Spooky Halloween Asks!

Spooky Halloween Asks!

Boogeyman: what’s your weirdest/most irrational fear?

Candy Corn: what’s the best Halloween candy? the worst?

Crow: do you believe in omens? which ones?

Exorcist: do you believe in demons?

Ghost: have you ever encountered a spirit or haunted place?

Haunted: do you like haunted houses (or corn mazes, hayrides, etc.)?  if so, what’s the scariest one you’ve participated in?

Mothman: do you know of any local urban legends, or is there an urban legend that really freaks you out?

Mystery: what’s the strangest unsolved mystery that you’ve heard of?

Scream: favourite horror film?

Spell: do you believe in magic, or any sort of otherworldly powers? 

Trick or Treat: do you have any plans for Halloween this year?

UFO: do you believe in aliens, and do you think they visit Earth?

Werewolf: what cryptid or monster do you think could actually exist?

Witches: are you going to dress up this year? if yes, as what? 

“It’s that obvious?” She asked, chuckling a little as she returned his smile. He did look a little cute and she wasn’t even drunk.  “I wouldn’t say I know everything though. There’s some that have to be learned. Experience counts for the tricks that can’t be learned easy.”

“Sometimes it takes me out of the fighting, away from that.  So it hasn’t been that dangerous,” She added. She’s often trying to stay away from the fighting, into the quiet. Into the peacefulness even if it’s not forever. That’s one of the many things she liked about scavenging. Money was good too.

She did find it a little odd, that the topic of the rebellion against the first order was brought up so easily. She often found it best not to bring up a subject like that so early in a conversation. She personally didn’t like the fighting, relating to more of the rebellion. This fighting was no good for anybody, and nobody comes out the winner when everybody’s dead.

She keeps her drink in her hand, but doesn’t drink. She’s occupied with talking to this new stranger.

“What about you? What is it that you do? You from around here?”

“...Well...Shit.”

“...I did that all alone, and I’m afraid if I have to do it again, I’ll do it alone. Are you the same in that method? Doing it alone?”

“I can tell you one thing, I don’t wanna be alone if I have to do it again.”

She hears it again, only for them to continue many times. It it raises the adrenaline levels in her blood as a fear creeps in. Trying to calm down by breathing, her breaths only come out ragged. So she stops and tries breathing slower through her nose. Sliding across the sandy hills, she descends towards the hiding place that contained her ship.

The quicker she leaves, the less of a chance she won’t be seen. That way she couldn’t be shot at. That way she wouldn’t die on this planet. She should’ve taken that job instead of just scavenging here for valuable parts. But that’s in the past. She can’t think about that right now. She needs to think about getting out of here.

She didn’t see anyone before because they blended into the sand. The instant glimpse of crimson armor is enough to force Shima to hide behind a large piece of debris, out of sight. Now she’s at a crossroads of dead and life, all potentially decided at the next move.

“....”

“Please tell me you’re kidding. Cause I really don’t think having me as help is a good idea.”

“Not really, was gonna grab some takeout and then go home,” She answered as she held onto his hand. She’s not ready to let go, even if space is a tad bit apart in between the two of them. She didn’t want to leave. Never again does she want to leave

“But that sounds better than my plan, the takeout can wait,” She added chuckling. She didn’t drink much at all. The last time she drank was New Year’s in 1999, soon to be 2000. Before that was the night the Berlin wall fell. Never heavily,  she stopped doing that after 1900. It’s been a while, and this was a happy occasion. A very happy one indeed. It was a good time to celebrate.

“I’d love that, catching up. I’d like to know what you’ve been up to, little monster,” She called him so endearingly holding his hand. “Where’d you like to go? It’s up to you.”

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