Username: Macyduke
Name: Berkley (Call him Berk)
Gender: Male
Story (1599/1600 words):
(Includes
Mikleo)
Berk as they called him, started the night with a curious look at his exteriorly fluffy brown coat through a reflective surface. He frowned at the way the color looked against his fur. Maybe he a tux would be more fitting? He shook his head, no, it wouldn’t-wait he could get two jokes out of that. Not one to second guess his genius, Berkley ripped the brown coat off his shoulders and fought his way into a surprisingly well fitting tux he’d found in a men’s wearhouse a few years ago. He smirked at the thought of the “abandoned men’s wearhouse”, abandoned, no, full of nice unwatched clothing after three in the morning, yes. Running his paws through his mane, he looked over his suit for anything out of place. His eye found their doppelgänger and he couldn’t help but smile and give one of his signature winks to the most handsome guy planning to look into a spoon to see if he had anything in his teeth later. “Tonight’s gonna defiantly be one to remember.” He told himself as he walked out of the survival shelter he called home. As an after thought, he ran back in and rummaged through the drawers he’d filled with junk he found to be overly fascinating, and pulled out a bright green water gun. “Perfect.” He muttered, shoving it in his pocket before racing back out the door and into the soon to be darkness.
From there Berk headed to a party planet store for a few party supplies he’d neglected to grab, such as streamers, a chip bowl, and of course orange and black party cups. He always seemed to forget the party cups. It had long since been light out by the time he got home, and he was a bit worried that his had already come to the door, realized on one was there and left. Seeing that there was nothing he could do about the guests who'd already shown up and left, he swung the door open. After a few moments of waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he wandered inside and flicked the light switch with his tail. Slowly the lights flickered to life, revealing a room with a massive desk sitting between two doors which lead to hallways that split off into other rooms full of furniture human’s left out on the curb for a dump truck to tow away. He sighed at dirt that covered the white tile flooring. Assuming that guests were going to arrive soon, he quickly set his supplies down and got to mopping up the mud he'd dragged in a few weeks ago after a heavy downpour. To his surprise, no one showed up until twenty minutes after he’d cleaned up the entrance, locked all the rooms that contained dangerous equipment, hazardous chemicals, over a dozen rifles and guns paired with ammunition. Sometimes he wondered who could have built such an extravagant shelter filled with such deadly things and then forgot about it. Then again he did have to throw out some old skeletons the previous owner may not have left behind. Rather than continue to ponder whether or not those skeletons were the past residents, he finished setting up everything he wanted to for the party, which included a half busted radio he’d managed to position just right over the intercom so that the music could reach most of the rooms. When they did they came in as a massive hoard, dressed as things as silly as trees and as terrifying as zombies.
“Hello! Welcome! Party is mostly set up through the right door, third door on the right down the hall, but you’re free to go where ever you want to, but if a door is locked don’t go in.” He said to his guests, holding the door open for them. “There’s plenty of candy, punch, muffins, and whatever for all. Just keep in mind, smoking isn’t allowed.” Once the flow of viscets came to a slow, he jammed a door stopped into the large steal door to keep it open, before leaving to join his guests in the main party room. While walking down the hall he noticed a teal viscet wander into a room he remembered locking. His eyes narrowed, and with quickening pace, he fallowed the fleeting image of the viscet's tail into the room, were lab equipment and chemicals were abundant. “Hey!” He shouted, fur standing on end. Three viscets turned to face him, two of which looked guilty. “What’d I say about locked rooms?” He stood up on his toes in an attempt to look bigger, and began thrashing his menacing and potentially deadly tail back and forth. "If you can't fallow the only rule then get out of my house.” He barked, the viscet closest to him, the teal one, took a step back and knocked over one of his beakers, successfully sending it toward a glass shattering end, while the other two scampered past Berk and presumably out of the somewhat well decorated bunker.
“Whoops.” The other viscet managed, dropping his book down in an attempt to catch the glass moments before it could transform from one piece into a little over fifty. Berkley cringed at the sound of one of his precious beakers breaking. “Sorry about-“ Before rage had a chance to get the best of him; the sincerity in the other's voice soothed his anger and moved him to forgive the other before they could finish their sentience.
“Don’t worry about it.” Berk said dismissively, a bit embarrassed about the way he'd shouted at the trio. A moment of silence passed between them, desperate to keep the teal viscet from leaving, Berkley remembered the book the long maned viscet had dropped and pointed to it. "What’s that?” He asked, tilting his head.
“Oh!” The other viscet exclaimed, brushing the glass away from where they were standing and picking up the book. “It’s a book I found full of fun creepy stuff to do on Halloween!” He flipped it open and turned to a page that he'd marked. “Look this one says how to raise the dead!”
“Raise the-?“
“Like this! Corpus Levitus! Diablo Dominus! MONDO VICIUM!” The other shouted excitedly. "Whoops." He said quickly "Can you imagine if that actua-" A loud cracking sound shook the bunker and knocked the radio off the table it'd been set up on, successfully making the only sound hearable complaints from viscets who didn't like the sudden absence of music. Berkley grabbed hold of a table and looked at the speakers as if they were about tell him what'd shaken the bunker, before looking back at the viscet with soft pink eyes.
"Did that actually work- I'm sorry what's your name again?" Berk asked raising an eyebrow.
"No idea. Wanna go see if it did? And Mikleo." Said Mikleo, tucking the book under his arm and going to shake Berks paw.
"Berk." Said the green viscet, shaking the Mikleo's outstretched paw. "Sure." From there the two left the room, re-locked the door, and then left the mostly underground bunker in search of what had caused the bunker to shake. It didn't take long for them to question whether or not they were going in the right direction or if there was a right direction to begin with, and decide to head back so that Berk could give Mikleo a tour of where he lived and a more in depth history of what he assumed happen within the building. When the front door to the bunker came into sight, Berkley couldn't help but sigh of relief. His hopes of a terrifying-less night were dashed when unearthly groans and moans reached the pair's ears. He knew the moment he'd turn around he'd loose what humans called their "man card", and he was right because the moment he did he let out a scream so high pitched yet gurgley, that it put little girls to shame.
Zombies, all of which were human, surrounded them and the bunker. In an instant, Berk was at the door and fumbling over the threshold, Mikleo right behind him, and behind him the zombies. The two raced past the desk and through the right door. Before Berk knew it he found himself at the end of the hall fumbling to unlock the door to the firearms and ammunition, Mikleo no longer behind him. After a quick look down the hall he found his teal friend on the other end of the hall, holding the door shut. "What are you doing?" Berk asked his companion urgently.
"We can't just let them in, they'll... Wait they're just standing there. Looking at me." The other said as they looked through a circular window in the door.
"Ok well I'm going to grab a shotgun." Answered Berk, unlocking the door to retrieve one. When he returned he found the door open and his friend gone. It was at this time he noticed that someone had reset up the radio and that the music was just a little to loud. Slowly, Berkley made his way down the hall, quivering as the groans, moans, and a strange laugh got louder. Eventually finding his way the door, Berk peered through it's window. What he saw astonished him, there stood Mikleo laughing at the hoard of zombies as they did a very poor version of the can-can. Mikleo, having heard the door creak when Berk absentmindedly touched it, looked over at him.
"Check it out. The spell I cast says they have to do whatever I say!"
Credits:
The faze "Corpus Levitus! Diablo Dominus! MONDO VICIUM!" is from Gravity falls, Scary-oke.
Unused jokes that I couldn't let go to waste but aren't part of the form:
Person A: *Looks at someone well dressed on Halloween night* What are you supposed to be?
Person B: Presentable.
Person A: Really?
Person B: Na I'm kidding. I'm a nudist on strike.
