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Names:
Viscet: Castor
Tail-mouth: Pollux
Genders:
Viscet: Male
Tail-mouth: Male

The day is October 31st, 1901, a holiday is being celebrated today here in Manchester. It goes by the name Hallows eve, and as many other refer to as Halloween. With the different names, it has there are also many different ways to celebrate it, and tonight I will tell you mine.
7:30 pm:
I had just begun to finish up my latest contraption for this evening. I had been working for months to complete it and tonight was the night to show it off. "How's it holding together?" Pollux's voice could be heard to my left. I observed over the armor being sure to check off every small detail. "I think it's about done." With about thirty minutes to spare we began to place the equipment on us, strapping it down on Pollux and partially on my shoulder. Lastly, I placed the mask upon my muzzle tightening it a bit before taking a look at our reflection. The embers luminosity showed through the armor with its red glow. It was just what we wanted, but something was missing. I gave Pollux a good look before grabbing what was needed to finish my masterpiece, with paints in hand and a subtle "Hold still" I got to work.
8:00 pm:
The whole city was gathering in the town square for the annual Halloween bash where there would be food, dancing, bobbing for apples, costume contests, and much more. This year we were to attend costume contests were many inventors, such as ourselves, work hours upon hours to create the perfect contraptions for their tryouts.
8:30 pm:
Through all the chattering and music you could hear the abrupt sound of the intercom going off. "Ladies and gentlemen, gooood evening!" A women's voice was displayed all around the courtyard. "It's such a pleasure to see so many of you here on this frightful night, and folks, starting at 9:00 we will be hosting our yearly costume contest to the east of the courtyard and pie eating contest to the left. Sooo don't miss out!." The click of the intercom was our cue to head over and sign ourselves up.
9:00 pm:
I could feel Pollux beside me jittering in excitement, this had been our third year attending and we were positive it wouldn't be our last. This had come a routine for us, coming here and spending quality time together. As the judges went over each of our works one by one, critiquing, I looked over to my brother admiring the small touch that really made our costume stand out, the vibrant painted on eyes. They were a festive orange color displayed against a somber brown. With all this pressure put on us and the amount of effort we put into our work, I still had no intention of making first place because whether we win or loose I couldn't possibly ask for more than to be here with my brother.
Castor and Pollux are mechanical engineers as well as inventors, they live in the time of steam-powered machinery, and Castor from a young age had yearned to build/create an eye for his brother. He always considered his tail to be more family than what others would consider a nuisance. Though he was never successful at making this invention over the years, Castor became Pollux's eyes as Pollux became his closest lifelong friend.The evening had just begun as Castor fiddled around with his work in front of him. His eyes were intent, his ears giving a slight twitch.
"It's not worth it.." Pollux spoke in a soft tired tone just beside him, catching only a small bit of his attention. Castor said nothing, simply adjusting a few springs and continuing on. He had been working for months upon months to create the perfect set of eyes for his brother, he wanted him to see the word around him knowing little that he was happy just the way he is. Silence took over the room around them and not a word was spoken for the next few hours, not until Castor drifted off to sleep during his work. As he laid his head limply on the desk his brother listened intently to his breathing, it was barely audible, his shallow breaths being his main focus.
"Oh Castor, you are my eyes, when would I ever need more than that?" He whispered to the sleeping viscest whom he loved dearly, Nothing could ever change that.
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