapons, hun. Who gave him those? Where did he find them? Not that anyone else bothers to ask as he wraps them around his cane and begins to twirl them and dangerously fling them around his fingers.
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The T-1Naomi...

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>>86249781
>The mood improves at the drop of a hat (not Beta's though, he's still wearing it— ah, there it goes into the performance) and they all begin "ooo'ing" and "ahh'ing" again. Wow, easy crowd.
>Beta might be enigma to me but he did at least point me in the right direction: literally. The only other person who understands him beside himself is toward the Beirut tables, seated at her own setup with a miniature cauldron she must've been hiding in her cloak somehow.
>I come upon a scene of gormless bystanders watching in awe as the black candles she must've also had hid are blown out and then, with a lit match, all three reignite to their delight. That old trick does wonders still.
>"Now, another potion." Sam pours several vials in different portions into the pot and stirs it around for showmanship before it begins to glow a bright purple. With an emptied tube she scoops it up and shakes it, causing it to emit a mist as the contents magically evaporate. The audience hoots for more.
>One of the less steady members stumbles forward, "Yooo, can I drink that? I wanna blow smoke out of m-*hic* my mouth like a fuggin' dragon."
>Sam wags her snout in the negatory. "Nay, this elixir is not to be ingested. Unless you wish to become a cadaver."
>Her words are naturally lost on the wannabe Smaug.
>"If you drink it, you'll die."
>"Oh yeah, that'd prub- probably be bad."
>The crowd disperses, moving to some other sideshow attraction. I imagine Beta has just done some other farcical nonsense that attracts the plastered mob to him like moths to a bug zapper.
>"You brought your own chemistry setup to this circus under your robe?"
>She smiles and assumes a haughty pose with her chin up, very proud of herself. "A witch must always be prepared to concoct tonics for all occasions, both the recreational and the arcane, m'lady."
>"At least one of us is having fun with it."
>The witch frowns. "What troubles you?"
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>>86249831 >>86257509

>>86249798
>Hot breath leaves my mouth to blow the hair out of my face. "So far this night has been a wash for me. This is most certainly not what it was made out to be, half the people here aren't even dressed as real monsters."
>Sam rises, her natural form takes over as she goes limb-wristed and lets her spindly fingers dangle. "Then why not take leave?"
>I grit my fangs. "Ugh, because I told my mom I'd have fun my way tonight and not…" I turn around to watch some future Darwin Award winner take a dive into a glass coffee table he tried jumping over. "*Her* way."
>Crossing my arms, I turn back to bestie. "And there's no way I'm going home early and letting her gloat."
>A skeptical eyebrow raises at my expense. "Pride beforeth the fall. But if thou wishes to retreat, hark, and I shall heed thy call."
>Thanks for the bode of confidence, sister. Alright, Elvira, let's just try to enjoy the bright side. At least the music is appropriate for the occasion right?
>https://youtu.be/QaZ_pORSKi8
>Right, at least I have that! And, could dance to. Could! Yeah, I could. And attract some pick-up artist to try his flowchart of 'smooth words.' Oh save me Andrew Gold, this girl's going through a rough night.
>"What's up, homegirl!" Nina croons her head around a corner as she comes over to me. "Liking the party? It's been like, so killer tonight, aghhh!" She says, giving her best Norman Bates impression.
>"Get it, killer? Like Jason?" Oh sweet summer child, that's not— Jason uses a machete, he doesn't stab with a machete unless it's through a tree or a house.
>"Haha, yeah, 'kill 'er.' You got it, Nina." I lean in and Nina lowers her closer on cue in the way only a midneck can. "But, if I can be real with you, hun. Ain't really feeling this party so far."
>She cranes her head to the side. "Why not?"
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>>86249812
>"It's just missing the soul of Halloween. I mean, the music's on point, but…" I gesture subtly with my hand. "The people, Nina. This is meant to be a Halloween costume party but these guests are a bunch of frats and preps."
>"I mean, that guy isn't even *wearing* a costume." I point to a human in casual clothes.
>"Ooooh, Fred? He's just in a Scott Pilgrim cosplay."
>"Really? Nerds aren't very spooky, sweetheart." I turn and Nina turns with me, so as to not catch the rando's attention. "Like where's the REAL costumes for the season? Or even for the contest?"
>The nothosaur raises her head. "Oh yea, me and the other girls already decided the winner." She points the prospective costume champion out. "Her over there!"
>"Nina… that's just a chintzy Vampirella outfit from Spirit of Halloween."
>"But she totally rocks it!" Her cow tits are doing most of the lifting on that end. "'Sides, this is like what Halloween is all about, yah?"
>"Not 'yah!' Halloween isn't about bimbos in slingkinis or jarheads in cape outfits! It's about ghoulies and blood and the morose! The terrifying and the disturbing! You know, the freaks, coming out at night and having the opportunity to be themselves on a night all about being strange and giving others a scare!"
>Nina gives a less-than-sincere wave of the hand in response. "C'mon Veera, Halloween's about dressing up and having fuuun, not about the weirdos. That'd be lame." NOT about weirdos!? "Maybe this like, isn't really your thing? Have you thought about that?"
>"Wuh—!? Not *MY* thing!?"
>"Whao, don't trip sis. Just saying s'all, maybe being home by yourself so you be as weird as you want is more your speed."
>"Is that an insult?"
>She throws hands in supplication. "N-no, I'm like just saying, no judgement, girl. That's just like what this is about, you know?" The audacity! "Look, if you chill out instead of tweaking out, you can join me and the gals to do the séance in the graveyard."
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>>86249831
>I huff and lower my volume, I am VERY chill. I put my hands on my hips. "I'm the one who gave the idea."
>"And I'm just saying we don't need that kinda energy, you know? Phantoms don't like the bad vibes."
>This girl is unbelievable. "You know what Nina, you enjoy communing with the dead. I'm going to find a way to properly enjoy this Halloween."
>Storming away, I pass two of the partygoers who look like they just saw a ghost, their tails tucked between their legs scurrying from something as they briskly pass me. Shortly after them I see Klaudia.
>"Oh, there you are, Elvira! I was starting to wonder if you got lost in the midst of these eventual overdose victims. How has your evening been?"
>"Less than stellar." I groan. "Did you say something funny to those two guys I just passed?"
>Glint shining in her sociopathic eye now. "Oh yes, them! I was just telling them about my latest dissection for class. I even got to show them photos!"
>Well, at least someone in this vista knows how to give people a scare in spite of everything. I can't help but snicker as I shake my head in disapproval. "I figured by the way they looked like they lost all the blood in their faces. Doubt they wanted to see any of that."
>"It was informational and medically educational!"
>"Klaudia, there's nothing medically educational about a stegosaur's infected gall bladder." I'm just glad now that they decided to not lose their lunch all over my dress as they raced by.
>My tail flicks around. "In any case, I'm ready to leave. This has been an utter sham. Nothing like it was advertised to be…" A twinge of bitterness in my voice.
>The human girl straightens her arm tights, "I suppose I'll follow you out then. A shame, I was hoping to talk to some real students of anatomy about my studies when you told me it'd be a real party for a crowd of eccentrics. Though it wasn't entirely unexciting tonight."
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>"Uh huh, sorry you couldn't torture more poor souls with your shock photography." I stand on my tiptoes to see if I can spot my ptwin. Sam catches my scoping and I nod strongly, and she does so in return and begins navigating through the crowd to me and Klaudia.
>"I take it as our cue to depart?" The lanky ptero inquires.
>"You know it. Let's blow this popsicle stand."
>"Then let us make haste."
>Now, just to find— AH! Speaking of scares for Halloween, my snout collides with Beta's 'beak' who has decided to appear suddenly and without warning.
>"Someone really ought to put a bell on you."
>"The malady has spread too far." He goes on a tangent. "The afflicted have lost their temperance and quaff rotgut at a disorienting pace. Let us retreat, then; the coroners shall find them in usual condition."
>Back under a starry sky, the cool air returns, now with a melancholic mood. I stop on the opposite side of the street and just stand for a moment, not so much lost in thought as I am lost without it.
>"Is something the matter?" Samantha's the first to break the silence.
>Realizing now I've just been ogling the moon like a non-figurative lunatic, I snap back. "Nothing, just…"
>"You guys don't think I ruined the night, do you?"
>A gallery of confused looks.
>"No, not really." Both Sam and Klaudia say, not quite in harmonized unison.
>Shaking my head. "Just feels like I was the only one not having fun. I was so hoping to meet a bunch of other likeminded people tonight. You know, just, genuine horror fans and off-color types. I got so hyped up that when it didn't meet my expectations, it…" I trail off.
>"I'm sorry if I brought the mood down for you guys and made you feel like you had to leave with me."
cont.

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>>86249887 >>86250403 >>86257509

>>86249855
>"Oh, don't be too hard on yourself, Elvira." Klaudia says, the exclamation point missing from her usual tone. "Parties are always like that: debaucherous, far too noisy, and full of morons. Really, I only came because I knew you three were going."
>Sam shrugs with a smile. "The alchemy was lost on the plebians anyway. The lot of them would have drank mercury even if they watched me transform it from gas or solid if I didn't keep it away from their prying hands."
>Beta tips his hat. Guessing that's enigmanese for "same here."
>Sam places her hand on my shoulder. "Sorry tonight didn't go the way you wanted, Vee. We can enjoy it still anyway you see fit, party or no, costumed or casual."
>"Aye." The faux-doctor steps forward to join Sam in her words of encouragement. "Fret not, baroness. For though many people will walk in and out of your hut in life, only true friends will leave footprints on your heart."
>"Aww, you guys…"
>The moment is broken as a rowdy gaggle of girls, in audience with a large shark man, bumble down the stairs and begin heading down the street. Nina and her boyfriend with her cheer squad, she must be going to do that séance.
>At once, I get an idea. I think I've found a way to properly enjoy this Halloween, just like I told her I would.
>"Alright team, huddle." Surprised hesitation at first before they do in fact huddle, a thing we've never done before. Now that's friendship.
>"I'm thinking of doing some tricking instead of treating this 31st, give a certain group of girls a good scare." They all nod. "They're heading to Pioneer Cemetery, and I know the old gravedigger Drampe keeps masks to spook the tourists in his hut onsite. Now, who here has the best zombie impression?"
>Sam perks up, "Oh, Beta has the best moans!"
>…
>Both of them blush. "Um, I mean zombie moans."
cont.

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>>86249902

>>86249876
>"You still practicing your ventriloquism, Beta?"
>"Verily."
>"Perfect. Let's beat them there, hide out of sight, and show them not to trespass on our graveyard, huh?"
>"Technically the cemetery's public." Klaudia's amendment is met with silence. "But sure, terrorizing locals sounds fun. Maybe not entirely legal, but fun!"
>We're all onboard then. Now to break huddle. "Break!"

>They gather around the mausoleum, hand in hand. The posers couldn't even bother to buy real candles for the ritual, just glowsticks stuck into the muddy soil. Not even all a single color either, talk about lack of synchronicity.
>They sit. "Ugh, I would have brought us like, towels or something if I knew we were going to be sitting on the grouuund."
>"Don't get it in a knot, Kelly." Nina responds. "It's like part of the process. Trust."
>"Yeah brah. Trust!" Thad echoes.
>"This place is a little too creepy…"
>"Keep it calm, Cassie. The spirits don't like bad mojo, you know?" Nina clears her long throat. "Now everyone, quiet and heads down. I'll start the séance."
>Looks like we're almost on. They lower and Nina begins her spiel.
>"Oh spirits of the graveyard, restless souls on the other side. We have gathered here on hallowed ground to reach out to you. If you're there behind the veil on this special night, give us like, a sign."
>You'll get more than a sign. On cue, Beta projects his voice across the crypt. Low and deep but unmistakably audible.
>The girls raise their heads and look around. It wasn't loud but they all know they heard it. Now to fool them a little, I give Beta a cue to stop with a gesture.
>"What was that…!?"
>Silence. Hold…
>"Alright guys, just keep your pose." Nina shuffles, trying her best out of all them to keep composure. "Let's try it again, but we have to be still or like, the ghosts will get angry, okay?"
cont.

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>>86249887
>After a while of no other noise, they hesitantly return to their position. Nina resumes, "Spirits, if that was you, please know we're here in peace. So like, commune with us?"
>Hold…!
>Nothing. The group untenses from the lack of the eerie sound now, more at ease. Just as I planned it.
>Nina almost gives a sigh of relief. "Okay, restless spirits, if you are here with us, give us another sign."
>"Y-Yeah, it'd be kinda lame if they were restful spirits, yah?" Chuckling follows.
>You should be careful what you ask for. On my cue, Beta resumes, this time his groan more forlorn and agonized than before. The group jumps, no denying it now. They all heard something, and they know it sounds bad.
>Time to rise from our graves, Creeps!
>Another anguished bellow is accompanied by Sam rising, slowly and unnaturally until she's straight up. The rebel rousers all get to their feet, disorganized confusion and fear in their indistinct babbling
>Nina tries to maintain order. "S-Spirit, what do you want…?" An anxious, almost regretful question leaves her mealy mouth. The figure before them answers wordlessly, a single, crooked finger lifting languidly up to point directly at them.
>Now that causes some real panic. The girls begin to scramble before, like the hiveminded sheep they are, hide behind Thaddeus who puts up his dukes like he's about to throw hands with the undead.
>"THAD, DO SOMETHING!" One of the girls shrieks.
>Next is my turn to appear, now to their left as Beta heralds my reanimation with a baleful growl. I fake-stumble, intentionally wobbling and shaking my legs to give the appearance of the unsteady, shambling corpse I'm suppose to be appear more genuine.
>Perpendicular from me Beta himself finally joins the hoard of wights descending upon the ossuary. Although he's an overachiever as always; he articulates his arms under the dirty sheets we found with the cane that evidently disassembles in two.
cont.

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>>86251298 >>86255649

>>86249902
>The moving scarecrow-esque creature shifting his joints around is too much for the co-eds. Nina scream this time, "THAD!! STOP THEEEEEEEM!"
>The selachian's chest starts to heave up and down, hyperventilating. All at once, he moves forward and—
>"I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!!!"
>…runs away like a complete coward. Well, helps us at least knowing he chose the flight part of the reflex instead of fight! The three of us begin to close in on the remaining horror film victims.
>And just like horror movie victims, they absolutely have no sense of direction nor coordination. They trip, fall, and fail to look around them before trying to find which route is the best, or just unobstructed, to flee. A few run into me, then Sam, then Beta, before finally figuring out to take the one side we didn't flank.
>They dart right past us before trying to round the shortest corner to the gates they came from when another spectre pops out from behind. Klaudia was the only one who opted not to pick a mask and instead used white facepaint we obtained from a certain 2nd place to "accentuate her features."
>"Boo!"
>Oldest scare in the book and they all look like they've soiled their panties with Klaudia's jumpscare. One of them even falls on their ass before they scatter and run for the hills.
>The four of us watch in glee as the fake goths become smaller and smaller in the distance. You know, trashy and cheesy as they can be sometimes, I think I finally understand why slashers always target teenagers.
>It's because those kids are just *so* annoying.
END

Happy Halloween!

Happy dumb nigger day for dumb niggers!

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>>86249981

Sooge?

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>>86249968

>>86249957
glad there's a day for you to celebrate

OMG I LOVE NIGGERS I LOVE NIGGERS SO MUCH PLEASE LET ME KISS A NIGGER OMG

>>86249990
Ludbud...

>>86249759
>>86249772
Were these supposed to repeat

>>86250172
Fuck.
>Oh right, Kelly had mentioned something about a contest. "Is there a prize? I thought it would just be for glory and fun."
>Shrug. "Mostly, yeah. But also they're giving away a gift card for Chipotle. Think it's like $100? And I really need to save all I can for this college dorm life."
>"Ah, I see." So not a true connoisseur of the arts, just looking for grub. Not the worst intention for a secondary to dress as such a deep cut classic. Still, not the likeminded horror fan I was hoping to meet.
>"So um," he tugs at the turtleneck, "you… doing anything tonight after this?"
>Sigh. "Don't push your luck, bub."
>"Shoot." Your shot, you did.
>Sauntering away from the rejection club, now I need some other entertainment to latch onto. Everyone else's definition of "fun" seems to subscribe to my mother's playbook of getting shitfaced drunk. Eugh.
>A certain ring of a John Carpenter tune enters my ear canals: a Halloween pinball machine? Michael Myer's mask stares eyelessly into my soul as I approach it. Sure enough, that's what it is.
>… Well, what better time to play the Halloween pinball than on the namesake holiday itself? Too good to pass up! Finally some seasonal fun.
>I launch the ball, watch it rattle down aaaaaaand—
>realize I don't… really know how to play pinball.
>Flailing the paddles sporadically surprisingly doesn't help, the silver balls all ping off the bumpers and each one falls into the failure hole. Didn't even get a free ball.
>A clip of Dr. Loomis lamenting my ineptitude is my reward. Me too, Donald Pleasence, me too.
>That was a wash. Why do they even have this thing out? No one else seems to even be interested. They're more invested in getting smashed and doing beer pong. Ugh, it really is like all my mom's stupid stories from her youth.
cont.

My bad.

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>>86246569
Cute Snoot’O’Lantern, I unfortunately didn’t carve pumpkins but had a good enough time giving out candy this year, Hope everybody had/is having a good halloween too.

Nigger moment

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>>86250354

>>86250289

>>86250314
Guys just rambling because he dislikes halloween

>>86249876
>Sam perks up, "Oh, Beta has the best moans!....Um, I mean zombie moans."
Sam got Beta to participate in her more 'intensive rituals' lmao

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>>86250218
No worries anon, it was a very fun read. Nice work!

What if Fang's name was "Sierra Knightley"

>>86250552
GVH would have sold 99999999999999999999999999999999 copies

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uoh

Tis the season of the nigger nig nig nig nig nig, nig nig nig ger

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>>86251557

Don't awaken her...

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>>86250742
Exquisite lyric, my son

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>>86250742

What if some anon starts hiding steganographic malware in the pngs he posts to /snoot/

Gonna make a cynthia special cocktail.

Its half and half monster energy and mt dew. Anything else you guys suggest I add?

>>86250880
Piss

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>>86250924

Happy halloween snooters

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>>86250847
>steganographic

No bill cosby shit but if i see a dino sleeping i'm touching them

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>>86250955 >>86250963 >>86251023 >>86251070

>>86250907

>>86250924
He's going for elviras buh

>>86250924
Looks so rapeable

>>86250924
protect the baebeh

I want to have a reverse gangbang with the spooky trio.

>>86250924
Kick the baby

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>>86251185 >>86251213

>>86250218
Excellent story
Thanks for writing, and Happy Halloween

>>86251173
Oghh sexy legs

>>86251173
This whore is showing her ankles!
How preposterous!

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>>86251384 >>86251473

>Oh boy, a greent-
>Fankids
>MFW

>>86249923
>>86250218
I love da spooky month and spooky snoots…

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DfGFJxRttxl putting this on for the goths

>>86251252
skill issue

Are there any anons here who are goth irl?

>>86251413
I sort of am

>>86250880
Add a toothpick with an olive on it to make it even more like an alcoholic LARP

>>86251420
Absolutely owned by the Sferatu himself. Adorable work anon!

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>>86251528

>>86251252
Yeah same
At least it's nice and spooky in here though

>>86251420
Cute

A Fang Gang lieutenant uses a toothpick even when he hasn't eaten.

>>86251360
wish the party I was had something themed at least…

>>86251420
Never meet your heroes.

>>86251473
lmfao

>>86250796
>Amber gingerly approaching, desperate to ask her to get the box of candy that’s tucked above the fridge

>few minutes ago
>walking down hotel corridor back to room
>little kid runs out of laundry room
>blocks my path
Me: "Outta the way."
>kid's mom runs over
>grabs his wrist
>"THAT'S RUDE!!!"
>*smacks the shit out of the poor kid*
>"NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!!!!!"
>meanwhile, I walk away, a little weirded out

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>>86251654

>>86251557
Damn shortoid.

>>86251528
>licking masculine faggots at oslo
What a weird thing to post anon

>>86251592
A literal gremlin under them.

>>86251557
>"You approach the mistress, and ask of me such. And in turn I ask of you; what in return have you for I?"
>"...you can have some."
>"Granted, young one. Now follow."

>>86251632
weird projection

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>>86251768

Short OCs reaching the top shelf be like

This with?
https://x.com/nippiestkrankie/status/2116539471898288538?s=46

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>>86251730
>Erin and Milhouse have a tall partner so they can reach the top of the fridge
>Jack and Amber having to join forces to combat their taller siblings (they just get pushed over and start squabbling over whose fault it is)

>>86251755
an air strike to kill all niggers and fat women

>>86251795
trying too hard

>>86251755
Need her to rip ass in the ocean. Would cause a tsunami

Sad news... Stacy was mortally wounded in a freak accident... She passed away before the ambulance could arrive... RIP...

>>86251891
For every inch she stole, a year from her lifespan was lost...

>>86251938
Make them scissor

>>86251938
Cosplayed as her daughter...

>>86251938
She's still got it

>>86251971
Now I want to see the custom official KO_OP Fang-themed safety scissors merch... The blades = the snoot...

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>>86252175

Nick this isn't a Halloween costume, you're literally just robbing a jewelry store...

>>86252164
Imagine her farting in that and feeling it snake all the way up to her head and giving herself pink eye…

The fart anon is just screwing with us... There's no way a person could actually like the smelly stench of farts... r-right...?

yawn

>>86252263
>tucks you in

>>86252263
>pats you gently on the head after tucking you in

>>86252263
>breaks you in as my gimp slave

Would you cuddle GayNaser

>>86252556
Here's nonny.

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>>86252662

>>86252542

>>86252542
yeah

>>86252576
Is that GayNaser

>>86252662
>Not 24/7 breeding his absolute goddess of a wife
Yeah, pretty gay imo

>>86252678
her tail thrombosis is acting up so she needs a break

>>86252678
He isn’t into fat bitches.

>>86252721
Why'd he date Naomi then

>>86252942
She is not a fat bitch.

>>86252942
shes only fat in the spiderverse

>>86252721
*warsmith voice*
let me handle her

Naomis MASSIVE ass...

*listens*

https://mynoise.net/NoiseMachines/thunderNoiseGenerator.php

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E2 Ashley

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>>86253384 >>86253447

Halloween Party was crazy...

>>86253351
I'm guessing from the fact that you have this image saved that your repulsive stench kept everyone away from you, or that you didn't go anywhere at all.

why is bro so mad

>>86253416
dunno

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>>86255901 >>86258837

>>86253351
>What do you mean the party was crazy, Greene? You, Maria and what's-her-face were literally nowhere to be seen

>>86253010
That's cope

>>86253384
bro's projecting like crazy

>>86253521
I think he hates Halloween...

ewww somebody posted something illegal on 8chud

>>86253710
Don't even want to look but it wouldn't be the first time

>>86249903
Ok seriously what is her diet?

This with Nova in her garbage truck
https://x.com/shivertv01/status/2071898779502903406?s=46

>>86253710
what is it

>>86253956
Yes.

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>>86254225 >>86254932

Happy Fangoween bros

>>86254192
draw fankid porn for me for free please

>>86254225
Anon that image is old

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>>86246569
>OnlyLoseMeLeg is real

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>>86254553 >>86258802

best I can throw out there for now, fashionably on time.

>>86254510
Pour cold water on this thing for being a weirdo

Is anyone else constantly getting logged out of snootbooru lately?

Black no.1 by type 0 negative is actually about elvira

My god Nick is so hot

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>>86254942

>>86254192
Hello Seven, Happy Halloween to you too
>>86254051
>>86253765
Its a link.

>>86254932
A link to what is the question

>>86254942
Some kind of search browser, literally have never seen the link before so assume its illegal

What if stand to evolve or devolve things

Finish your mod.

>>86255333
I think there are like 3 stands that do that

>>86249923
well written and in perfect spirit of the holiday! well done!

>>86253447

>Inco accidentally enters the Black Lodge
>walks through a hallway of red curtains and black and white chevroned floors
>enters the waiting room and sees Jack singing Sycamore Trees
>Cynthia enters in a red suit and dances to the black chair
>The lights go out and a strange flickering strobe light falls over everything
>Inco realizes just how badly he’s fucked up as Cynthia slowly turns in her chair and stares at him

Halloween is finally fucking over and I couldn't be happier

>>86256055
It's one day a year Jack. Relax.

>>86256055
World's Most Joyless Loser award

>>86255569
I want to see Bowser’s Evolve Ray from the Super Mario Bros Movie 1993 type deal, slightly devolve before hyperevolve to fit a scenario something, for example

>>86256060
Nah Jack is jolly fucker that loves Halloween. He just doesn't like Elvira who celebrates Halloween all year round.

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>>86255961
Need this with James

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Which characters

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>>86256555

Nova and?

>>86256345
Nick’s dad

Do you think Petunia suffers midneck discrimination from other longnecks

>>86257037
would a longer neck or a shorter neck be considered as a beauty standard

Pe2nia
Pe3nia
Pe4nia
Pe5nia (final version)

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>>86257371

>NNN
See you faggots in 30 days. It's time for a long break.

>>86257225
Good luck dumbass

NNN is a bizarre fad

>>86257388
It's only a challenge for people with next to no self control like snooters here

>>86257459
nah

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Basil

>>86257388
>NNN
It's a fun meme challenge that's like kryptonite for gooners

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>>86257607 >>86257613 >>86257640

>>86249698
>86249711
>>86249718
>86249741
>>86249759
>86249772
>>86249781
>86249798
>>86249812
>86249831
>>86249842
>86249855
>>86249876
>86249887
>>86249902
>86249923

v:< the fucking skeleton on the bottom right scared me

>>86257509
deserved

>>86257509
You forgot the repeat: >>86250218

>>86257509
Bad to the bone

So.....What is your favourite trope in sci-fi or fantasy media, and which one annoys you the most??

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>>86256858

>>86257682
Alternate universes are great if written well

>>86257682
I dislike grotesquery / grotesque death

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>>86258097 >>86258255

still Halloween 4 me. sohopeU enjoy.
>the moon was sitting above the small rolling hills by lake Dora
>The money was good and had paid for a whole tank to take the weeping older woman this far out for her service
>”it was my little brother, Stephen. Do you need a picture?” she cried. And gave her his picture along with the eight hundred dollars for the service
>She would in fact, and held in a small jar of aged vinegar and animal vaginal yeast to keep.
>A little boy with a cute smile. He wore red and blue jeans. The same clothes he wore after he disappeared 14 years ago.
>At least that's what valarie was told.
>The drive to the spot was pretty quiet . save for Mary's boyfriend.
>Big tall and dumb, he tried consoling her, saying all this was just a way to take her money.
>Well, he wasnt entirely wrong. Seances’ werent vals thing, it was her mothers. But she really needed that eight hundred dollars. And, she was going to use the Weight board for the first time and this was too good an opportunity to pass up.
>”We’re almost here. Nate, Cathy, get the supplies out the back, I’ll handle the board, and the string.”
>her helpers were members of her “ghost” club at school. They were volunteers. Everyone knows Valarie was the real deal. They’d seen what she could do with cards, and candle sticks. Conjuring a visage from the underplanes was a treat they weren’t going to pass up.
>It feels, thought Valarie, everyone's in this thing for themselves
>They pulled off to the side, thirteen miles from town and set up the ingredients for the seance
>”Make sure you don't mix up the yarn with the rope Cathy. And one of you tie the rope to the handle there and the other end to your waist.”
>val turns to Mary who was still weeping, “I need you to talk about him as we walk ok?-”
>”You’re an evil bitch.”
>”What?”
>”This is wrong what you’re doing to her. He was nowhere near this place; when stevie died they lived in West Virginia"

I wonder if the Halloween-hating Anon was for real

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>>86258043
>Val didn't look at him as she grabbed her tool bag, “The spirits go where they’re called. If Mary evokes his memory, it'll draw him.”
>”Bullshit.”
>Val took a breath. And turned back to him “You don't have to be here, You can stay with the car, this wont take long. IF you want to join us” she pulled on the rope tied to Nate, “just follow this”.
>Mary began to sob again, and the group walked into the woods.
>It was a slow walk, it wasn't a trial they were using. The spot was an abandoned flat area, supposedly used by cajun voodoo mystics. A terrible fire had eaten this part of the woods and the old town to a point that no one came back or wanted to rebuild.
>they said where the fire started, nothing still grows. Valaries mother had called it the Flat.
>Cathy was ahead of the group with a red flashlight. Valarie and Mary walked behind her, Mary was talking about Stephen's favorite cartoons. Nate, ignoring Mary, stayed a bit behind to ensure his line wouldn't catch on anything
>Some mapping with a tuning fork, from fellow wiccans had discovered that there was a junction of ley lines in the area. It was Valerie's mother who believed the junction had to have been where the fire had begun all those years ago; the Wiccans believed what those old cajun mystics had released was hellfire.
>It was a few minutes until they reached the clearing. And began to set up.
>Cathy worked quickly to put cypress ashes, salt and Indian sage mixed in thirds. And poured it in a large circle.
>Nate set up the yarn and sticks from out of Valarie's tool bag, along with the spelling board and a large drill shaped weight, and, lastly, two ornate knives.
>marys boyfriend stomped out into the clearing and joined them in a huff. Saying he didnt want to leave Mary with a bunch of creepy brats; valarie carried on and Nate and cathy sat facing one another with the board set in the middle of the circle
>The board was a 200 year old Fuji, its letters were Latin

>>86258097
>a large candle was lit between valarie and mary. And a yarn was tied onto sticks stuck into the corners of the board and were tied to each other to make a border
>Valarie had Mary cut her palm, and dress the yarn string with her blood.
>When her boyfriend protested she accosted him in a shout.
>Valarie gave Mary the drill weight tied to a string “you’re going to hold this weight, when It starts, itll swing and where it stops at each swing it'll be over a letter, you read it out loud to us. Don’t read it to yourself.”
>”And Joshua, dont speak during the seance, we need to focus”
>”Oh I'm quiet as a mouse over here”
>Nate and cathy, each with their blades held it over their forearms.
>Valarie took a breath, thought of her mother, and began.
>”Oh lespri, Ablethoth, nou sipliy ou pou ou pouvwar pou ed nou kominik avek en lespri ou-”
>nothing. Valarie gave nate and cathy a nod. They began to cut their forearms.
> “Loquatur Stephanus. Loquatur.”
> the drill did not move.
> “Helaug. Belietyu. Nuilesve. Unergie.-”
>Fuck, was mom wrong? I did everything perfect.-
> “H.” said mary.
>Valarie looked, and yes, the drill shifted. It was swinging from the center to the letter H.
>“he’s here.”
>Joshua stood up and asked to stop this.
>”Stephen?”
> “E. R. E.”
>Ok, good, we’re getting somewhere.
>”Stevie?”
>Val lit another candle, “Mary, ask simple questions, or we’ll be here all night, we dont know how long he can be here.”
>“Stevie. Are you angry with me?”
>...
>”N. O.”

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>>86258205 >>86258255

>>86258113
>“Nate, lay your arms down in the dirt. Cathy raise yours up.”
>“Stevie. Do you miss me.”
>Stupid bitch why’d you ask that
>val tried to hold her annoyance, “Mary, thats too-”
>“N.O.”
>....
>“What do you mean stevie? I miss you. Do you want to see your niece?”
>“Mary thats too much, ask something simple”
>Valarie spoke to her but something had gripped her eyes. It was blackness. Beyond the circle cathy drew around them the moonlight disappeared and so did the woods. It was like they were suddenly in a very small dark room
>Valarie looked to Nate, he noticed too. And took out the blade and began to draw more blood
>“Can I speak to him, Mary?”
>Mary was softly weeping.
>Joshua was livid
>“is this stevie? Are we talking to Stevie?" asked Valarie
>....
>.....
> “N.O.”
>whats that mean, valarie?”
>val did not know. she didn't speak. she imagined what her mom would do.
>...she’d find out its name...?
> “Valarie?”
>”To whom are we speaking to? You are trespassing on our service, we’ve paid a toll to speak to a spirit, you’re indebting yourself to another power. I ask again, ‘Who are you.’”
>...
>”Mary, what's it say, Mary?” asked Valarie
>She was mouthing and her eyes were staring out into the dark. Valarie smacked her.
> “Cathy, get her.”

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>>86258147
>the weight moved in a pattern over the board. Joshua was yelling now, and tried to get Marys hand from the weight.
>Mary obviously hadnt listened to Valarie, and so Valarie had to read from the pattern.
>She spoke the letters:
“I.A.M.T.H.A.T.I.S.”
>The candles had blown out. Mary fainted and fell over the board, spilling the candle. Nate also crumpled to the ground like crushed paper. Moonlight came back, adn so did the woods, and so did the eyes.
>joshua had screamed out and made a run from the circle, pushing Cathy out of his way. He kicked the salt from the circle as he ran, and was gone. Cathy tried to fix the circle
>“no time. Light the candle and take Mary." Cathy was a stego, she could hold her. Gotta get Nate.
>Nate was woozy but the things he heard from the tries as Valarie dragged him through the brush woke him in a start and he ran past them, with the colored yarn around his waist swinging widely behind him. The trio followed.
>Valarie was second to the car. She yelled at Cathy and Nate not to look at the woods behind them as they piled in; Mary was laid in the back seat. They didn't trouble themselves looking for Joshua.
>He’d be found two days later dehydrated, delirious, missing a right hand and suffering a broken left leg. He was a 280 pound Baryonx.
>Valarie, Nate and Cathy would be questioned by the police extensively, but none of them ratted. Mary would never pay that eight hundred dollars. She’d never return to West Virginia, in fact.
>To this day, no one knows what became of Mary Hertson. And upon return visits to the Flat. Valarie would see the grass growing from where they had spilled blood. And the Flat seemed to have grown a little wider, or perhaps she was seeing things
A quick thing. wanted to play with this girl. i hope you all had a good Halloween! its now nov 1 st for me. dont fuck with magic and always pray when you feel a little off. keep ur eyes peeled for this gal in da future! ;)

>>86258205
aagghh spelling mistakes galore kiling myself now for my wife....

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>>86258317

>>86258043
>>86258097
>>86258113
>>86258147
>>86258205
fug

What if Fang lived in a world where all A's were replaced with Z's and she was called Fzng

>>86258260
Znon

>>86258276
Zionism.

>>86258284
Oh my god

>>86258255
thank you so much!

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One last spook

So is Naomi Ye's handler

Uranium fever. But replace uranium fever with romanian asshole.

I follow nothing but furry artists, but my twitter feed these days is entirely full of those sped-up "satisfying" videos with captions reading out what the speaker is saying. And they're all from arabic/chinese/indian accounts