Halloween DLC

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<h1> <center>A WWC Halloween</center> <center>[[Begin.|Page 2]]</center> <center><img src="C:\Users\jocel\Documents\Twine\Stories\Images\35f3ad1d-32de-4bad-a733-73678ebe384c.png" width= "500" height="500"></center> </h1>

<h3>There exists a little town, a little town at the end of the world. Those who go there never return and those who live there wish they could leave. If you asked some of the residents of this town what they think of the North American holiday called //Halloween//, some would say it's a night where devil-worshippers reveal their true natures and intice the youth. Others would say it's a perfect excuse to eat candy, get drunk and waste money on costumes. Although all would admit that the atmosphere of Halloween does permeate the town on an all-year basis, to their chagrin and contradictory comfort. This Halloween is special because of this night you actually have plans that don't involve wasting away in your room while pranksters ding-dong and ditch the creepy manor in the forest. Before that though... What's your name? <<textbox '$name' ''>> What pronouns do people use on you? <hr>\ * [[she.|Page 3][$pronouns to 'she']] * [[he.|Page 3][$pronouns to 'he']] * [[they.|Page 3][$pronouns to 'they']] </h3>

<h3>You didn't know you had plans until the very last minute when you hear the doorbell ring. You initially ignore it, someone else will get it. But no one does and the noise is so insistent you roll yourself off of your bed and lazily walk from the second floor to the first floor, the sounds of the doorbell unrelenting. "Ok, ok, ok. I'm coming," you grumble. Yawning you swing open the door to see your... <hr>\ * [[Imre]] * [[Nia]] * [[Lorcan]] </h3>

<h3>Since when did he become yours? Eh, you're not exactly sure. Huh. How strange. But anyway there he is. Standing at your doorstep with a grey suit on, a tie, a vest and pocketwatch included. "Random man?" Imre makes a face and lifts up a book, //On the Origin of Species.// You stare at him. "Charles Darwin," he answers with a raised eyebrow. "Ah. Right. Because it's totally easy to tell one science guy from another," you jest. Imre smiles and steps into the house. He looks down at you. You're very close. It's still taking some time to get used to this. "So... what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at your annual praising?" you ask. <<if $pronouns is 'she'>>"It's far too cold to get anyone in the mood to have a house party. But I love Halloween and I like dressing up and I like my girlfriend so I thought putting all those things together."<<elseif $pronouns is 'he'>>"It's far too cold to get anyone in the mood to have a house party. But I love Halloween and I like dressing up and I like my boyfriend so I thought putting all those things together."<<elseif 'they'>>"It's far too cold to get anyone in the mood to have a house party. But I love Halloween and I like dressing up and I like my partner so I thought putting all those things together."<</if>> You smile softly at that, looking away from his bright eyes. "Ok and what you do want to do?" "Watch some films, eat some candy and most importantly...." he trails off and holds up a bag you didn't realize he brought. He takes out a costume. It's... <hr>\ * [[a Charles Darwin.|Imre-2][$charley to true]] * [[a medieval princess.|Imre-2][$princess to true]] * [[a vampire.|Imre-2][$vamp to true]] * [[a pirate.|Imre-2][$pirate to true]] </h3>

<h3>It's strange thinking that she belongs to you. You guess the friendship you had for years technically meant a sort of possession but this is different. It's new territory. Even though... weird... you don't know how much time has passed. But anyway, even though it's been a bit it's still something you haven't fully processed. She tilts her head when she spots your clothes. "Not very festive, $name" she comments. "I didn't think I had to be," you reply. "You don't. It's just I look stupid being the only one dressed up," she says.<<if $pronouns is 'she'>>"My girlfriend is cooler than me."<<elseif $pronouns is 'he'>>"My boyfriend is cooler than me.""<<elseif $pronouns is 'they'>>"My partner is cooler than me."<</if>> You note her costume, she's dressed as grunge star. Her ripped stockings perfectly align with her wrinkled babydoll dress. "We have plans?" you ask. "Not really. I just can't spend another year at Imre's house where if I don't have to deal with drunks I have to deal with people trying to pick me up," she replies. "Oh, woe is you," you say sarcastically. She rolls her eyes and comes inside. Her sweet perfume makes you intake deeply just to let it linger within you and make you head spin. She turns around and she has a pumpkin in her hands. "Where did you—" "This is the extent of my Halloween spirit. I'm not that artistic so you'll have to help me with the cutting. But first, what shall we carve?" Uh... <hr>\ * [["a smiley face?"|Nia-2]] * [["a witch?"|Nia-2]] * [["a haunted house?"|Nia-2][$house to true]] * [["a cat?"|Nia-2]] </h3>

<h3>No. In no universe can Lorcan ever be yours. Maybe you've died and go stuck in purgatory. Maybe you actually went to heaven but as you see him standing on the porch, you can only say that this isn't real. He smiles brightly when he sees you. "Hey." "Hey," you reply, unsure how to react to his niceness. "Uh, so I know we didn't say we would hang today but I wanted to know if you were doing something $name?" he asks, his voice hopeful. "No." Lorcan's smile drops at your dry tone. "No I'm not, we can't totally hang," you clarify with more enthusiasm. His smile rises again and he sticks his hand in a plastic bag that you're sure he didn't have with him a minute ago. He takes out an egg carton. You quirk your eyebrow and he explains, "I thought we could fuck with the house. Y'know, T-P and shit." You laugh, "you want me to trash my house?" "Only a little. Look we don't even have to use the eggs! I brought toilet paper, streamers, spray paint," he dumps everything to the floor. "I could get in trouble for this," you say. Lorcan bites his lip, looking like a child. "Fuck. Right. I—" he clears his throat, "this was a stupid idea." You smile softly. "I said I could get in trouble not that I wouldn't do it." Lorcan's face perks up. "Cool! So, what do you wanna use?" <hr> * [["the eggs."|Lorcan-2][$eggs to true]] * [["toilet paper."|Lorcan-2]] * [["spray paint."|Lorcan-2]] * [["streamers."|Lorcan-2]] </h3>

<h3><<if $charley>>\ "How thoughtful of you," you say sarcastically. "It was last minute, carino," he replies. <<else>>\ "At least it's not a Charles Darwin costume," you say. "I was considering it but I decided to spare you, carino," he replies. <</if>>\ You take the costume and go upstairs to change. As your adjusting your costume Imre knocks softly on your door. "Come in," you reply. Imre peeks inside, looks you up and down and steps in. He looks around your room. He pays close attention to the things you have on your desk. When he sees you watching him he smiles and holds up the bucket of popcorn. He lays on your bed and holds out a hand to you. You take it, your fingers wanting to jerk away from the electricity of such simple contact. He lays you down next to him and gestures to the TV. Since when do you have a TV in your room? "Pick a movie," he instructs. "Where are the movies?" "Oh, don't worry about that $name. It'll pay whatever you want," he says. You give him a strange look but he just smiles placidly. O...k. <hr>\ * [[a slasher film.|Imre-3]] * [[a black and white drama film.|Imre-3]] * [[a supernatural film.|Imre-3]] </h3>

<h3>The screen starts going haywire as if it had a bad antenna but you can't see anything. Suddenly the screen starts showing flashes of movement and soon enough it stabilizes enough to see the logo of the studios for the film. Imre lays his arm around your shoulder and gently forces your head to lean against his hard chest. You can smell his cologne, it pairs deliciously with the popcorn. You're distracted by him that you barely pay attention to the screen. Imre makes comments here and there about what's going on in the movie and you just nod along. "... and that's why all copies should be destroyed," he finishes off. "Uh huh," you reply. "Is the movie that boring?" "What?" you peer up at him. He lightly caresses your cheek. "You haven't been paying attention mi cielo," he says. You grin sheepishly, "it's just you." "Me?" "You're so distracting," you admit. Imre smiles and drags his finger to your lip. "I could say the same thing about you." He moves down so that he can mimic your position. Facing eye to eye and plays around with your bottom lip. "So soft," he says in a whisper. "I just wish to know how soft." He leans in. [[NEXT->Imre-4]] </h3>

<h3>You shoot up in bed. You look around you, you touch the blanket covering you. You're in your room. The usual gray light of day is just showing itself in the sky. You rub your eyes and look at the calender. It's Halloween. Sighing you lay back against your headboard. //Imre.// What the hell? ''THE END'' </h3>

<h3><<if $haunted>>\ "We should use this house for inspiration," she states and walks toward the parlor. <<else>>\ "Cute," she states and walks toward the parlor. <</if>>\ Your expression is more than confused but you still go to the kitchen to fetch the knife. When you get to the parlor, Nia is sitting on the couch, having placed the pumpkin on the coffee table. She holds out her hand for the knife and you hand it to her. She begins carving out the top. You watch with your hands clasped between your knees. "If you don't wipe that baffled look off your face I might get offended," she says. You relax your eyebrows. "What is it?" she asks. "Well—" she hands you the knife, "things seem really weird today." Nia gives you a blank look. You begin carving the front, "it's probably nothing." [[NEXT->Nia-3]] </h3>

<h3>You feel her eyes on your as you clumsy follow the black marker outline. When did she outline this? It feels like second has passed when you like at the carving and see it complete. It doesn't look that bad. You were distracted but it looks like what it's supposed to. You glance at the clock and see that three hours have passed. You look outside the window and see that it's suddenly dark out. You look at Nia who has remained staring at you, you swear she hasn't blinked. You're with her, right? But when did that happen? You never reconciled. Your eyebrows furrow again and Nia sighs. "I can't stand that look on your face Birdie. You're ruining it," she claims. You set the knife down, "I'm sorry—" She grips your chin and kisses you. Your eyes widen as you barely have time to process what's going on before she starts moving her soft lips against yours. You close your eyes and feel her sigh enter your mouth. Your worries melt away and you eagerly kiss her back... [[NEXT->Nia-4]] </h3>

<h3><<if $eggs>>\ "Sally is going to kill me and you. The smell will probably not go away for a while," you say. <<else>>\ "Sally is going to kill me and you," you say. <</if>>\ Lorcan scoffs, "he'll kill me and that's ok." You follow him outside and you two set down your ammunition. You both exchange glances and Lorcan nods once, you reciprocate and you attack. You go for the porch first, making it so festive it's hard to find the doors. You go around the house laughing as you get the windows, the awnings, the bushes, Lorcan even climbs up your tree and starts decorating its branches. You chuckle as you watch him almost slip as he shimmies down. You keep going and going and it doesn't matter which weapon you chose to adorn your house with first because you end up using it all. Out of breath from so much frenzy you and Lorcan sit down side by side on the covered front steps. You glance at each other. Lorcan's breathes in deeply, strands of his blond hair stick to his forehead. He looks down at your dangling hand. Before you can change your mind you take his hand and grasp it tightly. [[NEXT->Lorcan-3]] </h3>

<h3>His hand is cold and you can feel all his bones. It's all so delicate. This isn't real. In no world could this be possible. But that doesn't stop you from enjoying it in a way you can't in life. "$name," he says gently. "Yeah?" "I just... I think...," he lets out an exasperated sigh and looks away. You reach out and caress his chin, guiding his eyes back to you. "Yeah?" you ask again. He doesn't move his face away but he does look down, a soft pink on his cheeks. <<if $pronouns is 'she'>>"You're an amazing girl," he mumbles. <<elseif $pronouns is 'he'>>"You're an amazing boy," he mumbles. <<elseif $pronouns is 'they'>>"You're an amazing person," he mumbles. You let out a breath of air, you're so close that it slightly moves the strands of hair near his chin. You lean in and press your forehead to his, closing your eyes. [[NEXT->Lorcan-4]] </h3>