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Halloween Special

Note: *looks at the date* *looks at you* this isn’t late at all!! TW: suggestive and a splash of violence :33

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Prologue.

“I don’t th…think this is a good idea,” Sam stammered while grasping onto his forearm, only to be knocked off like a fly.

“Will you relax? It’s just a stupid corn maze.” Thomas snickered and launched his elbow into Sam’s fragile stomach, knocking the wind out of him instantaneously. He groaned in pain and hunched over, trailing behind due to the pain coursing through his body. “What, you think some escaped mental asylum patient is gonna be waiting out there for a bunch of teenagers to brutally murder? Huh? Actually, that would be kinda cool.”

“Knock it off, dumbass.” Evelyn hissed, pulling her silky hair back into a neat ponytail. She dodged every pit of mud that she came across with a disgusted expression arising on her face. Thomas thought it was pretty cute. “You’re lucky we even decided to come. I should be at home right now, making Violet tea for when she gets off work…” And from there, she went on to explain her schedule from the tiniest of details. Her friends moped around until her voice died off, standing in front of the maze’s entrance.

Finally speaking up after what felt like years of silence, Kai tugged against Evelyn’s sweater. She let out a spooked gasp and dusted off the ‘germs’ that his fingertips could possibly hold. He wasn’t offended in the slightest, simply tilting his head with a toothy grin. “Do you like spiders?” Of all the times Kai spoke, which was evidently rare when he was amongst the group, Evelyn couldn’t help but absolutely dread this moment the most. With wide eyes, she shook her head ‘no.’ That only caused his smile to lengthen. “Oh. You have one on your back.”

And with that, Evelyn was screeching at the top of her lungs. Both Sam and Thomas avoided taking on the task of swatting the spider away themselves, seeing as how they weren’t sure it was ‘poisonous.’ She would’ve asked Kai for help if she didn’t see how horrific his smile was. He was surely enjoying each and every second of this. Brat.

Ending the commotion by scooping the small creature into his palm, Carl hurriedly placed it onto the ground covered in orange and brown leaves. “There you go, little guy. You guys scared the shit out of him.”

The group all exchanged looks. None of them knew that Carl tagged along. It wasn’t exactly so much of a bad thing but at the same time, they knew both Thomas and his commentary together would be beyond horrific. Not only did they not know how to shut up but they also said the most out-of-pocket things that made the entire group look like a shit-show. It usually played out like this; One of them would say something awful, the other would say something worse, and Evelyn would start losing her mind. She tended to stop once Violet intervened but low and behold, she wasn’t accompanying him. This meant one of the other two would have to take on the job and trust, they would not. Sam would start crying and Kai would start laughing and they’d be kicked out of the maze for disturbing the peace before they could even explain what happened. Even if that was the future laid out for them, however, they marched inside and tried to make the best of the experience.

Out of the whole group, Kai was the most excited. He loved Halloween for the sole reason of getting to see gory and/or terrifying decorations laid out for the purpose of scaring innocent bystanders. That being said, he was most definitely disappointed whenever they ventured for five minutes and still came across nothing. No fake ghost, no zombie hands sticking out of the ground, no corpse with their intestines ripped out, nothing. And when Kai got bored, everyone was sure to know about it.

He started with an elongated sigh. “I like that. I like that. I like that too. I really like that right there. I like this. You see that? I like that too. I think I should come back here one day. Just kidding. I only go to fun places. Yeah, fun. Yeah, really, really, fun places that aren't just corn…thingies. Fun.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright. I don’t think you get to scold me on what’s fun and not, mister virgin.” Thomas sneered, his sapphire eyes lightening up with excitement.

Laughing alongside him, Carl tried his hardest to fit in. “Haha! Virgins, am I right?”

“Like you aren’t one yourself.” Evelyn hissed while folding her arms to her chest, rolling her ivy-green eyes. “Mia would never let someone like you knock her up.” It was sort of pathetic and pitiful to watch Carl try to laugh that one off. It was so pitiful that Evelyn decided to lock her attacks back onto the one who truly deserved it. “And you aren’t any better than him. You think you are, but you aren’t. The only reason I think anyone would get involved with the likes of you is the money your daddy brings in every day. You don’t have many other qualities other than that. You’re crude, you fall short appearance-wise, and your intelligence is the equivalent of a rock, so unless they’re seeing that paycheck, I wouldn’t see why else someone would ever sleep with you.”

Silence. Unbearable silence.

Thomas scoffed and shoved his hands in his coat pockets, his smile unfaltering despite her daggered words. “You can just say you’re a lesbian next time. Jeez. Anyway, I never said there were gonna be decorations. I just said ‘corn maze’ and you guys were up for it. Well…actually, I don’t know why you’re here, Evelyn.”

“Because Violet says it's good for me to get some fresh air every now and then. I wanted to take her advice.” Evelyn stuck her nose in the air and continually stormed down the dirt path, wanting nothing more than to leave now that she was in a sour mood. “Plus, someone had to watch you guys. Especially with Kai.”

Everyone spared a glance at Kai, who was totally tuned out of the conversation now that he wasn’t involved with it. His gold eyes gleamed toward the evening sky, watching as the sun gradually went lower and lower as time moved mercilessly forward. Evelyn’s point was proven even further once the boy decided it would be a good idea to slide into the corn stalk and break the rules of the maze. If he did that often enough, he would be off the map totally. Sam hurriedly yanked him backward and onto the trail, his fingers shaking nervously around his arm. Kai thought it was pretty cute to see a boy tremble like that.

“Kai, p-pluh…please don’t wander off like that!” Sam sputtered as he quickly retrieved his hand from around the feline-like boy’s body, absolutely petrified for his safety when seeing the glint in those gold irises.

“You scared?” Kai snickered, peering behind his shoulder. “Mmh. Looks like they want you to watch me.”

“Wh-...What?”

Pointing behind his figure, the ebony-haired boy giggled childishly again. When Sam turned around to see what he was referring to, he found that the group had already left them. He gasped and rushed over to their original position, his heart rattling in his chest like a snake. Thomas must have distracted Evelyn enough to get her to keep walking without checking if the two were following, leaving them stranded in the middle of nowhere with no map. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he thought of the endless possibilities that could occur now that they were alone together. Kai could almost smell his adrenaline.

“Are you gonna tell Riley when we go home?” Kai innocently asked, knowing damn well that he intended to gas him up enough to get Thomas in trouble. “I think we should.”

“Kai, we’re st-st…! Stranded!” Sam cried, suddenly latching himself onto the boy like a leech. He was taken aback by the sudden motion. “I just wan…na go h-h-h-home!”

Again, Kai was faced with the task of comforting someone. He gave him a few pats on the back and inched closer to him, his voice in a threatening tone rather than a consoling one. “I’ll get us out. Stop crying.” He couldn’t help it. The frustration of being unable to comfort him surfaced in his words.

Surprisingly enough, it seemed to work. Sam wiped away his tears and clenched onto Kai’s patched up jacket, trying to calm himself down the best he could without his girlfriend to help. Instead of shaking him off or pulling away, Kai simply thought of the boy as a lost puppy and continued on his merry way.

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Carl Mason.

“Dude, are we just gonna let her run off like that?” Carl questioned. He subconsciously picked at his scabs underneath his sleeves while his eyes darted back and forth around his surroundings, finding himself going further and further into darkness. His remaining companion, Thomas, continued to march forward as if they hadn’t lost three members of their group in the horrendous series of twists and turns.

The conflict arose between the two whenever Thomas flat out told Evelyn that he thought her girlfriend was a whore. It was supposed to be somewhat of a joke but that didn’t seem to go over well with Evelyn herself. She slapped him across the face and stormed off into the foggy evening, leaving the two together with the map and keys to the car. It was a pretty dumb move altogether. Carl wouldn’t have enough guts to stand up to a guy like Thomas. He would’ve swallowed those insults down with a weak smile. Coward. He hated how much of a coward he was.

Answering his previous question, Thomas chuckled. “Yeah, she can freeze her ass off for all I care. It’s not like any of them have my car k…” His voice drifted into the abyss as he tapped his coat pocket. Carl’s stomach twisted into knots as he saw Thomas start to pat himself down, even investigating on the ground to see if he had dropped it. He had lost the keys.

“…Shit, dude. Shit!” Carl searched the muddy surface beneath his shoes in hopes of finding an easy fix to their situation, only to come up short. The keys were nowhere to be found. “Fuck! How did you fucking drop them?!”

Thomas’s pleasant face was unmoved. Somehow, he still looked just as attractive as he was before whenever he was anxious. “It’ll be fine, man. Just look over there and I’ll look over here. One of us will be able to find them. They haven’t been missing for long.”

And with that, the two were separated. Carl was unsure how that came to be, considering he only turned his back for a few minutes before returning to their original location, but figured that Thomas must’ve been pulling a prank on him. This is one of the many reasons why he scolded himself whenever he sucked up to a guy like that. Thomas always left him in the dirt because he knew that he’d spit it all back out and beg on his knees for attention again. It was stupid. He was stupid.

That wasn’t the main problem here. What he was really worried about was the fact that he had no way to contact anyone or get out of here. He could go back the way they came before, but he knew there would be a certain extent of land that he wouldn’t be able to remember. In other words, he was totally screwed. His body shivered as he tried his hardest to keep warm with the purple jacket resting on his shoulders, gazing up at the sky that dimmed with every passing second. Eventually, he would be left in the dark. He couldn’t let it get that bad.

“Thomas? Evelyn?” He called, having no other choice than to retrace his steps. “Sam? Kai? Dude, come on! Where the hell are you guys?! Everyone knows it’s stupid to get lost in a corn maze! Everyone knows it’s flat out dumb!”

No reply. Carl’s ginger curls dusted his nose as it blew in the wind, tangling into wild knots that he would be forced to brush out later. In a spur of desperation, he slid through the corn stalks to locate another path. In other words, he broke the rules.

Shortly after arriving on the dirt trail, he heard the sound of faint rustling. His eyes lit up in joy when believing it could be one of his friends finally stumbling onto his path. “Is that you, Thomas? Dude, stop playing around and come out!”

The rustling ceased. Carl found himself in an open patch of the maze, the corn stalks circling it as if to signify something of importance. The hood on his head flew to his shoulders when examining the environment. Heat built up on the back of his neck.

Once his gut feeling hit, he booked it back in the direction he came from, calling himself a coward with every step he took. There was nothing astray. He was just being paranoid. At least, that’s what he thought until he heard it.

Echoing throughout the evening, the ear-aching sound of a chainsaw reared up repeatedly. Carl spared one glance behind himself to see who was responsible for such a sudden change of atmosphere, seeing a masked figure in the shadows.

“HOLY SHIT!” Carl screeched, bolting as fast as his feet could carry him. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!”

As all slashers do, his pursuer followed close behind. Carl continually broke the rules by cutting across the corn and tearing down stalks on the way, only angering the murderous person more it seemed. The chainsaw roared again as they took a break from chasing, knowing all too well that their victim wouldn’t be able to outrun them for much longer. They would be proven painfully correct by the time they started up again.

Carl fell to his knees and scurried into the brush, covering his mouth and nose while trying to regain the breath that escaped his lungs. He could hear the weapon from afar, scratching and picking at his sleeves when trying to calm himself down. It got to the point he tore open an old scab and made himself start profusely bleeding everywhere, throwing his composure off the roofs.

“Goddamnit,” he spat while holding his sleeve closely to the aged self-harm wound. He winced whenever he placed pressure on it, trying to prevent any further damage. It was far too late for any of that.

“Come on out, little bitch.” The feminine voice sneered, inching closer with every passing moment. Carl nearly passed out from the amount of fear built up inside him. “Let me fuck you with my chainsaw, hahah! I’ll be gentle, promise.”

Carl had a sudden spark of arousal swirl in his stomach. It was wrong. He knew it was wrong and yet he couldn’t help but feel inclined to give in like the coward he was. Even with the thought buried in the back of his mind, he still managed to keep his wits a little longer and continue hiding. The voice called for him again.

“I’ll give you three seconds to come out, cutie.”

That was his cue to surrender. Before she even started counting, he crawled out on his knees and his head lowered to the ground, hoping he could be cut some slack for at least obeying her orders. Whenever he locked eyes with her, however, he knew all too well why that voice sounded so familiar.

“Mia?” Carl gasped, his heart pounding harder than ever before. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, dumbass.” Mia scoffed, lifting him up by grabbing the back of his jacket with one hand. “We shut down the corn maze this weekend. Thomas thought it would be funny if we gave you guys one last scare before Halloween was completely over. Look, babe. It’s all rubber.” She gripped the ‘blade’ and showed its flexibility with a proud smile. “And now I know you’ll just give up if a serial killer was really chasing you. Thanks for the reassurance.”

A lie formed on the tip of his tongue and left the chamber in an instant. “I only came out ‘cause I heard it was you, haha…”

“Uh-huh. Is that why you scratched at your arms so hard they’re basically falling off?” Mia sighed in disappointment, spotting the blood dripping off his bony fingers. He pulled away in shame. “I told you to quit doing that, mi amor. Come on. Let’s get back to the car and fix you up.”

Carl blushed heavily when Mia sunk her fingers deep within his ginger curls and shook his head around playfully as she always did. Her hands were calloused from working on cars all day, her nails worn down and stained up from oil. It was stupidly hot.

“Are you actually gonna fuck me with the chainsaw now?” Carl remarked with a sly smile, leaning into her embrace sloppily so she would hold his weight up.

“Carl, you’re a freak.” Mia playfully shoved him away, regaining her personal space. “Doggy or missionary?”

They both laughed hysterically and disappeared in the foggy direction of the exit.

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Evelyn Anderson.

In a mixture of rage and anxiety, Evelyn decided to cool herself off by taking off her coat and letting the October air do the work. Her face was so hot it felt like she was going to blow. Thomas had no right to speak of her girlfriend that way, especially since he couldn’t hold one herself.

His voice rang through her mind like a church bell, hitting every sore spot violently. “Women aren’t smart enough to be doctors, y’know? I think Violet just wants to be one so she could wear a sexy nurse outfit all the time and-” He went on from there but it was so perverted that she couldn’t bear to repeat the lines in her head again. Instead, she continued to try and calm down by taking deep breaths. Violet always told her that was the best way to deal with her breakdowns. Deep breaths and positive thoughts.

Positive thoughts. There wasn’t much to choose from considering the situation she was in. Groaning and retying her ponytail for the fourth time in a minute, she tried her hardest to perfect it. Perfecting something always felt better even if she knew it was an obsessive compulsion.

Too crooked. Too short. Too long. Her hair shifted repeatedly as she redid it, eventually causing her anger to shift into utter chaos. Her shoes were too dirty. Her clothes were too wrinkled. Her skin was filthy. Thought after thought caused her hands to tremble. She couldn’t take it anymore. If she didn’t leave the corn maze right then and there, she was going to do something she’d regret.

Storming off with a squeaky whine, she tried her hardest not to yank out all of her gorgeous hair. But she couldn’t stop touching it. She twirled it around her fingers, perfected any tangle, even combing it out with her nails. Perfect it. She had to perfect it or she’d rip all her skin off and start again.

“Hate it,” she muttered while trying to locate where she was. “I hate it. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I ha-!”

“Boo!”

Evelyn screamed on the top of her lungs, prepared to see a horrific monster prepared to mutilate and ruin her in seconds. Instead, she saw her beautiful girlfriend in the place of it. Her heart rate slowed dramatically as she let out a soft whine.

“Bloody hell, Violet. You scared me half to death…”

“Haha! That’s the point of Halloween!” Violet hummed, flaunting her syringe with bright pink liquid. Evelyn was quite used to the sight of her with medical syringes but wasn’t familiar with the outfit she wore now. It was a cute nurse outfit. Not a sexy one. With one thought forming after another, Evelyn finally understood what this meant.

With a giggle, she managed to forget all about her hair. “Haha…! You wished to scare me! That’s why you insisted I came here! Violet, you sneak!” She hugged her tightly, her smile shimmering like sunlight. Violet practically melted in her arms with a warm expression. She smelled like vanilla. “Aren’t you cold in that? Here, borrow my jacket.”

Violet’s eyes widened for a long while as she felt the sensation of Evelyn’s coat being placed on her shoulders. If there was one thing she learned about her girlfriend, it was that she didn’t particularly like to share. Not because she was selfish but because she feared that germs would easily spread by doing so. In this case, she trusted Violet enough not to infect her with twenty different diseases at once. And that alone made her feel as if she was on top of the world.

“Thank you.” She bubbled in the endearing moment, unable to comprehend how very special it was. “I was supposed to scare you a whole lot more but…I saw you were upset. Why?”

Her smile faded from the question. “I’ll give you one guess.”

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Sam Vega.

Cold. All Sam could focus on was how cold he felt. He tried to explain this to Kai as he marched on through the wet stalks of corn without reason or care, knowing that the fact they were both drenched was the explanation as to why he felt this decrease of body temperature. Kai didn’t like that too much. And that’s how Sam found himself completely alone and soaking wet, knowing that Kai just got him more lost than anything.

Tears were his first, second, and last resort. There was nothing much else to do than walk around and hope to find something even remotely familiar. That was pretty hard to do after marching forward in no certain direction. Everything was becoming dark and foggier as the sun went down, leaving Sam completely stranded as he feared would happen. It was almost impossible not to cry at that point. In fact, he even began signing away his belongings’ rights off to loved ones in his head. It would go something like this; My cat belongs to Riley. My money belongs to Riley. My diaries belong to Riley. My clothes belong to Riley.

Listing these things off in his head, Sam found himself in a whirlpool of destruction. He began planning his funeral, his final letter, his last words, everything. Up until, well, he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps.

The world had entirely stopped at that moment. Turning his head gradually with his entire body vibrating, his breaths became sharp and shallow.

“H-H-…H-…” His words thinned every time he tried to bulk them up, his speech impediment becoming sickeningly worse due to his terror. “HELP ME! I’M GONNA DIEEEE!”

Before he could run, the assailant got a hold of him, making him squeal like a helpless piglet. They eventually fell to the ground despite the blow not being that forceful. It was only then that he realized who it was.

“Th-Thomas? Thomas!” Sam cried, shoving him off and watching as his face plummeted to the ground. Red liquid smeared on his hands from the touch, suddenly putting together that he was injured. His expensive coat was bloodied and muddy. “Wha…t ha-ha-ha-?”

Interrupting Sam’s stutter fit, he answered the question in a strained breath. “She’s coming…” He groaned, gripping onto his bleeding stomach. Blood spewed from his lips as he shivered from the breeze. “She got ev-everyone else…you gotta find the car keys and get help…!”

Tears rapidly fell from his face, his hand covering his mouth instinctively from trepidation. All he could do was watch as Thomas sputtered and gasped for oxygen, growing colder and colder. Sam choked on emotion.

“I-I can’t luh…luh…I can’t luh…I can’t leave you here! Come on! Get u-uh…p. Up!” Sam tugged on his limp body, the liquid from his eyes soaking into the fabric of his jacket. “Please get up. D-Don’t leave me by m…myself.”

“…Fuck you.” Thomas spat while flipping him off, laying his head on the ground entirely to signify his defeat. That’s when he noticed that the blood strongly smelled like strawberries. In other words, Thomas was faking all of it.

Jumping to his feet and kicking dirt into that asshole’s face, he let out a pathetic whimper and continued on his way. Thomas was still spitting out mud by the time he had completely disappeared into the misty atmosphere.

Sam subconsciously made himself as small as possible by scrunching up his arms toward his chest, his heart racing as he scanned the path for any sign of metallic keys. He tried to remember what they looked like to the best of his ability but all he could recall was the dumb beach boob keychain attached to it. If anything, he’d surely spot it if his eyes laid on that image again. He shuddered from the thought of it.

“Boobs,” he thought without realizing just how awful it sounded inside. “Boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs. Just look for the boobs. What kind of sicko makes a boob keychain anyway? And what sicko actually puts it on his car keys?! Besides, everyone should know smaller boobs are cuter than big ones.” His thoughts spiraled out of the contained circle it was once in, thinking of a certain someone when forming an opinion on the matter. He blushed heavily. “Way hotter.”

By the time he snapped back into reality, he had already been traveling for a couple minutes. The skyline grew darker and the stars sparkled above him, signifying he only had a little bit of time left before he wouldn’t be able to see anything at all. He could only hope that the others were alright - He shouldn’t have left their side in the first place.

“What if they already found the keys and left without me? What if they left me here on purpose? I should’ve known this was too good to be true. No one invites me to anything unless they get something in return.” Sam wiped the tears brewing in his eyes with his sleeve, praying that these thoughts were just him overthinking. But it was addictive to listen to. “Thomas probably wanted me gone so he could have Riley all to himself. I wouldn’t blame her if she took him up on it. I’m a fucking loser.”

Leaves crunched underneath his weight. When he lifted his foot to take another step forward, he heard leaves crinkle again. And again. And again. Meanwhile, he remained in place, wondering why his mind was playing tricks on him. It hit him whenever a giggle rang throughout his head. By the time his heel shifted to see what he was faced with, a knife was raised to his throat.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right now.”

Sam clenched his eyes shut, too afraid to lock eyes with the masked individual. “Be…be…cuh, cause, I-I-I…I…!” His stutter was a trainwreck due to the adrenaline running through his veins like an electric shock. Surprisingly enough, the murderer was nice enough to wait for him to finish. Not a lot of people did that. In fact, only one person did that. “…I have a-a guh…girlfriend that wa-wu-would miss me v…very much, sir!”

“Sir?”

Sweeping his emerald irises along the assailant’s figure, he repeated his title accordingly. “S-Sir…! Please don’t d-do this!”

The blade lowered from his neck’s flesh. “Okay, I won’t. Only ‘cause I know your girlfriend would miss you so very much that she’d kill herself without you.” She gushed, pulling the mysterious mask from her face to reveal she was none other than Riley herself. Her long ginger hair was tangled into several knots from being underneath the mask for so long, her pale skin glistening under the starlight. Sam practically fell to his knees in praise. “Baby, why’d you come out here without me in the first place? Y’know I don’t like you leaving my side.”

Sam blushed heavily. “I-I…I…won’t do it a-a…gain!”

“Again? Who knows if there will be an ‘again.’” Riley playfully pokes the tip of her blade at his tummy, knowing damn well that it turned him on more than freaked him out. “Go on,” she hinted with a mischievous grin. Sam knew all too well what she wanted. “Try to leave my side and I’ll show you what happens.”

“If y-you catch me, then what?” He asked, his hands shaking within each other’s hold. His heart thumped with a different kind of thrill. “You won’t k…ill me, right?”

Riley shrugged, pulling the mask back over her head. It was only then that Sam caught sight of its appearance; A typical blood-stained clown mask. Suddenly it made sense as to why she was wearing colorful polka-dots even though she hates stuff like that. He was unsure if it was fake blood sprayed across it or not, but he didn’t want to stay around long enough to find out.

“Killing you wouldn’t do any good.” She chirped like a pretty dove, her hand gripped tightly around her knife handle. “I’ll just teach you a lesson.”

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Kai Miller.

Kai had been acquainted with darkness since the time he was born. Sleeping in a pitch-black basement for years definitely improved his night vision in the sense that he could still locate everything around him without blinking an eye. It was almost like he had a feline’s vision rather than a human, all the shapes and colors being prominent but blurred at the same time.

His nose turned a light shade of pink as he tried to keep warm, unable to create an idea as to how he could find the others. He figured that he might have to sleep in the maze until morning but considering the weather, he was unsure if he would even be able to survive that. He thought that ditching Sam would benefit him overall when trying to find an exit, but lo and behold, it didn’t in the slightest. He started to regret that decision quickly.

“I can’t deal with crybabies like that.” Kai thought to himself while blowing some hot air into his hands to warm up, wearing fingerless leather gloves. “Always complaining and making things harder. There’s nothing to even cry ab-!”

The sound of a hurling object swung right past Kai’s head and into the stalks. Whatever it was took down multiple cobs of corn, lodged into the ground. When Kai peered inside the dark vegetation to see what the object was, he was met with a sudden blow to his chest. He toppled backward and onto the muddy ground.

“Caught you.”

Kai recognized that voice from anywhere. “L-Lucian?!”

Pinning him down by his wrists and peering down at the frail boy through his ghostface mask, the boy let out a raspy ring of laughter. “Come on. Struggle some more.”

Lucian would most definitely not say that. In fact, Kai could hardly believe he would hold him down by his wrists like that. He knew how much that scared him whenever Kai did it, let alone doing it himself. The ebony-haired boy wriggled within his grip while trying to decipher whether or not this was his boyfriend or not. With tattered clothes, a ghostface mask, and a bloodied axe, he wondered if maybe this was all some sort of prank. He hoped to God it was.

“Cute. I like that face.” He snickered, lifting his weapon far above his head to crack against Kai’s skull. “Let me see it better.”

Panicking, Kai shoved the boy off with every atom of strength in his body, his breaths uneven and anxious. He scrambled onto his feet and darted down the muddy trail, cutting through the green stalks of corn while trying to keep his composure. That most definitely was Lucian. He saw his pretty eyes, heard his sweet voice, and yet he couldn’t help but release adrenaline into his veins. Lucian wouldn’t hurt him. He knew better than to think that.

In mid-thought, Kai slipped on the mud and landed on his side, completely snuffing the air out of his lungs. Surprisingly enough, Lucian was right on his tail.

“Don’t run from me, kitty.” Lucian bubbled. The ghostface mask mercilessly stared at him. “I wanna see your handsome face.”

“L-Lucian…” He whispered airlessly, inching away from him as quickly as possible. Only then did he feel Lucian’s fingernails dig into his shoulders, staring down at him like some sort of higher being.

Silence. Deadly, petrifying silence.

The mask sunk into the mud once Lucian pulled it from his head, showing the smeared dark makeup he wore underneath. Even if he didn’t have a smile drawn on him, it was evident he was proud of himself.

“I scared you, didn’t I?”

“Huh?”

Lucian fell to his knees and clasped Kai’s shivering hands, laughing hoarsely again. “I scared you! I scared you, I scared you~!”

That’s what this was all about. Shaking all the negative and horrific thoughts from mind, Kai was tremendously relieved now that he knew he was safe inside his boyfriend’s arms again. For a moment or two, he could’ve sworn that it was over.

Leaning into his arms with a playful scoff, Kai rubbed his icy cheeks against Lucian’s warm chest. “You got me real good, Lu. Don’t do it ever again.”

“Awh, but why? I thought you said that Billy Loomis was hot!”

Blushing profusely from the accusation, Kai’s jaw gaped wide open. “Y-Yeah, but-!”

Lucian planted his painted lips against Kai’s chilly ones, revitalizing him with warmth he didn’t know he was missing. They went at it for a minute or two before Lucian finally backed away, happy that he had smeared all his makeup all over Kai’s freckled face. Kai had absolutely no idea it had even happened, giggling sheepishly now that they pulled away from each other.

“…You’re the best slasher there is.” Kai purred, his sudden shift in tone evident for everyone to see. Lucian simply giggled and planted another kiss on his face.

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and then everyone went home and made out the end :3

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