[Gingler]

Added endate!!
sorry for forgetting uvu/

[Novi]

ｓｏ ｗｈａｔ ｉｆ Ｉ＇ｍ ｃｒａｚｙ？

Username;; underfaker
Name;; Sorrel
Gender;; Male
Story;;

When a scarecrow tells you to run, you'd better hightail it out of there as fast as you can. It's common knowledge; anyone should know this.

But Vivaldi didn't.

Eyes filled with a childlike curiosity, the young kit set off deeper into the cemetery, despite the scarecrow's disapproving glare. He padded past every tombstone; row after row of death passed him by, yet he wasn't scared.
Not yet, anyways.

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Not too far away from Vivaldi, a shadowy figure with a large, rounded head is watching him curiously. A high-pitched, childish giggle rumbles softly from the being, as it seemingly dissipates into the purple mist.

"Let the fun begin, my friends..."

---

"Here lies Maria Newmann - You will be remembered."
"Micah West - A life never forgotten."
"George A. Sherwood - A tisket, a tasket, his head was in a basket."

Okay, ouch. Vivaldi winced at that last one. "Wonder how long that one's been here," he muttered lightly to himself, trying to make the situation seem better than it actually was, but ultimately failing at his goal. He sighed and continued on, walking past a couple more rows of tombstones before he came upon one that actually caught his eye.

"THE BOY IN BLUE - UNKNOWN BUT NOT FORGOTTEN."

Now this, this was interesting. Vivaldi sat down quietly, observing the cracks in the slab. "The boy in blue..." he murmured quietly. "..I wonder who that is..."

---

The shadowy figure grinned widely in the midst of the mist, watching Vivaldi observe the tombstone. Upon hearing the boy's muttering, the figure cackled quietly and whispered,

"You'll find out soon enough, my friend... Soon..."

---

Okay, why the hell was the mist getting thicker? ...And why, of all colors, was it purple?! Wasn't mist usually grey or something? This was starting to confuse Vivaldi.

He glanced around for an exit, but his efforts proved futile, as the mist soon rendered his sight useless. He could barely see his paw in front of him! How was he supposed to get out of here if he was as blind as a bat? Oh, this was--

Thud!

Two yelps - one fearful from Vivaldi, another surprised from a stranger - sounded through the crisp autumn air as both figures staggered back. Vivaldi shook his head wildly and looked up, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight before him.

It was another kit - that was obvious enough. The scary part, however, that he had no head - it was just a pumpkin with a creepy face carved into it. The purple mist billowed out of the lightless jack-o-lantern's mouth like clouds, temporarily blinding Vivaldi - and, in turn, earning a loud shriek of fright from the smaller male.

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Yes, yes, everything was working accordingly... The male hadn't seen him yet, everything was--

AHA! It worked!

The figure chuckled as the younger kit squealed like a stuck pig, staring in horror at the stranger's pumpkin head. More and more purple clouds poured from the maw of the pumpkin as he stalked forward.

This, it soon proved, was to be his downfall.

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Oh God oh God oh God no...
The creepy kit walked towards Vivaldi slowly, looking about ready to pounce at any given moment. Oh, curse these legs, thought Vivaldi as he found he was immobilized by fear. The blue kit flinched as the pumpkin-headed being's face lowered so they were staring each other in the eyes.

Just as Vivaldi was about to emit another girlish scream, the figure suddenly stopped. The purple eyes widened and the kit doubled over, coughing, hacking, and wheezing violently. His claws were unsheathed as he tried to catch himself, but he soon ended up collapsing on the floor with short, quick spasms.

Vivaldi blinked before slowly coming to a realization: this wasn't some pumpkin-headed monster... This was just a regular kit! ...Well, almost regular; Vivaldi still wasn't so certain where the purple mist had been coming from, but--

Wait. There was a kit dying in front of him, and Vivaldi was wondering where the asthetics of the other's costume was coming from? If there had ever been a time where Vivaldi thought he was the world's biggest moron, then now would be that time.

Vivaldi immediately rushed to the larger male's side, internally freaking out. Oh God, what if he died? Vivaldi shook the thought from his mind quickly, placing a paw on the other kit's back and petting it awkwardly.

"Hey, hey! Are you alright?" Vivaldi asked, genuinely concerned for the other male's health. "Sir? Can you hear me? Sir?!"

---

Well this was...new.

The older kit couldn't remember a time where anyone was concerned for his well-being, so this was a sort of pleasant change? Sort of, because he wasn't so sure what this blue and red kit was after.

As soon as he finished coughing, he stood shakily, swallowing and shivering. "I-I'm fine," he announced, his voice giving out afterwards and forcing him to clear his throat. "I assure you, my good fellow, I am fine, and there's no need to worry."

The younger male blinked and looked into the eye of the pumpkin, squinting slightly. "Well that's good to hear, but..."

"But what?"

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Vivaldi stared into the purple eyes, quickly taking note of how uneasy they grew. "Well?" the older male chirped. "What is it?"

"...Who are you?"

***

Shortly afterwards, the older kit removed his pumpkin 'mask' and introduced himself as "Sorrel, the King of Fright." It was later revealed that Sorrel was responsible for the mist, due to a condition he has - in a way it's similar to asthma. While this condition causes him to spew out purple clouds [and obviously, people with asthma can't exactly do that], if he lets out too much, he'll start to cough and hack violently, sometimes going into an "attack", which could lead to fainting or worse. Sorrel also let on that he was living in the old cemetery; in a way, he was sort of the gravekeeper/undertaker, seeing as the graveyard had been abandoned a few years prior to this meeting.

Taking pity on the older kit (after Sorrel revealed that living all by himself was rather lonesome), Vivaldi offered his home to the elder. Sorrel, after a brief period of persuading, accepted graciously. The two now live together in a small den a few miles off from the human town. Vivaldi commonly hints that this was sort of a win-lose situation for him; win, because he got a new friend out of it; and lose, because now, every Halloween, Sorrel tries his hardest to scare the living daylights out of Vivaldi.

He usually ends up failing miserably and scaring himself.

this last part was summarized because the original story was too long to copy and paste into this form. the author almost fell asleep twice writing out the original manuscript, so he decided it would be best to just shorten it so you wouldn't be bored out of your wits.

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[saphira455]

Username;; saphira455
Name;; Jacko
Gender;; Male
Story;; Regular=Jacko's PoV; Underline=Dralka's PoV(me)
Jacko lost his memories... and he woke up with a carved pumpkin on his head and one name in his memory: Jacko.
I open my eyes and grin, Mist seeping out of my mouth. I hope that a human finds me again this year, humans have the best screams. Oh, speak of the devil...
"I'm lost aren't I?" I jump when I hear a gravelly voice answer me. "Oh, yes. You are very much lost little human." I look around hoping to see the source of the strange voice. "Where are you?" I wonder aloud. "You would like to know wouldn't you, little human?" His voice came from a different position than before, and I wonder what kind of creature I have stumbled upon this time, and how long it has been since... He? He, talked last. "Hm, are you afraid of moonlight, or do you just like the Shadows?"
I stop moving, confused as to why the human asked such a strange question out of the blue. "I am not afraid of the light cast by the moon, and I do prefer the shadows, but why did you ask that?" She sits down, and I walk around the edge of the clearing so that I was behind the strange human. "I guess I asked because I am used to creatures and beasts directly approaching me." As she talks I creep up behind her and sit down before I speak. "Hm, I guess I am not exactly the kind to approach directly." I let larger amounts of my mist seep out of my mouth and through the pumpkin with a grin, which I know creates quiet a fearsome sight.
I jump and spin around and see the being that I had been speaking to. I see a mostly black creature with purple and black stripes, a skull on his rump and a pumpkin for his head, he has a flowing galactic-like tail and an orb on a necklace. "Geez! You scared me... Why do you have a pumpkin as your head?" I tilt my head as I ask the question. He looks at me and then removes the pumpkin and I see that it is not his head, but he is wearing it. "My head is not a pumpkin, I just wear it so I can scare others." As he speaks I can see that now there is less mist coming out of his mouth and that his tail is bigger. "Oh, my mistake... Why do you try to scare others?"
I look at the obviously insane human and decide to humor her. "It is the only thing I know. I woke up with basic knowledge of how to survive and my name." She looks at me, and asks. "What is your name? Oh, I'm Dralka, so it's nice to meet you." I look at her and decide it might be worth it to befriend the insane girl... "My name is Jacko, and why are you not scared?" She looks at me and then blinks and grins. "I love creatures, and it seems that creatures don't really want to kill me. So, I just believed it was the same with you... Hm, I guess my family was right that I am a tiny bit insane." I realize that I was not supposed to hear that last remark however, I am glad I did for now I know it is not only me that thinks her insane. I look at her and decide that she's worth keeping around and I decided to travel with her. I nod my head. "Hm, I've decided to travel with you, so let's get going." I put on my pumpkin and start down the path out of the forest I had been staying in. "Well? Come on, the way out is this way."
I look at Jacko and shake my head, but follow after him. I grin at the idea of helping him scare the world and run to catch up all the way.

Edit*Whoops, meant to click 'Preview'... argh! I kept accidentally hitting 'Submit'. Now I am finally done.

[Gingler]

Hello everybody!!
I saw there are many unfinished forms, so I will give you a full day to finish them uvu/

So I will announce the winners tomorrow !
You have 24 hours to finish your forms
Good luck!

[Gingler]

Oh wow!
What can I say?
I loved both saphira455 and underfaker forms!

I really loved the way you wrote everything saphira, it was short and exactly to the point, just as I like my stories.

And unferfaker, you wrote everything so nice, to make the ambient just right to tell you truth I didnt feel I was reading like when you just want to know how the storie unfolds, rarely do I get to read something like this and just for that you are the winner.


Congratulations underfaker!! Take care of Sorrel

[Novi]

oh my goodness, thank you so much! ;D;
aaa, Sorrel will be loved lots <333

[saphira455]

Oh, Congrats Underfaker! Thank you for the compliment Gingler, I am glad you still liked my story.