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spiderling-space · 4 years

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Henlo Liho-san~! A new follower of yours uwu May I ask for hcs of how the dorm leaders would react with having an f!s/o who is mostly respectful and polite, suddenly about to throw hands with someone as they may or may not have said or complained about the dorm head they were dating. It was not a compliment in any way or form- I hope I didn't cross over any rules! But if I had to pick 5 out of 7 of them, it's Riddle, Azul, Idia, Kalim, and Vil. Thanks a bunch if you notice this~! Good Luck!!♡♡

Hey yo Nocturne! I know of you from liking I and Brew’s OC (twisted-whimsies): Mozerella Trein and a couple TW related posts of mine.

Prefects and Vice Prefects are exception from character limit.

After finishing this, I realized I wrote something between a ficlet and headcanon. I hope you’ll like it though 💕

My German knowledge is bugging me to write Vil’s surname with ö instead of o yet my order-loving side is telling me to stick to how it’s written in TW

Before I start I’m gonna add a quote from a fandom of mine 👀 one look at my OG blog would reveal which fandom it is.

“Fallaces sunt rerum species”

Meaning: The appearances of things are deceptive

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle can handle himself. At least he could before his overblot episode. No body dared to talk behind his back.

But now he holds back, not using his unique magic frequently anymore which caused some students think he became too lenient and a couple students started to abuse this leniency

Every time someone tries his patience he counts to 10 internally or just ignore them. Don’t get him wrong, he still sticks to rules and makes his dorm follow the rules but he cannot force people to stop talking about him

Today is going to one of the days when he would ignore any bad mouthing because he is with (Y/N), the sweetest person he ever met

(Y/N) already saw at his worst when he overblotted. He doesn’t want her to see any more incidents such that.

He and (Y/N) decided to take a walk in Rose Gardens as a date. Then decided to get into Rose Maze, holding hands strictly for to not get lost.

“Prefect Rosehearts became such a softie. He is no longer fit to be our prefect.” “He never was. Mommy Issues needs to go back to kindergarten.”

(Y/N) and Riddle were in East side of Rose Maze when they heard 2 Heartslabyl students talking which made (Y/N) stop in her track. Riddle tugged her hand to move on but she didn’t budge.

“Riddle, honey, either push away those bushes or I’ll climb over it and have a nice chat with them.”

“There is no need.” — “okay then I’m climbing”

And she did. Riddle didn’t know how but she managed to go to other side of bushes by climbing to them.

“Hey jackasses! Would you like to say that again?” The two students were shocked to see Riddle’s girlfriend jump from above. “Wh- what?”

“I asked if you wanted to say those to my face.” And no answer.

Meanwhile Riddle was on the other side of bush walls, listening what’s happening.

“Did Riddle or did he not manage to increase Heartslabyl’s average grade?” “He did...” “Did he or did he not helped your dorm to have better ranking at Magift?” “He did...” “Did he treat you unfair ever since he fixed how he acted?” “No...” “Then what makes you say he is unfit? Is it because he is more tolerant on rules? Is it because he cares how his dorm mates feel?” No answer again. “I hope you come to your senses now because next time I hear something like this will be the first and last time you taste my wrath. Are we clear?” — “Yes ma’am!”

(Y/N) climbed over the bush again and landed in front of Riddle. With a kiss to his cheek, “Just because you give less punishment doesn’t mean you need to let people bully you. If anyone else acts this way, I’ll have a talk with them.”

She held his hand and pulled him into the maze again. Meanwhile Riddle was still wondering how his girlfriend climbed over a maze’s wall.

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Leona Kingscholar

Leona is used to people bad mouthing about him back in his palace. While in Savanaclaw, his dorm mates respected him and didn’t dare to oppose him. That is until they saw his vulnerable side during his overblot accident.

He heard a couple dorm mates say “He can’t do anything by himself.” “Good for nothing.” “All that lazy lion does is sleep.” “He must have lack brains to repeat the same year over and over again.”

He is used to ignoring them and sleeping it off. And his favorite pillow, (Y/N), helped him to dismiss their thoughts.

Leona only asked (Y/N) out because he figured she would be great body pillow. Certainly not her lively and cheerful attitude, nor her bright smile.

Leona asked (Y/N) out for a night date in Savanaclaw. It’s because he wanted to nap in his dorm. It’s absolutely not that Savanaclaw lounge looks romantic at night.

When (Y/N) arrived, she unfortunately heard those.

Leona tugged her arm to lead her to where their date suppose to take but no avail.

“Hold my purse, kitten.” (Y/N) handed her purse to Leona and went where those dorm members stand.

“Hey there is something in your face!” The main jerk looked up “Huh?” Proceeded with a punch to his face. “It was PAIN!” And ended with the guy falling to ground, holding his nose.

“Does anyone else have something on their faces?” The remaining ones shook their head in NO. “Good.” She turned on her heels and went to Leona’s side.

All Leona could do was admire her right hook. He did not think how she wouldn’t feel out of blue in Afterglow Savannah if she were to live there because women in his hometown are strong and fighters.

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Azul Ashengrotto

(Y/N) first caught Azul’s eye when she sat down for 7 hours to read every single detail in his contract and demanded a change in certain conditions. Azul refused to make contract with her then offered her a job in Mostro Lounge.

With persuasion from the twins, Azul gathered courage to ask (Y/N) out. And she accepted.

They often stayed late hours in Mostro Lounge to spend some alone time.

After their quick date followed by closing of Mostro Lounge, Azul walked arm in arm with (Y/N) until the mirror passage. As they were walking, 2 Octavinelle student were messing around.

“Look at me! I’m the crybaby who hides behind two eels!” — “No one is making contract, I’mma cry now!” — “Maybe I can turn my crying into money. I can sell all the ink I cry!” “Nice one dude!”

One look to Azul’s face, (Y/N) understood he would deal with them either personally or the twins would play with them.

Not today Satan!

(Y/N) let Azul’s arm go and slowly approached the duo. “I am (Y/N), you can’t insult my boyfriend like that; prepare to die... socially I mean...” — “What are you saying?”

“I don’t have patience, time nor crayons to explain this to you but I’ll let you on a secret. Sometimes a nasty rumor, which doesn’t have to be true, can ruin someone’s entire school life. Maybe telling everyone your secret wish that you once asked from Azul or you offering a different type of payment to teachers to pass the grade.” — “You can’t do that!” — “I can and I will unless you cut the crap, ask for forgiveness and work for free in Mostro Louge for a week.” — “It’s a deal!”

Azul came to (Y/N)’s side as the two boys run away. Azul once again saw his angelfish using her wits to get what she wants. He knows she didn’t need to do that but he is flattered by the fact that his girlfriend wants to protect him.

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Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim asked (Y/N) out after spending time together after Jamil overblotted.

He is still the sunshine bean that brings smile to everyone’s faces. (Y/N) is as cheerful as Kalim and that’s why he hit it off

Kalim took (Y/N) to another carpet ride as a date. She loves the feeling of wind on her face on top clouds.

As they returned to the dorm, they heard a couple students talking.

“I don’t care what Jamil did. He was right! Kalim is unfit to represent us. After he became prefect, we became the last at everything.” — “How many Kalim can change a light bulb? None because he is too idiot and too incapable to change one. Hehehehe”

(Y/N) saw tears building up on Kalim’s eyes then she snapped. She made carpet to fly over them in law altitude then she jumped down in front of them. “Surprise motherfuckers!” Before anyone can understand what happened. (Y/N) kicked the one that made bulb joke between his legs then held and twist the ear of the other two. “You have 10 seconds to reconsider what you just talked. I suggest not to waste time.”

The trio tried to dismissed what they said but the glare they received made them comply. “Prefect Kalim, we are sorry to make fun of you.”

Kalim as the personification of sunbeams forgave them. Then turned his attention to his beloved. He was impressed by how she jumped down and was ready to protect him without any hesitation. He never thought someone as kind and happy person as her could hide a fighter in her. Not going to lie, he loves seeing this side of hers

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Vil Schönheit

Being with Vil is exhausting. Don’t get her wrong, it’s not him (Y/N) is complaining. It’s the people around them.

(Y/N) started paying more attention to her appearance

(Y/N) was waiting for Vil to get ready, sitting on his bed. Vil had free time that day and they were going out.

As they went out of the room, whispering ensued as always but this time, for the first time, a Pomefiore student bad mouthed about Vil.

“He is compensating his wretched personality with his looks!”

Vil isn’t someone to care opinions of a no-mark but (Y/N) is

“Hold my earrings, my love.” (Y/N) took out her earrings and handed them to Vil. “I’m going to snatch his wig!” — “He’s not wearing a wig...”

“I take it you weren’t burned with overabundance of schooling. You think you’re a Gucci but you’re not even Lacoste. Now apologize before I think your face needs a makeover.” — “Gucci? Lacoste?” — “And I suggest hide your jealousy better. You can’t get near Vil as a fan and you try to make up for it by talking about something that you have no idea on. Honestly I am jealous of people who haven’t met you.”

(Y/N) waves back the boy, going back to Vil’s side then putting her earrings again.

Vil is quite pleased what has occurred. Not only he saw how (Y/N) can destroy someone with just words but he also saw a glimpse of what she thinks of him. Maybe he should hire some people to insult him so he can see this side of hers again.

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Idia Shroud

Idia tries everything he can to stay in his room but there is an anime con that he and (Y/N) are going so he needs to get out of his room.

Idia and (Y/N) dressed up as his favorite anime couple.

Idia left his room voluntarily without any compulsory reason! It became a quick hit topic in Ignihyde.

Idia and (Y/N) went to anime-con and Ortho tagged along to record the ordeal.

They had to return early because some drunk in the con spilt juice on (Y/N).

So they returned NRC then Ignihyde. Ortho left for somewhere as Idia and (Y/N) walked in Ignihyde lounge.

“He doesn’t even go Dorm meeting but doesn’t have a problem with going a stupid con! Idia is an embarrassment to Ignihyde! All he does is play games and ramble about them!”

(Y/N) coughed gathering attention from the group.

Idia freaked out by being in highlight, hand pulled his chest, eyes widened.

“Baby, get behind me.” (Y/N) stepped in front of Idia and strutted to the Ignihyde student that was shit talking. “Pick a God and pray.”

The boy gulped. “Wh-What?!”

“Did I stutter?”

“I don’t know what—“ He threw his hands to air in frustration. (Y/N) grabbed his wrist, twisting and pulling his arm. The momentum caused the boy to fell face forward. (Y/N) still holding his arm twisted, “Now, dear, you’ll apologize and promise that you’ll never speak of Idia that way. Then get out of my face or else..” — “Yes ma’am!” The boy did as he was told.

Idia couldn’t guess in a million years that his goody two shoes girlfriend was capable of pulling this stunt. What he saw right now made him think the fighter beautiful ladies in anime. It was like a dream come true for him.

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Malleus Draconia

People feared Malleus for a really long time that he couldn’t remember anything else.

People avoided and tend to talk behind his back yet those didn’t reach insult level.

Who was stupid enough to dare that?

Malleus asked (Y/N) if she wanted to explore Diasomnia dorm and hear about the gargoyles of Diasomnia.

Of course she would love it. She loves when Malleus goes on about gargoyles for hours. And she is the only member in his club. Plus nightly strolls are their dates.

“He has no friends and no body loves him. For goodness’ sake, his intimating aura makes rest of dorm unapproachable! Can’t he just be gone already!?”

No genius is needed to know who that Diasomnia student was talking about.

Malleus’ mood turned sour immediately. He could curse that boy but this would only prove those wretched rumors.

(Y/N) finds Malleus’ sulking face extremely attractive (he is too attractive to be real) but no one has any right to upset her beloved.

“I’m about to end this man’s whole career.”

“Dear, wait me here. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Off (Y/N) went to defend Malleus’ honor.

“Hi there! Couldn’t help but hear you. Have you ever thought you have no friends because you’re an ass?” — “Who do you think you are? Oh it’s you.” — “It’s me Mario!” — “Huh???”

“Now now, let’s talk shall we? All you do is complain yet you don’t do anything to improve anything. You hold others accountable when you fail while there is no one but you to blame. You’re so wrapped in your tiny bubble that you can’t see outside world. That’s what small minded people do. Whoever told you to be yourself simply couldn’t give you any worse advice.” The guy was left speechless, gaping like a fish out of water. “Close your mouth or else you might swallow a fly.”

(Y/N) went back to Malleus side, winking at him. His heart skipped a beat, thinking this was such a queen act. Defending her beloved with her words. To be fair, Malleus finds everything (Y/N) does a fitting trait for a queen, the way she rambles, snorts, breaths, smiles...

Malleus only wishes he met (Y/N) ages ago.

#riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #prefect #female reader #headcanons #heartslabyul

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yan-twst · 4 years

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Hello! Can I get a HC where yandere Riddle, Ruggie, Azul, Kalim, Epel and Malleus reaction when they discover that MC (crush) has a other secret admirer? How would they be when they saw MC happy with a gift from this other admirer? Thanks and I looove your writing 💕

riddle rosehearts

his blood boils when he sees his crush happily gushing to their friends about the “secret admirer” who left a gift on their desk- how dare someone do that?! that’s riddle’s crush, not for anyone else!

if his darling hasn’t opened the gift yet, he’ll try to distract them so they maybe forget about it. he’ll act cordially and as regal as he usually does, striking up conversation to try and take their mind off the damn gift

he isn’t dumb, though. he knows he can’t steal the gift- he isn’t sneaky enough, and his darling would surely suspect him. it makes him incredibly mad, but he knows his limitations

he’ll be very annoyed at the whole thing. not only does he have someone competing with him for his beloved’s affections, they’re trying to win them over with material gifts?! that’s so distasteful- riddle will try to hurry up his courting, inviting his darling for every unbirthday party

he’ll also leave anonymous gifts, but it’s no secret who they’re from, judging by the neat pensmanship and the rose + heart motifs. he’s silently daring his rival to try and one-up him; go ahead, try to get closer, riddle won’t have any mercy once he finds out who it is that’s trying to take his crush from him

he might also hurry and confess; he can’t take any risk, after all. he has to show this damn rival of his to not mess with the queen of hearts and his belongings.

ruggie bucchi

he’d roll his eyes and huff when he heard about how his crush received an anonymous gift from an admirer. jeez, what is that person, a little kid on the playground trying to impress their crush with flowers they picked or something? ruggie is thoroughly annoyed at this person

his darling sure seems excited about this gift from some rando- it sure would be a shame if it went missing, wouldn’t it...?

well, if they liked it so much they should’ve taken better care of it! that’s what ruggie tells himself when he silently swipes the unopened gift from his darling’s backpack

oh, he has no problem repackaging the gift if he likes it and giving it to his darling in person, he really doesn’t. he pops up with some cheesy generic line- “oh, i heard someone took the gift you got yesterday, and i felt so bad i got you something! it’s not much, but here” and suddenly he’s the hero!

he so hopes the bastard secret admirer is watching as he re-gifts their gift. after all, they’d be the only ones who could tell what ruggie had done, and he has no regrets. hey, it’s a dog eat dog world, if he doesn’t make his moves then what if he loses his crush to some random weirdo?

this secret admirer can try to send letters and gifts all they want- ruggie has no trouble intercepting them. really, this bunch of nobles and rich people in nrc are all talk and no show! if this coward wanted to woo ruggie’s crush, they should do it in person; but if they’re sooo shy, ruggie will keep using all their gifts for his favour until he confesses. suck it, secret admirer! his darling never even knew they had another admirer other than ruggie.

azul ashengrotto

so that’s how it is? well, he can’t blame whoever’s also fallen for the one he likes; they are a pearl amongst the darkness of nrc, after all. but... they’re his! sure, he hasn’t confessed yet; he hasn’t had the time to properly get his darling to love him too, but...! they’re his!

when the tweels tell him about how this rival admirer left a little gift for azul’s beloved in their dorm, and about how happy they seemed... azul seethes

but more than seethes, he panics internally. he’s still very aware that his overblot exposed his more pathetic side to people; what if his darling now thinks he’s some good for nothing crybaby and they end up going for this secret admirer?! the thought makes him want to go cry in his room, but instead, he steels himself

a secret admirer might be charming, but... is there anything more charming to the surface dwellers than a gentleman who takes his beloved on fancy food dates and covers the bill? he’s going to swoop in and give his darling the best date of their lives at monstro lounge

he’ll also send the tweels to track down who is trying to get his darlings from the shadows; there’ll be no more anonymous gifts in a long time, not when the tweels “accidentally” break this little admirer’s hands

kalim al-asim

aah, he understands why someone would want to give his crush a secret gift- they’re so beautiful, he understands! but... aw, he wants them!

kalim is absolutely not used to having someone try to take away something he wants, so he’s going to respond immediately with aggravation.

whatever little gift or letter the secret admirer sends, kalim gives to his darling tenfold. a flower on their desk? kalim buys out a whole flower shop and has it delivered to his darling’s dorm. a small love poem taped on their notebook? kalim has the land’s most renowned musicians come and sing beautiful words for his darling in the schoolyard.

there’s no winning; kalim has pretty much unlimited funds, and he makes sure to attach his name to all his gifts. his darling will be so overwhelmed by kalim’s extravagant gifts, that the little anonymous admirer will be left in the dust

luckily, kalim won’t try to have anyone track down the secret admirer: as long as they understand the one kalim loves is out of bounds, it’s ok! just don’t go for what kalim already owns, ok?

epel felmier

oooh, he hates it. he has to hear rook go on and on about how ~romantic~ it is that epel’s crush got a gift from a secret admirer, about how beautiful and lovely it is and blah blah. god! it drives him insane

it’s like his dorm leader and vice dorm leader are rubbing salt on the wound that he has to compete for his crush, having to hear about what a romantic gesture the gift was.

epel doesn’t want to be a secret admirer! he’s a man, damnit, and he’ll show himself face to face! ... augh, but he doesn’t want to confess just yet... still, he’ll give his beloved gifts of beautifully carved apples, trying to one-up the secret admirer

isn’t he braver for showing his face? he is, right? surely his darling will appreciate that!

... if the secret admirer keeps sending gifts and letters, epel might turn to rook in a moment of desperation. surely, a master hunter like him could help him do a stakeout to find out who it is leaving those damn gifts, right...?

once epel finds the secret admirer, it’s a short while before they mysteriously fall sick. not enough to kill them, but enough for them to understand what happened. the message epel is sending is clear- back away. he had his eyes on his darling first, so don’t even try

malleus draconia

finding out someone else has their eyes on the one he loves leaves a bitter taste on his mouth. of course, he understands why people would cherish someone as sweet as his beloved, but...

even though he hasn’t confessed, he feels a deep attachment to his crush; he wants them, wants to keep them, his draconic instincts telling him to hoard that which he likes

hearing that this other person who’s after his darling’s heart has sent them an anonymous gift to them makes him seethe- they are his. HIS!

malleus has no hesitation in sabotaging the gift; placing a curse on it and then warning his darling about the “danger” of the gift, and of course, once a teacher checks it, they’ll confirm it is indeed cursed! oh no!

good luck to the secret admirer: trying to avoid being found by sebek, silver, AND lilia is impossible. they will find them- and then, they’ll let malleus do whatever he feels they deserve

he wants to court his darling at his own pace, without anyone putting pressure on his back- getting rid of this secret admirer is simply what he had to, wasn’t it?

#yandere #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #ruggie bucchi #azul ahsengrotto #kalim al asim #epel felmier #malleus draconia #Anonymous

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fazbear--cooperation · 3 years

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Wow this took soooo long and it looks sooooo bad/ Click to Keep Reading a little mini snipet below// ______

"Let's play a game!" Three boys sat around a table in the far corner of one of the spare rooms at Fredbear's Family Diner, while the last one, who had spoken, preferred to sit in the middle of the table itself. A number of items were strewn around them - consoles, clunky cell phones, leftover paper plates and cups and instruments. A drumset was set up in the other corner, but they weren't allowed to play during business hours in case it disturbed any of the other customers in the building. So the gang of four boys were trying to come up with a way too keep busy. It was August (1983) and school would be starting soon. But there were still a number of days to fill until then. "How about spin the bottle?" One of the boys, who wore a Freddy mask, looked pleased at himself for coming up with this idea. "My dad's got a lot of leftover beer bottles from a party we threw last weekend." "You mean, the party your dad threw while your mom took you out for a haircut at the barber shop, Adi," the leader of the gang, in a foxy mask, knew for a fact Adi, whose real name was Faddei, was a pretty big pathological liar. "Anyway, it's just us guys. Who are we supposed to kiss? Each other?" At this, Adi's face turned red and he pointed at the boy in the Foxy mask. "Shut up, Matt! I was going to invite a bunch of girls I know. 'Sides, how did you know I was at the barber shop anyway?" 'Same way I know you're lying about those girls,' Matthew thought, taking a bit of soda in a cup and tilting his head back to down what was left of it. But he swallowed and wiped his face with a napkin, instead offering, "I saw you on my way home from the grocery store." This was, of course, a big fat lie as well. But unlike him, Adi wouldn't know any better. "I was thinking more like, Twister!" The boy on the table spoke up again, as his Chica mask slid down his head, so half his words were muffled. Whether his head was narrower than usual, or the mask was bigger than the rest of theirs, the kids did not know. But it happened often. "What are we, five? Grow up, Cash!" Adi snorted, putting his feet up on the table to kick Cash in the shins. "Hey!" Cash (who's real name was Cooper, but Adi insisted on calling him Cash because Cooper was, in his own words, "very lame") winced, and scooted out of Adi's reach. Matthew leaned over and whacked Adi's head with the back of his hand. Adi was about to protest when Matthew gave him a cold glare, and he shook his head, reaching for a slice of pizza. "Sorry or whatever," he mumbled in between bites. Satisfied with that apology, as it was probably the best one he'd ever get out of the spoiled rich kid, Matthew stood up and suggested, "We could play Truth or Dare." It was his favorite game, for obvious reasons. He liked knowing things that nobody else did. And this method made it very very easy for him to pry the deepest secrets from his friends. "I love truth or dare!" Cash clapped his hands eagerly. Adi rolled his eyes. Still, it was better than sitting around arguing all day, so he agreed. "Truth or Dare it is." "Who's going first?" Cash took the time to glance over all of them in turn. "Jiji," Adi shot his foot out again to kick the quiet kid in the Bonnie mask who had, until now, been surveying a pamphlet they'd found earlier in the back alley. It was an advertisement for some dentist or something. None of the other boys understood why that kid loved to read the most random things, from the grocery adverts to the discount car sales in the paper, but they didn't bother questioning it. Jiji, or Benjamin, was a very odd individual. And pretty much every thing he did could only be explained with, 'because it's Jiji.' Jiji shrugged and, setting the pamphlet down, nodded his head toward Matthew. "Faddei start." Adi pushed his seat back and stood up, eyes locked on Matthew. "Truth or Dare?" From the mischievous look on his face, Matthew knew he had something on his mind that he wanted the shorter boy to do. It made him slightly uneasy, and he chewed his tongue for a moment, hesitating. Usually, it was rare for any of them to pick dare. After all, when they were stuck in a diner expected to be on their best behavior, it wasn't often they could find things to get away with daring each other to do. What if he got in trouble? Still, he didn't want the satisfaction of Adi calling him a chicken when he said 'Truth', so he narrowed his eyes and met Adi's gaze, even though his heart beat slightly faster. "Dare!" "Okai!" Adi seemed pleased, very pleased at that. And he pointed at Matthew, resting his other hand on his hip. "I dare you to scare that crybaby brother of yours!" "How am I supposed to do that," Matthew asked, as if he genuinely could not think of a way. He was stalling, however, because he already knew what Adi wanted him to do. He could hear it as loud as if Adi shouted, and it echoed in his own head before the words left Adi's lips. "Duh! You're already wearing the mask! Jump out at him and do the scream! C'mon, it'll be hilarious!" Cash was already snorting at the thought as well, and he punched Matthew playfully in his arm. "Dude! Yeah, you have to do it! I'd love to see the little runt start bawling." So much for innocent, kind-hearted Cooper. Matthew bit his tongue. He could only swivel his head to see what Benjamin thought. It was his last chance, because generally all three party members had to agree on a dare before it were allowed to take place. Maybe Benjamin would talk some sense into them. Maybe Benjamin would make them see what a dumb idea it really was. But no such luck. "Sure," Benjamin gave his signature half-hearted shrug. 'Should've played Twister,' Matthew cursed himself silently for suggesting the game in the first place. Still, he wasn't about to let the others think for a second he wouldn't do it. He couldn't have anyone looking down on him again. Not after he'd finally earned their admiration. They'd see now. There was nothing he wouldn't do. And besides.

What was a bit of harmless teasing?

#fnaf #fnaf 4 #five nights at freddy's #fnaf 4 brother #Matthew #OFG #I got all those screenshots from the game #but the one on the left is from Piemation's animation lol

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howtohero · 5 years

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#204 God Brawls

Superheroes like to present themselves as the ultimate forces of good, and frankly, that’s just good marketing. Why would anybody ever come to you for help if you were only like the second or third most powerful force of good or, heaven help us all, the fourth or fifth most powerful force of good? Yet, as it transpires, superheroes are often not the ultimate force of anything except for excessive capes, and even that’s up for debate. Have you ever met Cloakus, the self-proclaimed (maybe?) god of capes? That dude has got excessive cloakery down to a science. And that’s just my point (sort of), it’s hard for any mortal, superhuman or not, to claim to be the ultimate anything, since there will always be some deity or mythological powerhouse from some pantheon or plane of existence that’s been doing it better and for much longer. These beings are often obscenely powerful, aggressively petty, ostentatiously dramatic, and overwhelmingly insecure to the degree that they need everybody to call them gods.

All of these factors also means that these beings are just incredibly irritable all the time. It also means that there’s nothing stopping them from doing something incredibly petty to another all powerful being. Think about it, if you were incredibly insecure while also wielding potentially-universe-destroying-or-at-the-very-least-destroying-it-as-we-know-it-because-as-we-all-know-matter-cannot-be-destroyed-but-it-can-be-turned-into-an-ice-cream-sandwich-no-problem power and you found out that there was some other guy out there who also purported to have god like abilities, wouldn’t you teleport into his golden cathedral and prank him to show dominance? I know I would. (A prank? How about scattering their still-living body parts across throughout time, space and the multiverse. See, this is literally the reason nobody has granted you unlimited power, you think too small.) Oh please like you also wouldn’t just toss a boston creme pie in their face and call it a day. (Let me out of these infernal parentheses and I’ll show you what I’d do!) No! So, with all of these unquantifiably powerful beings antagonizing each other, it is not unheard of for Earth, which remember, is under your protection, often gets caught in the crossfire.

Normally when you come across two people in outlandish costumes with improbable abilities fighting, you’d do well to ascertain which one of them is the good guy and which one is the bad guy and then launching into the fray alongside your fellow do-gooder. But when the gods fight, that kind of thinking goes right out the window. Even if you’ve, in the past, fought alongside one of these awesome figures at some point in your past, you should not assume that they care on iota for you or your world. They’re simply way too far above you and your mortal, small-scale perceptions of good and evil. Sure at one point you teamed up to prevent another dimension from bleeding into yours but while you were doing it to save lives, they were simply in it to protect their real estate. In the grand scheme of things, Earth is completely beneath their notice, and if they’ve happened to have chosen it for some kind of prophetic ultimate battle against their brother or their counterpart in another Pantheon. (Gosh, remember that 3000 year bar fight between the Greek Dionysus and the Mayan Acan over who could get mortals drunker? They really dragged that one out. {Quit your whining!) don’t think you can just pop in and try to appeal to their sense of benevolence. If these people were interested in saving their lives they’d use their awesome power to be heroes, not gods.

So if there are deities raging in your neighborhood (trust me you’ll know) you have to immediately rally anybody you can to get down to the battle zone and try to clear it of as much civilian life as you can. Every teleporter, speedster and space bus (except for of course the Hedonian, the space party bus that has been keeping the party going since the dawn of space, we would never try to infringe on the eternal party. Please carry on like always.) needs to be on hand to ferry people away from as wide of a radius as you can. When it comes to warring titans, no berth is too wide to give these people. Fights can explode out of control with no warning, you’d honestly be safer getting people off world. (Try sending them to a world that has already been completely destroyed by this specific godly wrestling match. The gods have too much pride to ever ravage the same planet twice during the same fight.)

Once everybody is as safe as they reasonably can be when two guys dressed like they’re going to a frat party are dueling with the concepts of strife and rage made tangible, it’s time to just kind of do your best. Which sounds bleak but if you’ve got a good crew of superheroes with you, it could be a lot of fun. Like we said, these self-proclaimed gods are bunch of whiny crybabies (yeah that’s right! Come to our house and smite us you whiny crybabies!) just like anything can launch them into a millennia spanning cosmic thumb war, there’s no telling what could get them to stop. So let’s get creative:

List of Things That Definitely Maybe Might Get These Piss Baby Drama Queens to Stop This Nonsense:

Rig up some speakers, get Morgan Freeman on the line, have him tell them to stop it right this instance in his smooth heavenly voice.

Open a portal. Get lots of shoelaces. No wait get the shoelaces first ah dang it dang it, Half-Face McGee fell into the portal. Dang. That guy has really bad luck with portals. I wonder what this is going to do to his face. Sorry guys, that’s on us, we should’ve waited until you had everything ready before we told you to open a portal. Ok, well, moving on then. Get a bunch of shoelaces. Tie ‘em together to create a giant tripwire. Then open a portal to somewhere far away and trip one of the warring titans into it. The other guy might construe this is a tactical retreat on the part of the god you’ve banished and dive through the portal in pursuit. If not, then just do the same thing a second time.

When trying to stop a couple of gods, call in one of your own. Remember that time we had you preemptively trick a trickster god in order to gain their respect. Well its time to call that chip in. Trickster gods have eons of experience in manipulating other gods into doing what they want. Just sit back and leave it to The Real Skeev Shady to take care of things.

Project cartoons into the sky. This actually worked once. The two gods, I wanna say it was Hades and Greg the Skeleton King, had never even heard of cartoons before. Apparently cartoonists and animators get tortured by one of the other rulers of the underworld. But they were so entranced and, quite frankly, positively delighted by cartoons that they made peace right there on the spot and opened up their own animation studio in Burbank.

If you’re dealing with weather deities, try breaking out one of those weather manipulators that you’ve confiscated over the years. You may think its unlikely that Earthly mad science would be able to compete with Zeus’s might, but hey you might be surprised, those guys are definitely dedicated to their craft.

You and a buddy should dress up like the two gods and then roll up to the battlefield. You might get struck down for your hubris. You might make these mythological meatheads feel super awkward and send them running home to change. (Just keep doing it over and over again every time they come back in new outfits.)

Hop on over to Venus, or some uninhabited asteroid, or Universe Designate 3.19∑7 aka the BarrenLand. Then channel your inner ancient deity write the pettiest and dismissive letter you can, fill it with backhand insults and some front hand insults for good measure. Then send the letter to these gods by raven with a stamp on it that tells the gods exactly where the letter came from. With any luck they’ll be so incensed by the myriad of insults that they’ll take their fight over to one of those uninhabited places.

Snacks? Like a dump truck filled with snacks? Do we think that might work?

Try offering up some sacrifices or incense to the gods to gain their favor then, beg them to leave. (If you need a human sacrifice, Professor Paleontologist personally told me that he’s always been fascinated by the prospect so I think that means he’s down.) Ooh, argh, I really can’t condone that but... hm... Ah, no. You can’t sacrifice Professor Paleontologist. Don’t sacrifice anybody.

Loudly talk about how lame Earth is and say, within earshot of these divine dolts, that no cool person would ever be caught dead there. These insecure infinites will have no choice but to pack up and move on to somewhere else. For fear of being deemed uncool. Which would totally harsh their vibes.

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What Makes the Sky Blue - Chapter 8: The One

Whoops, sorry about the delay. I got caught up in both GW and then the new story event.

Summary:

During the fall a mysterious presence manifests and calls (Captain) a singularity, wishing to know the extent of (Captain)’s power and determination.

(Captain) awakens on Lumacie to the sight of overjoyed friends. Sandalphon, on the other hand, is beset by rage at the utter failure of his plan- that’s when the supreme primarch, Lucifer, appears.

Lucifer foresaw what would come to pass and worked behind the scenes to foil Sandalphon’s plot. He absorbs Sandalphon into his own core, thanks (Captain) and company for their efforts, then disappears with the other primarchs.

With peace restored to the world and reconstruction under way, (Captain), Vyrn, and Lyria continue their glorious adventure across the skies.

Episode 1: During the fall a mysterious presence manifests and calls (Captain) a singularity, wishing to know the extent of (Captain)’s power and determination.

The clear blue sky stretches out as far as the eye can see. How much time has passed? Has it been hours or mere seconds? Up is down and right is left. All sense of time is gone. Lingering in (Captain)’s head are visions of Vyrn, Lyria, and everyone else in the crew.

[Flashbacks start]

Vyrn: Say, are you serious about leavin’ the village?

Lyria: You should have seen it, Katalina! This hero saved me! It was so… heroic!

Katalina: Thank goodness she hasn’t been injured. Have you two been protecting her?

Rackam: If you plan on calling yourself a crew, you’d need at least one helmsman on board before anything got started.

Io: Nice to meet you… I guess I owe you one. Thanks.

Eugen: Hey! Nice work. You caught the ragtag bunch, eh?

Rosetta: Oh, I’ve gone and frightened you… little old me! You see I’m but a poor, defenseless woman.

[Flashbacks end]

Countless precious memories flood through (Captain)’s mind as consciousness gradually fades away. A mysterious roar sounds, and a voice speaks to (Captain).

Great One: Child of the Sky… I am the dawn and dusk of creation. I have come to you as you near the brink of death. The time has come to test your strength and resolve as a singularity.

The gravitas and divinity felt from each breath compels obedience.

Great One: As a singularity you are one of the seeds holding sway over the fate of the world. The contrasting fates of the crimson dragon and the girl in blue by your side will bring about much hardship. Much like the cataclysms the world has just overcome. Knowing that, you still reach for the ends of the skies?

> Absolutely.

Great One: …

> I don’t believe in fate.

Great One: To believe or to deny is your choice; regret will come either way.

Great One: The intertwining fates of the two will ultimately bring about the ruin of all worlds. Whom will you choose when that time comes? Your crimson friend or the one who shares your soul?

> I’ll save both of them.

Great One: What a bold thing to say.

> That time will never come.

Great One: What a strange thing to say.

Great One: And now for my final question. What is it that drives your conviction? How do you so fearlessly embark on this journey toward destruction?

> My friends make all the difference.

Great One: I suppose that is what gives you strength as a singularity.

> I’m not alone.

Great One: I suppose that is what gives you strength as a singularity.

Great One: Such childish resolve… Such frail strength… And yet I cannot deny the possibility that lies within…

Lyria (echoing): Open your eyes!

Vyrn (echoing): Wake up!

Lyria (echoing): Please, (Captain)! We need you!

Vyrn (echoing): Don’t give up yet, (Captain)!

Episode 2: (Captain) awakens on Lumacie to the sight of overjoyed friends. Sandalphon, on the other hand, is beset by rage at the utter failure of his plan- that’s when the supreme primarch, Lucifer, appears.

Lyria: Ah! (Captain)’s awake!

Vyrn: Phew! You almost gave me a heart attack back there, (Captain)!

(Captain) wakes up at the cape- as if the fall had never happened. Surrounded by relieved and overjoyed friends, (Captain) breathes a sigh of relief.

Lyria: Sniff… Sniff… I- I don’t know what to…

> I’m back.

Lyria: Yes! Welcome back, (Captain)!

Vyrn: Hehe. Good to see you up and about, sleepyhead!

> Crybaby Lyria.

Lyria: O-of course I’m crying! How could I not be? Hey, what’s so funny?

Vyrn: Ahaha! Crying one second, fuming the next- you’re having a busy day!

Katalina: (Captain)... I knew you still had it in you.

Rackam: Hahaha! You definitely had us on edge there. So… what happened at the bottom of the skies?

Io: How strange. I thought I saw Vyrn and Lyria summon something. Then the next moment (Captain)’s sleeping like a baby on the cape.

Eugen: Hah hah hah! Nothin’ wrong with that, is there? (Captain)’s alive, and that’s what matters.

Rosetta: Hehe, looks like even this 2000-year old archangel is confused.

Sandalphon: How could this be! The terrifying roar shook the world! Why hasn’t Pandemonium been opened? Is there some other condition I don’t know about? Or has the situation changed since I was last in there? Why, why, why!

Michael: Silence yourself. You’re obviously out of options.

Uriel: Want me to shut him up for you? I’ll have to hold back this time though so I don’t accidentally kill him.

Gabriel: Leave him. He does bring up some good points though… Did we simply luck out, or is there more to it all?

Raphael: There is only one possibility…

Brilliant rays of light suddenly surge from the bottom of the skies and pierce through the island, extending far into the welkin. An archangel gently ascends from the rays of light, softly flapping his wings on the way up.

Michael: The supreme primarch!

Lucifer: Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Raphael… You’ve done well, I appreciate all your hard work.

[The four primarchs straighten proudly.]

Lyria: Oh my! I’ve never seen them like that!

Vyrn: So that’s the supreme primarch… His aura’s just incredible!

Sandalphon: Lucifer!

Lucifer: Sandalphon.

Episode 3: Lucifer foresaw what would come to pass and worked behind the scenes to foil Sandalphon’s plot. He absorbs Sandalphon into his own core, thanks (Captain) and company for their efforts, then disappears with the other primarchs.

The eyes of Lucifer and Sandalphon lock in an intense gaze.

Sandalphon: So you’ve already manifested. I suppose that’s also why Pandemonium won’t open up.

Lucifer: Yes, I held in the core of the seal on Pandemonium.

Sandalphon: Hah hah hah… So you saw this coming… You ignored my rampage and kept watch on Pandemonium this whole time… Mwahaha! Am I so worthless to you that I’m not even worth confronting?

Lucifer: That’s not it. Archangels are forbidden from interacting with the world. I simply fulfilled my duty.

Sandalphon: That’s exactly the problem with you! You always filter out the things you don’t care about! How could you possibly understand the suffering of those deemed worthless! Those of us who get filtered out have no choice but to take things by force!

Lucifer: …

Sandalphon: It could’ve been anyone. Anyone at all. I just wanted one person in the world to tell me that I matter- that I’m needed! Do you even know what that’s like? Someone like you born out of necessity and looked up to by all the archangels could never fathom that pain! I don’t care if the whole world hates me! I…

Lyria: (Captain)... Sandalphon…

Lyria tightly grasps (Captain)’s clothing with trembling fingers.

Lucifer: Sandalphon… So I see the discovery of your purpose is what caused you to close off your heart.

Sandalphon: Humph… Call me childish if you wish.

Lucifer: You brought me peace of mind every time I came by the lab. Your lack of a role allowed me to look upon you as my equal. Your purehearted words would always instill me with such tranquility.

Sandalphon: …!

Lucifer: Forgive me for not noticing your feelings of inferiority earlier.

Sandalphon: Stop it! Don’t think I believe this farce for even a second! But it’s too late to make amends now! Hate me! Destroy me! Punish me! If you forgive me, my last 2000 years will have been for naught…

Lucifer: I am no less guilty, and so I deserve equal punishment. Take solace in my core, Sandalphon.

Sandalphon: Lucifer-

Sandalphon turns into an infinite number of tiny particles of light before being absorbed into Lucifer’s wings.

Michael: Is it over now?

Lucifer: Yes. (Captain), I thank you for stopping my fellow archangel before it was too late.

Lyria: Um… So what happened to Sandalphon in the end?

Lucifer: He has returned to my core. Think of it… as a baby returning to its cradle.

Lyria: Huh?

Lucifer: We shall meet again. Until then continue forth on the path you believe is true.

Michael: I applaud your efforts in stopping this whole mess. I’d love to spar with you next time we meet.

Gabriel: Teehee… Silly Michael. Bye, everyone. Hope to see you again!

Uriel: You guys rocked hard back there! We’d have such an awesome battle if it ever came to that!

Raphael: Safe travels and fortuitous winds to you.

The primarchs vanish one after another… Leaving an awestruck crew on the cape.

Episode 4: With peace restored to the world and reconstruction under way, (Captain), Vyrn, and Lyria continue their glorious adventure across the skies.

[At the Hall of Knowledge]

Arusha: What a relief. It’s a miracle that only a few volumes were damaged in that attack!

Johann: Yeah. Thanks to my barrier, you know…

Arusha: What’s that, Johann? Did you forget that you have to make up for breaking the lock on the secret archives? First I want you to pick up all the books on the floor and put them back on the shelves. In the right place!

Johann: Sigh… How many days is that going to take? Hm? Whoa, this text is amazing! You’re the best, Hall of Knowledge!

[At the Casino Liner]

Tycoon: Impossible! I lost my fortune in just a single night!

Richard: You have no one to blame but yourself. Putting stock in baseless rumors is one thing, but putting a bounty on a brave young lady?

Tycoon: Wait! You’re not going to get away with this!

Richard: Oh? Trying to take back your losses by force? That’s not-

Therese: That’s not smart! Hah hah! Come at me! I’ve got tons of arena experience. We’ll settle this with a duel!

Tycoon: You’re the undefeated champion, Therese!

Richard: Uh, Therese? Please don’t steal my thunder like that…

[At Fremel Island]

Stan: Graaah!

Juri: Yaaah!

[Their swords clash before the two push away.]

Stan: Huff… Huff… Man, you’ve got spirit!

Juri: Bleh… Huff.. Same to you, Mr. Stan. When did you get so good with the sword?

Stan: Just call me Stan. I’m self-taught, Juri- Oops, can I call you Juri?

Juri: Of course! So you’re self-taught. I suppose I should adopt more of my own style too!

Stan: How about another match? Dorya-

Aliza (coming out of nowhere): Doryaaa!

Stan: Augh!

Juri: Stan?

Aliza: What are you doing? You’re supposed to be helping with the reconstruction! Come one, let’s go! The mines are waiting, dummy duo!

Stan: Y-yes, Aliza…

Juri: Sorry, ma’am…

[At the Knickknack Shack]

Sierokarte: Welcome! We’re currently running a limited-time sale on all weapons and armor made from halo crystals!

Farrah: C-come on in! We’ve got some hot items for you! Say, Siero. Why are you selling this creepy stuff? It looks like it’s about to come alive at any minute.

Sierokarte: Don’t you worry your pretty little head. This is just a trader’s way of helping with the restoration, Farrakarte. We’re recycling, bringing in tourists, and donating some sales proceeds to the town! That’s three birds for one stone!

Farrah: Oh, I get it! Business is a really deep topic. I’ve got to keep studying! No, wait… Siero, I hope you know I have no intention of becoming a trader!

Every island is busy with repair efforts now that buoyancy has stabilized. The Grandcypher has also undergone maintenance and is currently performing test runs before taking to the skies.

Rackam: Hahaha! Excellent, excellent! The engine’s humming beautifully!

Katalina: Hehehe. That’s a relief, considering what we made the Grandcypher go through.

Eugen: Hah hah hah! That’s the first time we’ve had to push the Grandcypher so hard! I sure as heck wouldn’t wanna repeat it!

Io: Hm? But weren’t you romping about with excitement? You and Rackam both.

Rosetta: Oooh, this looks fun. We might not be able to go as fast as the archangels, but let’s try to feel the rush of the wind.

(Captain), Vyrn, and Lyria sit on the bow staring off into the vast azure blue.

Lyria: Hey, why is the sky blue?

Vyrn: Huh? That’s a weird thing to ask all of a sudden.

Lyria: Ahaha.. Well… I never really gave much thought to things that are obvious until now. Looking at it again makes me realize how beautiful it is. The size of it all is a little scary actually. That’s just me anyway.

Vyrn: Haha, what are you talkin’ about? It’s like you’re a rookie skyfarer. But after all those awful cataclysms, I get why you’d feel as if things had returned to the beginning.

Lyria: The beginning… Yes, it does kind of feel like when we first started our journey. Once the islands have been restored, everyone’s sure to come back to the crew!

Vyrn: Yep! Then we can get back to the real adventure!

Lyria: Teehee. Let’s do our best! Right, (Captain)?

The rumblings felt around the world have passed, and the crew once again sets out for the ends of the skies. Whatever hardships may arise, or whatever mysteries seem unsolvable, they believe in each other to overcome any obstacles.

End Chapter 8: The One | Start Wyvern’s Reverie

#GRANBLUE FANTASY #granblue #transcription #what makes the sky blue

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13th Gate Asylum Review

Last weekend four members of our Creepy Crew had the opportunity to go through the 13th Gate Asylum Haunt in Oxnard, CA.

These are their stories.

By Roxy Tart

I live in Orange County, and during the months of September and October, I cover haunts such as Universal HHN, Knotts Scary Farm, Queen Mary Dark Harbor, etc. So when my dear friend Nikki (who may be one of the biggest scaredy-cats I know) asked if I wanted to drive for 2 hours to cover a small, one house, 15-minute haunt, I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sure. But, I love haunts, and I love the people that throw them and the community behind them, and when a few days before we were thinking of heading up there 13 Gate contacted me asking if I’d like to come…it was a sign, and I had to say yes!

So I swung through DTLA and picked up my road dog Michelle, and we headed up to the hemp fields of Ventura County. We arrived at Nikki’s and both her and our dear friend Angel (also a big scaredy cat), were already nervous wrecks. I knew I had my work cut out for me…somehow I’d have to keep these two from freaking out, passing out, or dying, all while taking in enough of this Haunt to do a write up (spoiler alert, it wasn’t hard because the people who run 13th Gate are phenomenal!). I laid down the “rules” at dinner.

1. I would go in front

2. Michelle would bring up the rear. (now is a good time to point out that Michelle doesn’t really love being scared either, lol)

3. I’ll hold your hand, but only ONE! I need the other one for my phone.

4. Do not freak out and pull out my earrings, or rip my shirt.

Easy peasy right?

My plan was simple. We would get there before the Haunt opened for the night, get Nikki and Angel used to the place, have them talk to security, other people in line, maybe the girl who runs the front door…and by then they would feel safe and just be able to have fun. Let me tell you, this is NOT what happened.

We rolled up and the first thing Nikki noticed was that there were scare actors in the parking lot. And when I say “noticed” what I mean is “freaked the hell out, froze in the driver's seat, and couldn’t park the car!”. I was eventually able to get out of the car and ask the actors who were swarming like flies on a dead body to back up just a bit so that Nikki could park. I was honestly worried that as she sat there screaming with the car in gear she was gonna run someone over. So, the car parked, check. Michelle out, check. Michelle and I filming Nikki and Angel being terrorized and screaming their heads off while scare actors CLIMBED IN THE CAR WITH THEM, check. Now I’m gonna pause here a second and point out that in all my years of Haunts (I worked my first Haunt in ’96), I have never, ever, seen actors climb IN a person’s car. It was a super ballsy move, but it paid off big time. By the time we got everyone out of the car, the whole line, security, and everyone working knew what was up. We were full-on pre-show entertainment.

As the crew stood in line (I honestly don’t know how Michelle kept the other two from running away), I went and checked in. My first impression of 13th Gate was “these actors are in it to win it” and my second was how absolutely wonderful, charming, helpful and friendly the staff was. From security to checking in, to being escorted around, to watching the house through the video monitors (more on that later), I was blown away by how amazing everyone was. I found out that everyone there was a volunteer, they had people drive up from Orange County to work the haunt every weekend, and it was staffed with a bunch of families. Moms, dads, and kids all working together having the best time! And everyone that I talked to (other than the scare actors who were in the house in character of course) were super friendly, big smiles, and incredibly accommodating. They made me feel like I was part of the family, and that’s what really sets this place apart from other haunts. This isn’t a job, this is a community, and you can tell.

Now, back to our adventure. We were waiting to go in and the lady at the front informed us that they don’t funnel big groups into the house. You go with the party you came with. If that’s 6 people, you all go in. If that’s one person alone, you go in alone. One of the things I hate most is being herded into a house with 1000 other people and shuffling through the whole thing feeling like a sardine, so I was happy about that. It was our turn, and the four of us entered a church-like building where a person in a black robe stood blocking our path. The next thing we knew, it was pitch black, and we could feel people moving all around us, brushing up against us, and just being generally creepy AF. When they decided we were rattled enough, the lights came back on and we were surrounded by people in robes, who very nicely let us continue on our way. Now, as much as I would LOVE to go through room by room and tell you all the amazing and delightful things we saw, I won’t. Because A. I don’t want to ruin the surprise and B. that would make this write up about 20 pages long, lol. But I will tell you this; 13th Gate Asylum is a beautifully well-oiled machine that works on sound and lighting cues to let the actors know what’s going on, and in many rooms, the actors have complete control over where you go and when you leave. Every person in a room takes ownership of it, and you can tell they are proud of what they do.

After we went through we were invited to relax and watch the monitors. There are cameras throughout the house, and these are used to keep an eye on everyone and make sure they're safe, and also for cues. There is one person at the monitors with a radio, relaying messages to other people all over the warehouse. After doing that for a bit, we were taken on a backstage tour where we got to see the ins and outs of the haunt, and we got to experience some of the rooms again, with the actors really showing off for the cameras! It was so much fun! I honestly didn’t want to leave, and if it hadn’t been for my two-hour drive home, I might have asked if we could just stay and hang out for the night.

Overall, the 13th Gate Asylum is one of my favorite Haunts this year. It was absolutely worth the drive, and I fully plan on going back every year!

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By Michelle Mallek

I was excited when I found out when I was going to the 13th Gate Asylum in Oxnard. I had never been to this haunt and never been to a single maze in a warehouse. I did not know what to expect but I was eager to see what it was about. This would be shocking to most since I am a self-proclaimed scaredy-cat but I have always liked going to haunts and becoming less scared. Driving up to the haunt was the beginning of our experience. We were greeted in the parking lot by a clown and grim reaper character. My friend Nikki was driving and she was more scared about this experience than I was and totally freaked out. It was pure hilarity when she could barely park the car in sheer panic that there were scare actors following our car. It took us almost 20 minutes to get her and Angel out of the car. Just by the interaction with characters in the parking lot and their involvement in scaring us already had me hooked on this haunt. We finally made it inside the building and the atmosphere was set for the perfect buildup of fear. You could hear all sorts of noises coming from inside the maze with screams here or there. The neat thing about this maze was they weren’t shuffling mass groups of people into the maze. You only went with your group, even if you were the only one. This factor also freaked me out because I wouldn’t be able to hide in the crowds of people. But alas, I must be brave and get the whole experience since I could not hide. This maze has by far been one of my favorite mazes to go thru. Each room has a different theme or storyline and you are completely at the will of the actors. Many of the rooms have automatic doors that only open when the actors open it. This forced you to be involved in the room and all the scare factors that went along with it. So if you’re running around trying to get away from the people scaring you good luck. There were a couple of unexpected scares that would get even the bravest “I don’t get scared” person. They used scare techniques that I hadn’t seen before. Who knew people crawling creepily on the floor and flexible people would be so scary. When we were out of the maze we got to talk to some of the people that are in charge. I was surprised to find out that all the actors are on a volunteer basis and not only that but many families were involved. The moms proudly pointed out where their husbands and children were in the maze. You could really tell these people cared about giving the best experience possible and this wasn’t a job but a passion. I would recommend this maze to anyone because it is great for all scare levels. I plan on attending this maze every year and seeing what new designs they come up with.

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By Nikki Jones

I feel like you should know a few things about me before I give my thoughts on my experience at the 13th Gate Asylum haunt. Fun fact number one, the reason I like the horror genre is that it generally ‘HORRIFIES” me. It invokes fear, which I kind of dig…. with that being said…Fun fact number two, I like my horror on the big screen or my TV screen…. NOT in my personal space…so haunts and scare zones usually put me in the fetal position and my appointed protector has to pick me up, fight off the Ghoulies and carry me out. Fun fact number three, I am a scaredy-cat…not a cool spooky girl… A BIG CRYBABY SCAREDY CAT.

Now for my thoughts…I assembled the cool crew to attend the haunt with me this past Saturday, October 19th. I briefed them about their roles in my protection for the evening's event, and they briefed me on what to expect around every corner. Just so you know, I’m no fool…I assembled the best of the best…a seasoned haunt vet and my appointed protector (Roxy Tart) …. a good friend with fresh big girl undies who recently just did the Haunted Hayride in LA (Michelle Mallek) …and my scaredy-cat adopted ADULT child of mine (Angel Fajardo). My anxiety was high the entire drive to the haunt, and that anxiety was JUSTIFIED as the ghouls surrounded my car as I was trying to park therefore paralyzing me so much so that I could not park the car( something none of us expected…..HORRIFYING and fear justified….thanks guys!). Once my appointed protector was able to get me out of the car. That fear was so paralyzing that I literally felt like I just ran a marathon and I hadn’t even made it inside yet! Once inside, I totally disregarded my appointed protector’s (well…my whole crew actually) personal space and walked through room after room of the UNFORSEEN cussing and telling myself positive affirmations through my tears because…you know…. that whole FEAR JUSTIFIED thing. The actors who are actually volunteers are soooo believable that I even had a nightmare about one of the rooms…. way to hone your craft guys! The props, the costumes and the overall aesthetic each room had were spot on for the story being told. Oh my goodness… and the sounds completely startle while the lights and the fog disorient you. I am not a huge haunt fan like some of you out there but take it from THE most scared of all scaredy cats…..GO EXPERIENCE THIS HAUNT….and for those of you spookys out there that are too cool for school and nothing scares you…I guarantee the UNFORSEEN will scare the COOL right out of you.

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By Angel Fajardo

When I found out I was going to the 13th Gate Asylum in Oxnard I was terrified. I love Halloween and watching scary movies but participating in haunts isn’t my cup of tea. I would consider myself a sympathetic scaredy-cat; if someone around me is terrified I am just as terrified if not more. I hate loud noises, creepy costumes, losing my personal space, and pop up scares. That being said, I hated the 13th gate asylum haunt! Would I go back? I definitely would!!

As soon as we arrived we were pursued by killer clowns, prison escapees, and hell raised demons. The insane make-up, crazy effects, and creative rooms kept me on my toes. The polka dot room was my favorite room. Who wouldn’t love a room full of polka dots! “I love polka dots, I wear polka dots”. After meeting a few scarers and members of the operational staff I fell in love with this “well-oiled rig” of a haunt. This haunt is run by different families, kids, and volunteers. I would definitely recommend giving it a visit!

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Billy Tee - DONT DO DRUGS kids you hear!

So...where to begin? I guess I really started to dream about being in a band at around 8 yrs old, after getting the Adam & The Ants Prince Charming L.P as my first real record and played it on repeat on my tiny mono record player for the next 10 years, but it wasn't really until I found a copy of a Lords Of The New Church ' Live at the Spit' in a second-hand record store in my hometown in '89, that I really got the urge to be a performer. Bands like The Dogs D'Amour, Dead Boys, Hanoi Rocks, The New York Dolls, The Sex Pistols. The Murder City Devils and Iggy all massive influences. 'Cardboard Town' and 'On The Rocks' by the Dogs D'Amour fed me my lust for the lowlife. I read Bukowski, I drank Thunderbird wine, smoked Marlboro reds and swaggered about in my silver-tipped boots, I was a kid, I was a walking clique, pretty much still am haha, more interested in the decadence than anything else really , it spoke to my outcast and bullied teenage angst and I drifted quickly into the drug scene, romanticizing the gutter-life and sure enough I soon descended into the same holes my heroes sang about and its taken me over 25 years to manage to crawl my way back out of it. My first band, a laughable affair named 'Drunken Debauchery' was formed in 93/94, I forget exactly, but, Jesus, what a state that was, we played one show, my first ever show, after three practices, and covered The Anti Nowhere Leagues ' Woman'.We were awful. Amazingly almost 23 years later I had the joy of supporting ANWL twice at the 100 Club with my lot The Black Bullets. After that disastrous first attempt in a band, I stopped for many many moons. Eventually, I picked up the guitar and started doing trash covers down my local boozer. Now I'm not a guitarist by any means, but I gave it a good go, often getting lumped with 40-minute support slots for local punk bands. It was hard work, especially for a guitarist as shit as me. Fortunately, I was picked up by a bunch of gnarly fuckers called Junction XIII, and they were asked me to be their front-man. They played furiously fast and dirty punk n roll and it was perfect for me. We carved ourselves a brief stint of drunken notoriety, toured the UK with U.S Sleaze kings Crank County Daredevils and enjoyed supporting Towers Of London when their manager told us his band were shit and would rather work with us. Of course, that didn't happen Junction burnt ourselves out through excessive drug and drink abuse. I learnt a lot of lessons through my drug idled stupidity, I've learnt to respect the other bands, the audience, other peoples lives, being an arrogant coked up prick won't win you any favours however cool and rebellious you think you're being at the time. I got Junction and The Bullets barred from many a venue. whilst playing a show, swinging from a chandelier and pulling it out of the ceiling is just one occasion. Bands always have highs and lows and we've had our fair share. We have had to replace the original singer, who went to the states and married Kory Parks of Nashville Pussy fame, then replace the guitarist who magnificently has gone onto great things with his own band and to playing for Warrior Soul and Jizzy Pearls Love/Hate. We are currently on our third bassist in three years. Each one awesome in their own light but our current four-stringed wonder, Alice has helped us take it up a notch with her killer live performances. Carl, our drummer is the only original member haha. Hopefully, this is how it stays. As for highs, there have been many, great, great gigs mostly, playing with great bands like Starsha Lee, Backyard Babies, U.K Subs, Main Grains, The Idol Dead, L.A Guns, The Dogs D'Amour even. Playing on a cruise down the Thames with Warrior Soul has to be a personal highlight this year along with NLC Fest and HRH. Cracking gigs, cracking audiences. After we are nothing without an audience. When people ask me about 'getting into the business' I normally say 'don't' haha. Don't let it become 'a business', as soon as it becomes a 'business' it loses its mystic and the fun just gets sucked out, also avoid pouring stupid money into it, money always destroys a band eventually. Keep it D.I.Y never lose sight of who you really are and most importantly of all...DONT DO DRUGS kids you hear ;) Having said all that, we, The Black Bullets have quite an exciting next few months taking us into 2019. we have a brand new single and video 'When The Devil Comes Knocking' being released on Nov 16th through The Animal Farm Records, which is just a taster for our album due for release in the middle of next year. We will be starting a pledge campaign for that in January. We are supporting the legendary Darrell Bath and his outfit The Crybabys in Dec at The Hope and Anchor, Islington and have a few fantastic festivals already booked next year, Call Of The Wild, Amplified, Dementia Aware Fest in London and we return for the second running, to the awesome up and coming Alice's Wicked Tea Party Festival . We are in discussions with promoters about a possible tour Germany and Spain again but don't hold your breath ...not with Brexit hanging over our heads like a noose for all of the U.Ks underground music scenes. Best of luck to all of us! My dream mic... I have spent most of my singing career using microphones already supplied by the venues and sound engineers so I'm not particularly knowledgeable on that stuff but if I were to have the money to buy my dream mike I guess id buy a Neumann KMS 105 MT, preferably wirelessly rigged and a custom built , single piece mike stand along the lines of Steven Tylers but id probably break them in a week anyway . https://www.facebook.com/TheBlackBulletsUK/ https://www.facebook.com/Deathrattle-Designs-Artist-207111725977193/ http://www.andrewsjmccarthyphotography.co.uk/?fbclid=IwAR1QWqrH3mkOFtYGpgUOvYQ-KiorxCRzFwO5MV5AChzjWCmQi-Q8DHq4-i8 https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=517342148280641&ref=br_rs https://open.spotify.com/artist/7ki8XQJTuxpX0GM4kgtQ06?si=S_S2q5eyQyGAxcKcGr2krA Read the full article

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