[Jochedo]

spooky kalon #; Werewolf 1977
username; Jochedo
name; Finley
gender; Nonbinary
prompt;
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It was late at night and Finley was walking by themselves, like usual, on their way back from work.
It was a full moon, and this whole day had been feeling off. Finley was already concerned about their ability to sleep as they genuinely have trouble sleeping when there's a full moon on the horizon. They always wonder why, but they've come to the conclusion that it's astrology related after checking their Co-Star. They liked that they were a scorpio sun but that's about the most they actually knew about astrology.

WIP

[PleaserOfCrowds]

Mark

[SilentMelody]

spooky kalon #; 1977
username; SilentMelody
name;
gender;
prompt; Mark!!

[nio]

spooky kalon #; 1976
username; nio
name; Sweet
gender; female
prompt;

kalon candy skull!
strawberry gummy kalon head
milk gummy kalon skull
blueberry gumdrop eye
marshmallow hair

[zero.two]

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username. zero.two (#743737)
kalon name. tbd
kalon number. #1977
kalon gender. male
prompt. Halloween story












xxxxxxxxxxx─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: * where there is no imagination, there is horror. * :☆ﾟ. ───


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"A Not-so Happy Ending"

Our story begins on a dark, stormy night inside the castle of a beautiful princess named Ella. The young girl had just finished all of the chores given to her by her evil stepmother. She was preparing herself for a royal ball, where she hoped to find the prince of her dreams and live out the happy ending she had always read about in fairytales. She searched the castle long and hard for something, anything she could wear to the event. To her dismay, she was only able to find a simple gown that had been left behind by her mother and a raggedy old pair of shoes. Unable to find anything else she could wear, Ella dressed herself up in the sad excuse for an outfit and made her way out of the castle.

She tiptoed down the stairs, hoping to avoid alerting her stepmother and sisters of her plans for the night. Before she could do anything, she fell down the stairs. Pushed from behind by an unseen force, she tumbled down the long staircase. The old dress she had put on began to rip, its fabric in complete tatters by the time she picked herself up at the bottom. Ella looked up toward where she was pushed, her expression twisting into a look of absolute disgust as she saw the outline of her stepmother. She felt she had no choice but to run out of the castle, her eyes wet with tears as they streamed down her face and onto the fabric of the dress she was so reluctant to wear. The princess continued running, her legs taking her to a small garden shed that sat at the edge of the property. She collapsed onto a low bench just inside the building and continued to cry, her hands cupping her face as the tears continued to fall.

Just moments after she sat down, a strange figure appeared in the corner of the room. Her eyes widened at the peculiar sight, and even more so when a bright light came from the window and lit up the unfamiliar woman. She was of short stature, with a head of full, white hair that reached past her shoulders. It was her fairy godmother. The older woman reached her hands out and touched Ella's shoulders.
"My dear child, are you not going to the ball?" asked the fairy godmother.
"I was going, but I fell, and the only dress I have is in complete shreds," said Ella, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
"Don't worry, my child, that is why I'm here. We are going to fix this," said the fairy godmother.
"Really?" asked Ella, wiping the tears that had been cascading down her cheeks.
"Yes, come on, get up, and let's get you ready for the ball," said the fairy godmother.

Ella stood up, her face brightening instantly as a broad smile pierced through her once downtrodden exterior. Her hopes of going to the ball and finding a prince were not all gone. The fairy godmother worked her magic, and within a split second, Ella transformed. She turned to a small mirror on the wall of the shed and gasped at the sight. She couldn't believe her eyes; she looked amazing. Her once destroyed dress was now a beautiful blue ball gown, and her ratty old shoes were a pair of gleaming glass slippers. It was like all her dreams had come true; she could finally go to the ball and meet the prince.

Ella's excitement began to disappear as she realized there was no way she could get to the ball. Her stepmother already left in the carriage with her sisters, leaving her no mode of transportation for the night.
"Fairy godmother, how am I going to get there?" asked Ella in a concerned voice.
"My dear daughter, why are you worried? Did you forget the reason I'm here is to help you? Let's see what we have to work with." The fairy godmother took a moment to scan the shed, her brows furrowed as she concentrated on their surroundings. She let out a loud "Aha!" and lunged toward a small pumpkin at the edge of the room, the corners of her lips turning up in a proud smile.
"See! this will be perfect." The fairy godmother beamed at the young princess, her wand in hand as she prepared to work her magic.

Ella watched with excitement as her fairy godmother set the pumpkin down, but it was short-lived. Her eyes widened as the older woman broke into a fit of sneezing, her wand expelling magic with each exhale of breath. It all happened so fast. The small pumpkin they picked began transforming, but not into a carriage as they thought it would. The pumpkin grew large, its vines mutating into long, mangled limbs, and its face taking on a sinister smile as sharp teeth began protruding from its mouth. Ella let out a shrill scream and took a significant step backward, her eyes never leaving the ugly monster as it lumbered toward her.

The fairy godmother was bewildered by the monster she had created. She tried to use her wand to turn it into a carriage like it was meant to become, but she couldn't. Her wand was no longer able to perform magic.
"Ella, I'm afraid I can't make your wish come true," said the fairy godmother.
The monster pumpkin was moving closer and closer to where they were standing. Tears cascaded down Ella's face as fear and sorrow gripped her heart. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. All she wanted was to go to the ball, but here she was, face to face with a creature that one could only find in their nightmares. The monster pumpkin stretched out its arms and grabbed hold of Ella. She let out another high-pitched scream as the vines wrapped around her, slowly bring her to the point of suffocation. The princess could hardly breathe as she called out to the fairy godmother, hoping the older woman could do something to free her from the clutches of the monster. But when she looked over at where the woman had once been standing, there was no one to be found. She had been abandoned, left alone to deal with something she didn't even want in the first place.
As the creature continued to suffocate her, Ella could do nothing but gasp for air, unable to do much else with the strong vines confining her. It didn't take long for the young princess to perish; the only evidence being the dark purple marks that now adorned her. With his task completed, the pumpkin monster crawled out of the shed. He made his way into the castle, hoping to find his next target and begin the cycle all over again.

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[Zailune]

spooky kalon #; 1977
username; Zailune
name; Zane
gender; Male
prompt;

Zane blinked wearily and sat up, kicking his sheets off in a huff. He pressed the off button on his blaring alarm clock.
“Aaahh...” He groaned. “I didn't sleep well at all...”

For a moment, he wondered to himself why it was so difficult to sleep. Normally, he'd be out like a light in minutes when heading to bed, but last night couldn't have been more difficult. It was only a moment before he remembered – today was the day. The Fall Festival, the spookiest Halloween Event held yearly in his rural town. Zane snapped out of his groggy mode and jumped out of bed, tripping over the mess he called a room and throwing on some baggy day clothes.

“The pumpkin patch, the hay maze, the candy-” He mumbled to himself on his way out the door.
“I've been waiting for this since last year!”

…

The Festival was fun as always, and the sweets stands were stocked and ready for the townsfolk. Someone tripped over the edge of a wagon and made a dramatic scene of it, despite being unharmed. Zane ate too much candy and got an upset stomach. Basically, things were the same as last year... but, as the day went on and the moon rose in the sky, Zane's thirst for adventure led him to a somewhat quiet corner of the event, where a small tent stood still. A cloth sign posted between two support poles read, “The Mirror Maze”. Despite having attended the festival for the last decade, Zane couldn't remember anything of this sort from previous years. Curiosity and impulse pulled him into the dark tent, which seemed to be bigger on the inside than out.

A frail, scruffy-bearded kalon sat in a rickety wooden chair, slowly and rhythmically tapping the table in front of him. His eyes were glossy as he met the gaze of a curious Zane.
“Here for the Mirror Maze, child?” The stranger said in a grainy voice.
“I don't remember this attraction. I don't remember you either.” Zane spoke bluntly. “Er... and, hey, I'm no kid.”
The stranger grew a slight smile. “It's a traveling gig, child.”
Zane noticed a long cloth that seemed to conceal another part of the tent. That must be the entrance, he thought to himself. “So.... through there?”
“Yes, but I must ask that you follow the rules of this... attraction.”
“Rules? That's no fun.”
“They are simple enough. I strongly suggest you look them over.” The stranger prodded, suddenly reaching out to Zane with a paper in hand. Zane took ahold of the paper and skimmed the page. It seemed like gibberish, so he figured it couldn't be that important. He walked past the stranger and up to the long cloth barrier.
“Oh!” Zane blurted suddenly, turning back to the stranger. “Here.” He said, placing a chocolate candy-pop in front of the stranger. “The booths are closing now, and I've had my fair share. Hope you like candy.”

...and in he walked.

In The Mirror Maze, you may feel alone.
When reflections appear, it is fate that is sewn,
The voices you hear, in their curious tone,
Are as real as the grass, the water and stone.

Why is it that no matter how many turns I take, I can't seem to progress?
It must be getting late. I need to go home...
I'm getting sick of seeing my own face.
So, so sick of it.
…
But... it's strange.
These reflections look as lost as I feel.
My expressions and movements aren't matching up.
Am I delirious?
…
I'm tired. How could a space so small be so troublesome?
…
Wait... In that reflection, I can see a candy-pop in my pocket. I don't have one though, I gave my last treat to that stranger. That stranger... the paper... what did the paper say? The words look blurry. I must've smudged the ink.
But... I can make out some of the words.

00 The Mirror Maze, 000 000 feel 00000.
0000 reflections 000000, 00 00 0000 0000 00 0000,
The voices 000 0000, 00 00000 0000000 0000,
Are 00 real 00 000 00000, 000 00000 000 00000.

Feel reflections?
The voices are real?

…

Zane reached out and touched a mirror, his reflection following his movements. It was warm.
“You learn quickly.” A voice said, as the reflection's mouth moved. The reflection faded, and Zane stepped through the mirror into a room surrounded by similar mirrors, ones lining the floor, walls and ceiling.

“You don't usually get this far, you know.”
“But you're different from... well, you.”
“So I have one thing I'd like to ask.”
“Do you know what happens when you don't learn? When you aren't different?”
“The same thing that happens every time.”
“You get stuck in the maze.”

Zane awoke once again to his blaring alarm clock. He was confused, but remembered that today is an important day.

The day of the Fall Festival.

[Kiaa]

spooky kalon #; #1977
username; Kiaa
name; Conri
gender; Male
prompt;

Halloween rarely has a full moon, only occurring once every 18 - 19 years. This year, the full moon will rise high as the first Blue Moon, the second full moon in the same month. This will be the first occurrence in 76 years. The Halloween full moon will also be a Hunter’s Moon, which is the first full moon to follow the harvest moon. Though many are excited about this moon, only thinking of the beauty and the rarity of it. Some, like Conri and his Lycan brethren, are terrified. Scrambling to prepare a way to prevent a massacre. Many over the years have forgotten the legend of the "Blue Blood Moon". A blood moon is another name for the hunter's moon, as the moon is associated with the blood from hunting or the color of the changing autumn leaves.
The Legend of the "Blue Blood Moon" has been passed down in the family of werewolves for generations. As to heed the warning of the monsters they can become. With the full moon high in the sky, it weakens the veil between the realms. Though on an average full moon the Lycan's grow in strength and will often hold competitions in celebration, the Blue Blood Moon is not something to celebrate. Not only do they become stronger, but the blood haze of the moon also sends them into an unquenchable bloodlust. They will attack anything and everything without thought. The first occurrence of this moon caused the Lycans to be hunted until near extinction, as the others feared them. Thinking the bloodlust was consistent and not a result of the pull of the moon.
Those that survived the mass hunt, learned to protect themselves, taught their children, and so on. To not only protect their species but those around them. So that a massacre of that magnitude would never happen again.
In preparation, Conri's home has a basement that has been built like a dungeon. In the center is a small cage, large enough to only hold him. Outside that cage, is another cage, slightly larger, as a reinforcement. Shackled to the walls are cuffs for each limb. The door to the basement covered in silver. Wolfsbane hangs from the walls to help weaken him so he can not breakthrough. No matter how strong the moon is.

(Lore based on fact and fiction, mostly fiction though Idea from the occurrence of the Blue Blood Moon last year in 2020 on Halloween!)

[Griff]

spooky kalon #; 1977
username; Griff
name; Cane Silver
gender; Male
prompt;

"Gather around the campfire kids! I have a story for you that I think you;ll find satisfyingly spooky..." The Scarecrow dressed Kalon gave the younger kalons around him a grin, winking as he made his promise. Waiting until everyone was settled upon their hay bales, he cleared his throat. "Once, not so long ago, there was a group much like our own. A group who had gathered to celebrate the holiday, each with their costumes on and ready to get treats! The scarecrow told his story to them, as I am telling mine to you, and then everyone got ready to go. Only..."

"Well. They found they could not get very far. An invisible dome surrounded them, and try as hard as they might to pound upon it they could not break free. If they looked up, they could see a pair of eyes staring down at them... and then their entire world shook as though there was a hurricane! The gathered could only see stars in their eyes before it all settled down again, and they decided to huddle close to each other for comfort trying to figure out what was going on. They seemed to be trapped in a massive halloween snow globe!"

"Oh thats so stupid!" One kalon grumbled before getting up to storm off. "I am going to go get can-"

THUD.

Their eyes widened, as they hit an invisible wall. "What on...?"

"Every now and again," the scarecrow continued. "They would manage to forget their predicament. But something always reminded them..."

"NO no... you've got to be kiddin us old man! Its just a sick joke right? I-" The world around them shook violently, leaving them rooted in place but seeing bright sparkles, stars. "...I don't like this! Let us out!"

"And not to worry, when they are not looking we shall all forget again and the calm will return. Now come back here and sit, I have a story to tell..."

[Moonpaw8033]

spooky kalon #; 1976
username; Moonpaw8033
name; Kat
gender; Demigirl
prompt;
!Sparkling Edible Shakers!
XX♥Hollow gummy shell
XX♥Sweet candy liquid insides
XX♥Crunchy sugar sprinkle gem shakers.

[Little Fish]

spooky kalon #; #1977
username; Little Fish
name; Faolan
gender; genderfluid (they/them)
prompt;

The crunching of frost bitten dirt, the breath of air blown into the cold night only to be seen and whisked away in the moonlight. The rustle from the trees whose leaves are still falling as the cold wind blows. Faolan shivered as another breeze ruffled their fur. They had been walking for what felt like hours, searching for this abandoned railroad everyone had been talking about. It had been built in the 1830s and was put out of commission in the 1900s after multiple complaints from passengers about the rides being too rough and nearly everything being out of date. It soon became a hangout spot in the 1960s, especially the tunnel through the hillside.

That was Faolans main focus to find, the tunnel had been talked about quite often by townsfolk. In hush-hush voices one could catch the mention of it but nothing else as others would glare at the mention of it. When asking around most would clam up or tell them to stop questioning such things. Finally, Faolans eyes glittered as they fell upon some stone. Approaching in a round about way to get the full view, they tripped over a thick metal strip. Scrambling up, a toothy grin spread across their face. The tracks were right below them, and in front was the gapping tunnel. Dark and overgrown a bit, the wind whistled through the vines.

Faolan could feel some small vibrations from the tracks as they walked closer towards the tunnel. Excitement buzzed within as a damp breeze touched their face, bring with the scents of the tunnel. The darkness inside seemed to grow before them as the vibrations turned into a rumble. Concern sparked but curiosity had not a care. Faolan continued forward, worry worming in their stomach. Staring further into the pitch black Faolan shrunk back quickly as a blinding light erupted from the other side. The track shook below and the sound of an on coming train moving on the tracks could be heard. They stopped, squinting their eyes toward the light questioning if they had gone mad. Suddenly the trains horn blared loudly in warning. Faolan continued to stand, frozen. The horn blared again, closer and louder. Panicking they moved off to the side near the entrance to the tunnel and crouched along the rock. The train grew louder and louder until it burst forth from the tunnel, blaring its horn in its wake. The sudden rush of wind blew Faolans fur forward into their face, pushing it aside they stared in horror at the clearly visible train moving swiftly along the aged track.

Their eyes watered, blinking hard and rubbing them gently Faolan opened them to an empty, silent forest. Looking down the track there was nothing to be seen for miles straight down. Approaching the track itself gave no sign of having been recently used as the overgrowth remained in place. The cool breeze rustled the falling leaves and that was the only sound to be heard. Shaking, they turned around toward the town, realizing now why no one spoke of the old trains tunnel. Now they knew the secret, uncertainty and a newfound excitement made place within as they progressed their walk back, considering a return in the morning for the possibility of different results.