Fandom &nbsp; Be Your Worst Self: Monster Prom RP ☠ ❤ Open &amp; Accepting

Huntertabbysandshark3 · Dec 22, 2020

Evan
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thefinalgirl

In a half finished building who‘s construction has been going on for over seven years the massive apartment complex built over a old temple... however it’s previous resident had never actually left. Inside one of the onsite offices an odd sight was to be had at least a cluster of 15 or so snakes poked up from behind a desk bound together by some golden and gem incrusted base. And unfortunately worker stumbled into the office The new project manager who really didn’t know what she was about to deal with. For as soon as she turned on the light a massive dark blue serpents tail whipped around her body leaving her screaming and dangling in the air over what the snake where connected to The torso of a man who’s legs where replaced with a denim coloured snake body now she was hanging above the guys head who was clearly a gorgon. With a yawn the man mouth opens so wide it just made her scream more as he looked like he could swallow her easily and that was true. “so. your the new girl.. welcome I’m Evan... I live here now kindly stop screaming and go do whatever iv got place to be“ he‘d say in a grumpy and dismissive tossing her to the side as he lift the woman not being knocked out as their was cushioning tapped to wall specifically for people getting thrown at it.

it took Evan a while to leave his massive body trailing behind him as he headed to his destination of spooky high. Most people getting out of his way lest they be knocking to the side or turned to stone.. he liked it that way or at least that’s what he told himself. He’d missed out On most of the fancy enterances made by the what seemed like every other student here. Evan would make his own sorta entrance throwing the double doors of the school open grand slam as people moved out of the way of the flickering tail that trailed behind Evan whenever he went. However something smelled.. off their was a sweet scent..flickering his tongue in and out What it was became quickly apparent their was a new kid here. Interesting then. The Gorgon followed the scent uncaring of of any poor sap that ended up in his way.

eventually he’d find the source of the scent some blue Haired guy typing on his phone if hed had pockets Evan would have probobly put his hands in them but he didn’t so he just hung them to the side as he approached form behind the poor guy torso raised ominously he’d just Tap him on the shoulder. “Sup.. your new round here arn‘t ya?”

Coyote Hart · Dec 23, 2020

"Alright, now go ahead and cut your deck," Camelot instructed the girl that he was sitting on the bench with, "Go ahead and divide the deck into three parts and put them in whichever order you'd like. Let your inner mind decide."

As Camelot waited for the girl to make her decision, he snuck a bite of pizza from the paper plate in his right hand. This was definitely not the best place for a tarot card reading. They were sitting on a bench in the middle of the school hall, he didn't have tea brewing, and Camelot was hungry (which meant no clear mind!). He had been walking to school after grabbing a slice of pizza from the pizzeria that Rexy's parents ran, musing at the fact that prom was in less than a month. As he entered the school, a girl suddenly ran up to Camelot, begging him for advice on what seemed like boyfriend issues. Apparently, the girl wasn't getting along well with his boyfriend or something, and she wanted some advice before prom night.

So now there he was. The girl had finished, and she passed the deck of cards back to Camelot.

"Alright, let's see what the cards have to say," Camelot said. He took the card from the top of the deck and placed it on the bench between him and the girl. He frowned as he looked at it, "The Devil, upright."

That wasn't good.

"You're saying that you and your boyfriend can't seem to agree on anything?" Camelot asked, "And you want to mend things before prom? Well... this might be harsh, but maybe... it's best you should break up with him?"

Camelot winced, knowing that nobody wanted to hear such advice. But the Devil arcana really wasn't a sign for good things. Camelot had a feeling that the girl in front of him was probably feeling more trapped than anything. As good as prom seemed, it was an unreachable goal. It might be more worthwhile for her to reconsider her relationship with her boyfriend rather than focus on prom.

But as he was about to explain the meaning of the card, the sound of... music began to flow from down the hall. Camelot thought that it was just the sound of a random person blasting music from a speaker they brought to school, but when red and pink strobe lights started illuminating the halls, Camelot knew that this was definitely not normal music.

"Is that... ARA?" the girl sitting next to him asked.

Camelot squinted his ruby-red eyes. He had better eyesight than most monsters, and he was able to see what seemed like a kitsune and a red-eyed fellow.

"It is!" Camelot exclaimed.

Almost simultaneously, Camelot and the girl jumped out of their seats and ran into the crowd of people that was forming. The tarot card reading and the not-so-good result were long forgotten and cast aside. When Camelot managed to squeeze his way into the crowd, his eyes widened at the sight of another detail.

"Is that Eve?!" Camelot shouted in surprise. Thankfully, his voice was masked by the backup singers. Camelot clasped the watch on his wrist as he watched the performance. Sure, the watch was a cheap $7 metal watch from Walmart that was probably turning his skin green, but the important thing was the wrist-strap. The thing was an authentic EVE brand. When Camelot first got it off of an impulse buy from eBay, he hadn't realized just how valuable of a collectible he just acquired. It was only after a customer at a tarot card reading pointed it out for him did Camelot get invested in EVE. Now he was seeing two of his idols-- the one who created the luxury brand he wore, and the girl who was probably more popular than Hatsune Miku ever would be.

A dancer passed Camelot a glowstick, and although he didn't know the lyrics to the song, he did his part in jumping up and down like a little kid and chanting Eve and ARA's names. He became so enveloped in the atmosphere that he forgot about his hunger-- his pizza was still back at the bench.

Finally, when the song ended, Camelot snapped out of his haze and focused on what was important. He needed to rush to ARA or Eve-- either or-- when the atmosphere made it suitable and everyone else rushed forward to get autographs. Camelot needed ARA to sign his tarot card deck. He needed to get Eve to sign his cheap $7 Walmart watch.

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Ghoulina · Dec 23, 2020

One might be surprised what bat folk can hear with their large ears. In this school, it was deliciously tempting just to stop and listen to whatever happened to be going on. Right at that moment, someone was most definitely telling that complete trash pile Stacey O'Connor that her selkie coat is totally fake and way too pristine (and it like, totally is) and Stacey was of course denying it. Someone else was casting a curse in a nearby empty classroom to cause their cheating boyfriend to crap himself at lunchtime (like, totally typical) and someone else was- singing? And it wasn't even the amazing gorgeous ultra talented superstar mega celebrity ARA that also happened to attend the school- was that normal? Priscilla blinked hard, wondering if all high schools were like this- it certainly was nothing like her all girls bat school back home where singing was discouraged except for hymns celebrating purity and goodliness and dogged enforcement of destructive and misogynistic gender roles that threatened to diminish young girls forever. Normal stuff like that. No, this sounded adorable and fan-girl like, something she identified with. Then, the form of her phone outlined in someone else's hand was evident in her magical bat sight. Panic, then relief:

"Hi! I think this is yours, cute phone by the way."

Thank heavens! It was Yan Xi, the cutiest jiangshi of all time and also a very nice person that Priscilla did not fear would smash or eat her phone- on the contrary, she remembered that Yan Xi was very into healthy eating, especially for someone that was undead. She coveted her schoolmate's talent for sports and general ease of movement, she was also mystified by the magical talisman she always wore. What would happen if someone removed it, or the wind blew it off? Spontaneous combustion? A thousand years of darkness? Crab people?

"Oh my gawd, thank you Yan Xi! You are a life saver, I keep losing track of my phones. Are you listening to ARA right now?"

Beaming a fanged smile at her reanimated schoolmate, she flicked her hand and unlocked her phone, happily navigating to Screamify to take a look at ARA's discography. Truth to be told, Priscilla was more into devastatingly handsome boy groups- but ARA was so gorgeous and confident, and seeing her in person doing musical numbers in the school had given her heart palpitations- a good kind. In fact, with a twitch of her ears, she was sure that she could hear ARA singing for real- NO!! They were missing a performance! And it sounded like a SPECIAL PROM EDITION!

"YAN XI- ARA IS HERE! And Eve?! PROM NUMBER. BIG FUN- Argh! Splash?! Splashing?! Dryer?!"

Her ears flicked around like satellite dishes trying to pick up a signal. No, the splashing was coming from a nearby bathroom- duh. She took a few steps towards the bathroom and focused on it as students rushed by to hear ARA and Eve perform, her heart thumping with excitement and also a little bit of concern. Whatever was happening in there- it sounded very wet and sad and embarrassing. Priscilla felt like she was stuck in a choose-your-own-adventure book, she could fumble her way through the crowd to try to catch the tail end f the performance, or open the door and be met with whatever might behind it. Normally she would be able to detect whatever it was much clearer, but there was far too much sound coming from so many places.

"I think...U-um, I think something's getting eaten by the bathroom. Maybe. I know that sounds crazy, but like, remember when Kyle lost his foot to that weird blob thing in the chem lab? M-maybe we should help- but you can totally go catch up with ARA and Eve... I-I've totally got this!"

She shakily reached towards the entrance of the bathroom, water beginning to flow out from underneath the door. This was it! It was a brand new day, time to break out of her shell, time to be brave and confident and assert her dominance on that door and help whatever poor soul was behind it! Her mane bristled and in one quick movement she smacked the door open and stood like an battle ready amazon!

"ARE YOU OKAY-"

Was that a boy?! Is he n-naked?!

"Are you NAKED?! Oh no, you have shorts on- but then, did you slip while the bathroom was trying to eat you? Did it eat your clothes?"

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SP3CT3R · Dec 26, 2020

The restaurant was already packed by the time Rexy came downstairs, with a line of monsters his age that extended nearly to the door. He stood in the stairway to the upper floors where his family lived, temporarily puzzling over why so many people would be ordering breakfast from a pizzeria that didn't serve breakfast. The only solid explanation the animatronic dinosaur could come up with was that these monsters, many of whom he recognized from school. were ordering pizza for breakfast.

Pizza.

For breakfast.

Rexy wasn't sure whether to be proud or appalled that his parents' pizzeria was a better breakfast option for so many than somewhere that served actual breakfast. Maybe it was just some weird new hipster thing started by a bored immortal, and people would eventually go back to food and drink deemed acceptable by society. Like a can of motor oil, which Rexy was currently chugging on his way to school, because he wasn't an organic lifeform and didn't need to eat food to survive. Of course, he still stopped to try food from five different trucks and stands afterwards and was running late.

Spooky High's front doors opened up to an upbeat musical number. The oversaturation of red and pink made it pretty clear which two celebrity students were putting on the show. (And both of them happened to be the type of bored immortal that would start a new fad of eating pizza for breakfast, but that confrontation could wait.) Rexy wove his way through the background characters, trying to stay out of the shot. He'd worked way too hard to turn off his star power over the school year to get sucked back into the spotlight. Not to mention his whole aesthetic would clash horribly with theirs.

Once he was in the clear, Rexy casually tossed the wad of food wrappers he was holding over his shoulder and into the garbage can. It missed and audibly plinked off of the tile floor, but he pretended not to hear that and kept walking. He slipped into Mrs. Wolfstone's classroom to hand in a paper about the cultural significance of jumpscares and scrawl his name down on the attendance sheet before the teacher noticed his presence, and then headed to the restroom to give his face a quick once-over, only to find himself walking into the setup of a joke. If there was a joke that could be made about a bat-girl, a probably hungover angel, and an animatronic robot all entering the same restroom. There were probably a few one-liners Rexy could've dropped, but he declined the opportunity in favor of minding his own business and adjusting his bowtie in the mirror.

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Colorless Spectrum · Dec 28, 2020

Yan Xi

"It's no problem! It's the right thing to do when you find something that isn't yours, bring it back to the owner!" She claimed enthusiastically with a big smile. Besides seeing Priscilla smile was worth it, she's so cute with her fanged smile and pretty eyes. "I am! I love ARA so much. Her music just speaks to me." She said as if she was daydreaming at that very moment.

She was about to ask if the bat folk wanted to go and grab some breakfast with her when the other screamed about ARA doing a musical number right then and there. "WHAT? ARA?!" Yan Xi immediately pulled out her earbuds and turned around to see other students gathering around by another hallway. Everything around her seemed to be drowned out by ARA's live singing that she failed to hear Priscilla's going on about helping others.

She turned around but Priscilla wasn't there anymore and she had no clue where the bat folk had gone. Her attention was then taken again by the live show that was happening, being the eager fan that she was... Yan Xi headed towards the free musical number. She squeezed herself amidst the crowd just to get to the front and admire her idol in all the kitsune's glory.

Yan Xi must be in heaven. Maybe she's using up all of her luck today just by being able to watch this, her heart beating in sync with the rhythm of the song. Just watching this live brought back nostalgic memories to her, and she could only ever see it as perfect. Her eyes were focused on ARA, Eve was good and she wanted to appreciate him too but... ARA. That is all.

The Jiangshi squealed to herself as the song hit it's ending, jumping while clapping all the same. She watched in excitement the performer's last interaction and wondering what if it was her performing with ARA. Preposterous, she could never and she knew that the Kitsune is pretty much unobtainable to a mere fan like her. "Wha-" Yan Xi noticed the change in Eve's eyes. She ran towards the two with tension building upon her shoulders.

"Wait, wait, wait." She said pushing Everest's face away gently. "Are you going to drink ARA's blood? She might get hypotension. We can't have that, or a scratch to her neck! Prom is almost here, she has to be the flawless Queen she was meant to be."

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Coyote Hart · Dec 28, 2020

(You didn't think I'd be using the derpy Pikachu icon, did you?)

Judas had a headache... and he needed more alcohol. Or drugs. Just how the hell was he going to get himself out of this mess? He wasn't a good thinker, and by far not the brightest person in the school. Alcohol... he needed alcohol. There was a bottle of scotch in his coat pocket, but that was hooked up in the bathroom stall door, and it was far too away. Resignedly, Judas scooped a bucket of water off of the floor and dumped it on his head.

"Hey Judeeeee, don't make it bad~~" Judas mumble-sang as he tried to figure out what the fuck to do. He liked the song because it kept referring to a Jude person... which was practically his name, just not really. "Take a sad song.... and make it better~~"

Aha! There was an idea! First, he'd need to break off the door of the bathroom stalls. Then, he'd need to realign it horizontally so that he could jam it between the door handle and the sink so that the bathroom door wouldn't open!

Just as he was about to put his plan into action, something horrific happened. It was one of those situations like in horror movies. Like when the sky flashed with lightning and the protagonist's face is lit up with fear. Or perhaps it was a situation befitting the DUN DUN DUNNN!!! of Beethoven's music.

Someone walked into the bathroom.

The flamboyant candy person seemed oddly unbothered by the odd sight in front of him, and he went directly to one of the mirrors to apply lip gloss. The only words he had to Judas on the way out was that his hair was outdated... Well yeah, Judas hadn't found a good time to shoplift stuff to dye his hair. He bet he'd need a lot of stuff, like bleach, sharpies, Tide Pods, and strawberry syrup if he wanted to dye his hair. But if his hair could be a rebellious and hellsome red, it might be worth it. Judas put dying his hair on his mental to-do list, right after 'getting the fuck out of the bathroom.'

Speaking of which, in Judas's contemplative state, he dumbly didn't get up to jam the bathroom door like he was going to. Instead, he continued to sit on the floor while he thought, and he didn't even notice it when two more people went inside. Panic filled Judas, just as much as when candy boy had opened the door.

"I-- I swear, it isn't what it looks like!" Judas waved his hands around frantically as his mind went into overdrive. The wings on his back flapped as frantically as he waved his hands, and the ensuing gust of wind sent water spraying everywhere-- onto the walls, onto the bathroom stall doors which exploded off their hinges, into the wall sockets, and of course, all over the animatronic and the bat girl.

"See, I live in this tent in the alleyway behind the pizzeria," Judas desperately explained, "And well, I haven't had a bath for a good three four five six days, so I tried to take a shower in here. And well, I-- agh! It's hard to explain!"

Spontaneously, Judas got up from the flooded floor and went into the bathroom stall where his stuff was. He grabbed the bottle of scotch from his backpack and took a deep chug of it. He really didn't want to be in this situation.

"I don't want to sound homophobic," Judas commented, "But at times like these I wish the school invested into single-use bathrooms instead of gender-neutral ones."

Yeah, he gave up, he gave up.

"Hey, you by chance know how to dry pants with a hand dryer?" Judas asked the bat girl. He went up to the loud, broken hand dryer that he smashed and glared at it for a few seconds. He already made a mess of it, the right thing to do would be to go all the way. If he left a half-broken hand dryer just there, it'd be inconvenient for whoever had to fix it. Besides, there was another hand dryer available.

So with his angelic strength, Judas ripped the hand dryer out of the wall and threw it onto the floor. Thankfully, it didn't electrocute anybody. It screamed a complaint before it silently bubbled and drowned.

"By the way," Judas turned to the animatronic, "Are you that guy who starred in Theory of Triple F? Or am I misremembering which rated R film you were in?"

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SP3CT3R (Rexy) ||

Huntertabbysandshark3 · Dec 30, 2020

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Sandra
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standing at the front of spooky high was not exactly an overly odd sight considering the school itself but for one anyone that was arachnophobic, it would be a true nightmare.. a massive spider woman whom was staring blankly at the entrance to the school letting out a long sigh. this would be her last chance at any sort of school the woman not understand why she'd been transferred so many times... she was nice she was friendly and she couldn't understand why people became so freaked out by her. with a slight sign the Arachine would attempt to get inside the building luckily for her the front door was wide enough for her to actually get inside and onto the ceiling at least that was one convince of being having a spider body. you could climb and use the ceiling to get around easily avoiding any crowd although she did catch the attention of some bewildered students who looked up at her mostly looking at her chest overall.. she'd give a little smile.. however, the multiple eyes and the upside-down nature spooked some people off.. the look she made ending up being rather creepy instead of friendly. leading to her letting out an annoyed huff as it seemed thing would remain difficult here.. oh and the doorways... Sandra just hung there... staring at the narrow passage she'd have to use one at some point.. god doorways were the worst.

Ghoulina · Dec 30, 2020

Well, things weren't that bad. The boy wasn't naked, and even though Yan Xi had left, Rexy walked in. It seemed less awkward with someone else there, even if she didn't know Rexy very well he didn't seem like the type of person to spread crazy weird rumors about mostly naked people in bathrooms. The angelic boy flailed around a bit, trying to explain himself before- Nononono don't flap your wings! Don't you dare-

Splash!

It was too late. In horror, she looked down at herself, her damp mane flat against her chest, dripping with water. She was wearing a loose, thick lilac coloured cardigan that seemed to be fine, she could take it off, but her skirt and socks were wet. As he continued talking she rushed to the mirror and looked at her hair, once perfectly fluffed up and perky, now damp and stringy, and her mascara was beginning to run. She started dabbing and wiping, hopelessly fanning herself. Pausing momentarily, she looked over at Rexy, wide eyed and wondering how the water would affect him.

"A-are you okay, Rexy?"

The animatronic had short-circuited something fierce when he got doused and now sat slumped against the wall, with a slack jaw showing off way too many rows of teeth. An eerie, slowed-down version of “Pop Goes the Weasel” played, and Rexy’s eyes lit back up once the song finished and he’d properly rebooted.

“I’m fine,” Rexy grumbled, getting back to his feet. He took the angel’s bottle of scotch and helped himself to the rest of it to mentally prepare for discussing his acting career with someone who wasn’t already in the loop. He’d pay back for the drink later. “I was in the spinoff TV series, but not the movie itself.”

Rexy Hawthorne attending SHS was big news at the start of the school year. He’d been regularly swarmed by fans between periods for the first few weeks, but people started getting used to his presence after a while since he’d done little to continue cultivating fame. Every now and then, though, a new transfer student would crop up and ask for an autograph.

Priscilla awkwardy backed up a little bit when Rexy rebooted, a little spooked by the creepy song and his rows upon rows of teeth. In all honesty, she was a little intimidated by him- his fame and general appearance- but like all things in the school, she tried to not ask too many questions and roll with it. She hadn’t seen much of his work- she was forbidden from watching unpure, mind distorting rubbish like horror movies, or so her parents commanded. And an R-Rated Movie?!

Perish the thought! At any rate, he didn’t seem super pleased to be talking about it. Of course Priscilla recognized the actor, but all she really had to go off of was what her imagination conjured, which at that moment was Rexy tearing someone to shreds with his teeth to a spooky children’s song. She realized her mane was beginning to bristle, and quickly started smoothing it out with her hands. Quick! Think of something else!

“Umm, no, I’ve never dried pants with a hand dryer before, they kind of hurt my ears- I mean I can try, give them here. I also took my gym strip home last week and washed it- you could wear that, the shorts are a little short but I think you’d look cute- I mean handsome in it. My name is Priscilla, by the way, what is your name?”

She caught herself- remembering her dad chastising her for calling anything about any masculine figure cute. Maybe he would take offense, but she doubted it, seeing as he was mostly naked drinking liquor in a school bathroom. Before she did anything else, she did the long overdue task of turning off the water at the overflowing sink. Next, she found the boy’s soaking wet pants blocking the drain of the bathroom floor and picked them up before wringing them out gently.

“So, you live behind a pizzeria? I’ve never had pizza before, but everyone seems to really like it so maybe that’s a good thing. I am curious though… How did you end up living in a tent?”

Priscilla was trying very, very hard to seem nonchalant and unintrusive, but she was very concerned. Her maternal instincts were kicking in, and what she really wanted to do was scoop him up in a blanket and cradle him until he was warm and dry and feed him bits of what must be his favorite food, pizza. Why else would he be living behind a pizzeria? For all she knew, it could be a perfectly voluntary thing he decided to do out of love, sweet and precious pizza love. Maybe he was a pizza angel, and instead of doing goodly deeds to sustain himself, he needed only pizza, and was placing himself as close to it as possible. She made a mental note to look for “pizza angel” in her Monster Encyclopedia set at her next opportunity.

“Wait, you’re the guy living behind the pizzeria?” Rexy interjected, compounding the number of questions the angel was being asked. He’d never actually met the Pizza Camper in person, but had assigned the mental image of a 40-something wendigo to the recently-unmasked stranger living in the alley right underneath the living room window, not some bishie fallen angel. “How exactly are you still alive after eating so many of our breadsticks? Do you know how much butter is in those things?”

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The Prophet · Dec 30, 2020

Everest Carolingian

After such a brilliant way to start the school day, the show had to end at some point. From this distance, their finishing act should have gone splendidly. Get close, fake a bite, and then revel in the applause and praise. Little did he know, ARA's fans were bolder than he gave them credit for. From his position, he heard one such fan's frantic sprint before he saw them, but what really surprised him was when he felt an undead hand touch his face and move it away from his partner. For a split second his pureblooded instincts told him to take the hand that was so daring to touch his face in the middle of a performance. However, as the intrepid undead started to speak, such notions disappeared and all he could do was let out a velvety laugh.

"Wait, wait, wait. Are you going to drink ARA's blood? She might get hypotension. We can't have that, or a scratch to her neck! Prom is almost here, she has to be the flawless Queen she was meant to be."

Eyes losing their red glow, Eve looked upon likely the biggest ARA fan he knew of. "Hypotension? Scratch? Yan, you wound me with your words. My bite is far from as crude to leave a scratch mark. Hypotension maybe, it depends on how thirsty I am at the moment." Eve pursed his lips slightly in mock offense at the insinuation his vampiric bite was unrefined, only to smile mischievously and lick his lips. Yan's entrance was unexpected, but at least he could have fun with it. Showing off his fangs, Eve looked to meet the undead's eyes, he couldn't help but smile wider. "You know…..they say that getting bitten by a skilled vampire is one of the best feelings in the world, akin to pure bliss. If I can't have ARA's blood, it's only fair you offer your own. Just a sip to show your conviction in stopping our wondrous performance?" He cooed, not at all serious. Well, he wasn't lying about the bliss part, though Eve did leave out the part where he could choose to make it excruciatingly painful. But you couldn't have the fear of dying (again) from shock or cardiac arrest dissuade her, now could he? "Though I must say, how brave of you to rush over despite massive crowd watching you like a hawk! You can just see the fury and bloodlust in stepping in on our show, much more one of ARA's!" He laughed yet again, looking over at the percentage of the crowd who looked very displeased with the development. . "You are truly the #1 superfan, aren't you?"

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Technicolor Cat · Dec 31, 2020

Bryakrull Versenchenne V’Kerrigenne

Brya was late for school. Brya was Never, Ever, late for school. It wasn’t even like her parents would care, and the school administration wasn’t super into hassling her unless they had to. It was a point of pride though, prompt, on time, precise and polite. Unfortunately getting hit by a pickup-truck on her daily run to school had delayed her by like, a whole few minutes, with a couple more tacked on for pulling the driver out of the wreckage and giving them the family business card. She wasn’t suuuper sure about landwalker laws, but she was pretty sure that hit and runs only counted if you were the one doing the hitting. She would find out later if it was a problem.

The biggest concern was honestly her clothes, but she was again semi-confident that she was fine by landwalker customs. She knew upper torso and crotch were considered important to hide, and the upper part of her shirt was mostly fine. Most of her upper chest was still covered, with only the very bottom curves being just visible, along with the edges of an oddly lacey sports bra made of an unknown material. She had taken the brunt of the impact to her abdominals, and she was pretty sure that area wasn’t legally considered indecent exposure. Sure she had gotten a lot of confused staring, and one case of fainting by a lady at a bus stop as she ran the rest of the way to school, but staring wasn’t that unusual, even if it had died down a bit till today. She glanced down at her abs as she approached the doors of the school, wondering whether they were weird by landwalker standards or something. They were extremely well defined, and about as hard as literal rock if she flexed them, but she didn’t really have much of a point of comparison. She usually wore fully covering shirts, so she would find out today what the deal was. At least she knew her pants were fine. Sure her loose outer pants had been destroyed, but she knew the skintight leather pants she wore beneath them were legally fine, even if they were stretched a little tightly around her leg muscles.

She ducked through the front doors, noting and then promptly ignoring the chaotic throng of students. Ara was very pretty, but Brya didn’t really want to deal with the crowd just to see her, especially when she was still this dusty from the collision. Deciding that the crowd would likely buy her enough time she ducked into a nearby restroom, and had to stop to blink for a moment. An angel, a bat-girl, and an animatronic had apparently walked into a bathroom and obliterated it. After a moment she simply shrugged and called out a good morning. It’s not like water was a problem for a shark, and the other students were probably fine. The paper towels on the wall had been mildly destroyed, but again that wasn’t a problem for what she wanted them for. At odds with her imposing size and the destroyed bathroom around them, she was markedly gentle when she drew the paper towels out without damaging their container any further. They were damp, but she would have had to get them damp anyway to clean the dust properly. Whistling a jaunty tune she brushed the dust off her remaining clothes, and then took slightly more care with her skin. Her abs especially she had to properly wash, what with the dust along with scraps of paint from the trucks hood. Even once her abdomen was properly wet and dust-free she had to scrub more at a couple spots of red paint.

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Coyote Hart

Coyote Hart · Dec 31, 2020

Now wasn't that an interesting sight... it wasn't every day that someone would have the boldness or audacity-- depending on one's point of view-- to break societal norms. Camelot had received advice from various people never to mess with the k-pop community. Apparently, they could be particularly vicious. Yan Xi breaks through a performance... it seemed like the equivalent of messing with the k-pop community.

"My my, how brave for you to put yourself against the wrath of the ARA fans," Camelot chuckled as he stepped forward, "You dare deny the fans the sight of this fun spectacle? ARA's face alight in rapture from the feeling of blood leaving her body... Eve's eyes sparkling as he connects his body with ARA's. What a shame. The simps won't have their fanservice."

"That being said... if I had to give this situation an arcana, I'd say..." Camelot dramatically pulled out a card and presented it to Yan Xi, "The Hierophant, reversed. Your willingness to reject what's expected of you by these fans is completely warranted. If ARA truly got hypertension... hypotension? Eh, tomayto, tomahto, if it had happened, wouldn't your queen be screwed? The crowd may ridicule you, but you truly are doing what's right."

"And you all--" Camelot turned to the fans before he stopped himself dead in his tracks. Hold on. What the actual fuck was he doing? Camelot hadn't thought about what he wanted out of this announcement. It was another one of Camelot's empty-headed, spontaneous actions. He was about to commit a faux-pas that he had been warned about. Don't get in the way of k-pop fans. He quickly thought of something to say and weakly ended with, "Well... you guys... please don't bully Junior Yan."

Camelot paused, twirling his light stick aimlessly. What was he up to? Why was he standing in the middle of a crowd? Why was he trying to prevent Yan Xi from getting bullied and putting himself in danger too? Why did he get fucked over by his spontaneity once again?

And even worse, Camelot had essentially volunteered himself to basically clear up the mess of the scuffed concert. Camelot covered his eyes and chuckled darkly. Ah, he screwed up. The only thing left to do was dig himself deeper.

"Don't bully Xi," Camelot declared, "For any true ARA fan would make sure her queen is unharmed!"

Camelot did not consider himself a charismatic person, and he really could not measure the reaction of the crowd. But he didn't let that bother him. He turned to Eve and ARA.

"Have you ever tried lamb's blood?" Camelot asked Eve, "The blood coagulates into this tofu-like substance. It's quite yummy. I'd imagine trying to feed off of a zombie would be like trying to slurp up tofu. Isn't going to be easy, handsome."

Camelot then realized that he had the opportunity of a lifetime. He had already screwed up enough by jumping into a situation unwarranted, so why not grab his autographs while he was at it. His signed tarot cards would probably be worth a fortune... and if his Walmart watch had Eve's signature, it would probably compete with his wristband in terms of value. While it was true that Camelot wasn't as money-hungry hoarding as his parents, he still wanted money.

"Since I'm already here, let me be so audacious as to ask," Camelot's eyes sparkled with greed as he looked between Eve and ARA, "Could I ask you cuties for autographs? I'd even trade my blood for it."

|| Interactions:

Colorless Spectrum (Yan Xi),

. D O V E (ARA),

The Prophet (Everett) ||

. D O V E · Jan 1, 2021

The post-performance rush has always been a wonderful feeling. Seeing the smile on her audience's faces made ARA feel absolutely nothing (oh give her a slack, she's been doing this for centuries; even the most beautiful gem turns dull when you keep seeing it everyday,) however, hearing them chanting her name never ceased to make her feel empowered. Their cries were like fuel to her fire, definitely one of the few things that keep her in this intrusive industry. Anyways, it felt very rewarding and made the tons of hours she spent training her obsessed fans and Eve's thralls worth it.

Speaking of obsessed fans... ARA's eyes widened when she saw Eve's face suddenly pried off her neck. Gasps and murmurs quickly followed and soon, the pink-haired superstar found herself staring at a particular undead. Then, the said undead began blabbering about hypotension something-something, prom, and Flawless Queen. The kitsune's ears instantly perked up at this and a mischievous glint replaced the confusion in her eyes. With swaying tails, she allowed Everett to converse with her so-called Number 1 Fan.

The vampire was correct; the majority of the crowd did look very displeased with the interruption. The brave zombie would definitely get harassed once the superstars turn their backs and didn't say anything to save her hide. The ARAxEVE shippers could get really viscous sometimes, too. 'Hmm, what a very tempting idea.' ARA couldn't help the deviant thought. Forgetting a lot of things is the byproduct of immortality- morality included. Fortunately, right before she could entertain her whimsical nature and make everything worse, somebody else stepped in and spoke for the zombie.

She placed a slender finger over her lips, tapping the soft skin thoughtfully as she looked at him from head to toe. He appeared to be some sort of a winged-creature. Either a harpy cosplaying as a snake or a dragon. Meh. Species didn't matter. What mattered was that he, and the nosy undead, looked good in a way that they'd blend in with her back-up dancers pretty well. As in, her audience wouldn't throw up if their gaze flickered to them by chance. They would make a nice addition to her weekly entrance next Monday.

"Ara ara~," an amused chuckle left her lips, "I see you're familiar with this girl, Eve." She studied Yan Xi with squinted eyes. She did look a little bit familiar, but then again she could be remembering another person entirely since she's been walking on this world for who knows how long.

She whipped her attention to the agog crowd in front of them. She noticed most of them had their cameras and phones out, meaning, whatever happens will be all over social media pretty soon. And so, ARA decided that the best course of action was to plant a kiss on Yan Xi and Camelot's cheeks. She even made sure to pause so the onlookers would have enough time to snap a decent picture. Once that was done, she pulled away with a coquettish smile and looked at the pink mark of her lipstick on their cheeks.

"Better than an autograph, yes?" She winked at them, and a couple of people fainted at the background. "I rejoice in knowing that my fans care so much about my well-being! Enough that they'd risk their own lives... or unlives... just to make sure I become Prom Queen! Since I'm greatly moved, I therefore grant these two the delightful chance of carrying me to my classroom~!" With that, she gracefully raised her arms, waiting for the zombie and the dragon to pick her up like the loyal ~~slaves~~ fans that they were.

Needless to say, Camelot and Yan Xi might have to deal with a little bit of extra attention for the next few weeks... months... years?

Coyote Hart

Coyote Hart · Jan 1, 2021

Shit. Perhaps panicking wasn't the best idea. Now all three of the bathroom occupants were wet, and he almost killed the animatronic. Thank goodness it seemed that a simple reboot fixed it. As they said in the IT department, try turning it off and on again. It was a great solution to most things, just not alcoholism. He didn't mind the animatronic's terrifying rows of teeth; Judas definitely couldn't judge knowing what he hid below his bang of hair.

It was kind of awkward for Priscilla to attempt to help dry Judas's pants (which is pretty awkward whichever way you think about it), but Judas was appreciative. She seemed like a nice gal. He didn't mind that Priscilla called him cute either. Gender roles dictating what adjectives could be used to describe someone were stupid and dumb. Priscilla was one of those people that Judas didn't really talk to even though there was no reason he shouldn't talk to her... just like how there was no reason to talk to her. It was kinda like how people... huh. Judas's mind was blank; he couldn't figure out an analogy to why someone wouldn't randomly talk to someone. Guess that's something that makes people weird.

"Great, I know now what name to use when saying hi in the halls," Judas said, "Even though things might be a bit awkward after... all this."

He gestured to the absolutely obliterated bathroom.

"My name's Judas," he introduced himself to Priscilla with a beaming smile, "Yes, I know. It was a genius idea for my parents to name me after the guy who betrayed Jesus. It was like foreshadowing."

On the other hand, the animatronic... Rexy, something about him seemed oddly familiar. Judas knew that he had seen him in a movie, but Judas wasn't in the habit of watching spin-off shows. It was much more difficult to pirate tv shows than movies. He was vaguely annoyed that Rexy took his scotch, and when he went through his bag, he couldn't find any alcohol... nor any drugs other than his Juul, and the dbrand skin made it impossible to use in the moist environment. Where the hell was the beer? Resignedly, Judas slapped close his bag.

"Why I live in the back alleyway?" Judas mirrored Priscilla's question, "The short answer is... crime."

In a bizarre decision, Judas elected to not elaborate. It really wasn't that complicated. He had walked into a Costco, then walked out with seventy of their ice cream samples and a tent, none of which he paid for. And the back of the pizzeria was a place of convenience. Whenever he tried to make camp in other back alleyways, the owners of the buildings would always hire raccoon exterminators to deal with him. It got to the point where Judas knew the raccoon exterminators personally. Judas didn't blame the building owners for what they did, especially since he also occupied the alleyway with a portapotty and a grill which he made hotdogs on.

But the pizzeria for some reason didn't kick Judas out. So he just stayed there. It was nice, except it meant that he didn't get to see the raccoon exterminators as much as before.

"Wait hold on, you work at the pizzeria??" Judas exclaimed. He grabbed onto the animatronic's shoulders and took a nice good look at him, "Holy shit, you're the Rexy! The movie star! What the hell! And I did mix up my rated R films. It's that sorta thing that happens when you watch too many of them, you get me?"

Judas realized that he was probably getting too close for personal space, so he did the right thing by patting Rexy on the back to make him feel even more uncomfortable, "Thanks for not calling the raccoon exterminators on me!"

Judas's sense of right and wrong were so mixed up that if he wasn't feeling drunk and lazy, he probably would have shaken Rexy until the screws in him fell loose. It just seemed like the logical thing to do when he screwed (no pun intended) up-- go all the way.

"And yeah, the breadsticks are amazing! So buttery and delicious!" Judas beamed, "I guess it explains the heart attack last week. I was wondering if it was because of the cocaine or something else."

"Speaking of cocaine, be careful with those shorts," Judas instructed Priscilla, "There's a block of cocaine in them. I think it's probably mostly dissolved from the water, but if you want it, you can go ahead and keep it. I have more where it came from."

At that moment, a masculine shark-lady entered the restroom. Why Judas didn't barricade the door was beyond him, but now that four people had gone into the restroom, logic said that one couldn't lock the door. So he just let it be. Like the other people who had come in, she seemed to accept the flooded, destroyed bathroom as normal. She also seemed to be cleaning herself up, like Judas was, but in an actually sane manner. Perhaps he should just do what she was doing next time. Break into a Walmart, steal one of their bath towels, and soak it in water to substitute for a shower. But why was the shark-lady cleaning herself up?

"Hold up," Judas pointed at the shark-lady, "Are you homeless too?!?!"

|| Interactions:

Ghoulina (Priscilla),

SP3CT3R (Rexy),

Technicolor Cat (Brya) ||

Ghoulina · Jan 4, 2021

Jesus? Crime? Raccoon exterminators?! Priscilla's eyes narrowed as she watched Judas, listening to him speak about such things with a cavalier tone was a little disarming. So, from all of this, his name was Judas, his parents didn't like Jesus, he committed crimes and had a heart attack last week from butter.

"Speaking of cocaine, be careful with those shorts. There's a block of cocaine in them. I think it's probably mostly dissolved from the water, but if you want it, you can go ahead and keep it. I have more where it came from."

Wait, what?! Cocaine in the shorts?! Right at that moment, a life changing incident happened: Brya entered the damaged bathroom like a gorgeous, effortlessly cool amazon and began to wash her fully visible glorious abs right in front of them. It felt like her heart had simultaneously exploded and also fallen into the floor, she gazed wide eyed and gaping at her, clutching Judas' shorts in a vice grip. Brya was Priscilla's vision of perfection, she was incredibly strong, muscular, athletic and charismatic. She had beautiful yellow eyes and was a mountainous size. From the first time she saw her, it was like time had stopped, and each moment after that she would secretly admire her from afar. She would cheer her on in gym class, she would gush about her strength and overall coolness to classmates, and would often try to secretly leave her bits of food in passing, on her desk, at whatever lunch table she was at, always unnoticed. A secret food ninja of sorts. Any interaction she had tried to muster up was usually short and awkward, and this was the closest she had ever been to her. Now, to say something normal and cool...

...

...

"OHMYGOD WHY AREN'T YOU SAYING ANYTHINGGGG"

A screeching dial up tone sound played through her mind. She had dreamed of finally being able to actually talk to Brya, maybe doing something really cool like actually excelling at gym class, winning a dodge ball game and then having an amazing imaginary muscled bicep high five together. Now here she was, a sad wet girl in a public bathroom. She decided to try a compliment, most people enjoyed compliments and they were fun and super easy to do.

"H-hi- Hi Brya! You look really greet- I mean great, you look totally great today!"

Of course, she messed it up, and began internally screaming in her head. Her light pink skin flushed, especially her cheeks that were hot to the touch. Priscilla's eyes darted downward shyly, then she realized she still had the shorts in her hands. She looked at the shorts. She looked at Judas. Then the shorts. Then Rexy. Then the shorts one more time. She had forgotten about them in that brief and heavenly moment. He said cocaine, and it's probably all dissolved and it might be all over her hands- how does cocaine work?! Was she doing a cocaine right at that moment?! Would the cocaine hit her at any moment?! Father had told her that drugs, specifically the hellish cocaine caused nightmarish hallucinations and turned your skin inside out- and she liked her skin! She immediately dropped the shorts and looked at her hands in horror.

"I-I need to go! Sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Tearing up slightly, she sped out the bathroom entrance, her heart pounding. What a complete disaster! A golden opportunity to dazzle Brya with her wit and newfound confidence and she had not only messed that up but now she was probably high on cocaine and at any moment her skin would somehow flip inside out. She barreled through the hallways taking random turns until she arrived near the front entrance, out of breath. Maybe she could make a dash for it and fly home- no way, her parents would kill her! What about the school nurse? She spun around wildly and caught a dark shadow out of the corner of her eye... was something on the ceiling? A chill ran up her spine- this was it, the cocaine was coming. She slowly turned and looked up at the ceiling, horrified. It was a giant spider person! A woman! Her father's voice echoed in her mind:

"Some spiders eat bats. So it's best to avoid them, and if you do encounter one, always remember to-"

To what?! Help past dad, help! Her brain once again entered dial up tone mode and she gawked in terror before pointing at her.

"D-don't eat me, I am full of cocaine! And my dad says that turns your skin inside out and gives you hallucin- wait! Are you a hallucination?"

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Huntertabbysandshark3 · Jan 4, 2021

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