#Friday Night Freakshow

[rithmeres]

tell me why the most sanecore and normalpilled member of the gung ho guns is the guy named hornfreak

#[midvalley voice] wow this place is a freakshow i literally do not respect any of you #the thing is: he is not sane. my guy literally saxophones people to death #but when he is in the same room as legato im like look at that regular guy. look at that normal man. he is so normal #trigun #i bet midvalley and dominique got along. the only half-normal dudes in the circus #they r playing cards in the corner or something while legato... idk dangles from the ceiling fan and eats human flesh or whatever #typical friday night in the ghg household

[skinnywalker]

Um..hello are you taking request ?? If you are then can i have more of kid!rz Micheal x kid! male reader. If you don't have any ideas, I can give you some . Imagine it has been years Since micheal have seen him(the reader) one day the reader finally visit micheal. It's been so long that micheal has forgotten the reader face and he saw a nurse flirty with the reader and that was the last straw so he finally breaks out and plans to make the reader his.

Hope you have amazing day and/or night - night-anon

Mine

(Micheal Myers x Male reader)

"God this hospital is ugly" he muses as he follows the doctor down multiple eye buringly white hallways towards the lower floors. There smelled like bleach and sweat. He wrinkle his nose before covering it with his sleeve.

"How can they let people live like this?"

It doesn't feel like a hospital, it feels like a freakshow without the trimmings. The joking, the pointing, the mocking, it's all there. It makes him feel sick.

He is lead into a small dining room. No one is there expect some nurses and a lone figure dressed in light blue and white. Long blonde locks down the back.

Micheal.

He knew at once it was Micheal. Those were the curls he used to braids to AC/DC on Friday evenings. The soft curls he used to weave his fingers through while they both read comics on his bed.

He never forget that.

"Can we be alone?"

The doctor nods and leaves the room. It falls deathly quiet.

"Micheal?"

Silence.

"It's me. They wouldn't let me visit you."

Silence.

He walks closer and looks into those baby blue eyes.

They shown with unshed tears.

"He never talks."

He whips around to see one of the nurses had decided to come up to the table.

"What?"

She giggles, a high, ugly cackle.

"Hasn't spoken in 15 years sweetheart. You'd be better off speaking to the dead plants."

He feels his anger creep into his ribcage.

"But if you really want to see a useful mouth I'm right here."

She pushed herself up against him nearly tipping him into the table.

"Get off me! I don't know what's wro-"

His face turns red in seconds as the nurse's head is ripped straight from her shoulders. Micheal stands above her corpse ripping her to scrapes like a wild beast.

He stares at Micheal in horror.

"Micheal..."

He throws the bits of the nurse out of the way and towers over the smaller man.

"Mine."

He croaks. So weak and raspy that it's almost inaudible. But he hears it.

"forever mine."

#michael myers x reader #rz michael myers x male reader #rz michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #michael x reader #slasher x reader #slasher x male reader

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Movie Night

Summary: Danny, Sam, and Tucker have a movie night at Sam's house on a rare night off from Danny being grounded.

...

It takes a while, but things do start to mellow out after another couple weeks.  Danny eventually catches up on homework, and now he’s back to only sort-of failing instead of actually failing.  His parents let up on the grounding a little bit, and he’s allowed to spend time at Sam’s house and Tucker’s house sometimes, though nowhere else yet.  He settles into a ghost fighting routine with Jazz and they both work up a rhythm that works well.  (Danny does most of the physical fighting and Jazz does a lot of background strategizing and overlooking of the fight that makes things run way smoother.)

Eventually, he does seem to improve his reputation at least back to where it was pre-Freakshow.  Especially when Jazz manages to make it known he was part of the reason Freakshow was captured and all of the valuables returned.

Unfortunately, the one person it doesn’t seem to have any effect on is Sam, which is really inconvenient given that she’s kind of the point of all this.  Danny can’t blame her, though.  He hasn’t had a chance to talk to her directly as Phantom, and he doesn’t want to just ambush her at school one day, that would be the opposite of helpful.  So Sam’s only one-to-one interaction with him continues to be “that time he tried to kill me by dropping me several stories to the ground.”  Honestly, her being suspicious is probably the logical choice.

He tries hard not to be thinking about that when he’s with her as Danny Fenton, though.  Compartmentalizing can actually be very helpful.  Prevents him from screaming in frustration every time she goes off on a rant about how everyone’s being fooled by that Invis-o-bill idiot again.  (Could she at least not use that stupid name?)

And this week isn’t going to have anything to do with Phantom at all, because the three of them are going to hang out in Sam’s basement with a lineup of scary movies and enough popcorn to put them into a food coma.  (Sam’s three favorite horror movie icons are going to be fighting each other in an upcoming movie, so they’re rewatching all of the old ones first at Sam’s insistence.)

Danny got special permission to go from his parents on account of his improved grades and good behavior, meaning things almost feel normal as he walks up to Sam’s house and knocks on the door.

Sam pulls it open a second later, a bright grin already on her face.  “Danny, finally!  Come on!”  She grabs his wrist and yanks him into the house before Danny can say anything, and pulls him past her parents without letting him get out so much as a hello.

Tucker’s already waiting in the basement when they get down there, and gives Danny a wave in a break from shaking a truly ridiculous amount of salt onto his giant tub of popcorn.

“Yours is on the left,” he says, nodding at one of the three tubs.  “Sam’s has the vegan butter.”

“Thanks Tuck,” he says, picking it up and heading over to his usual movie chair as Sam grabs her own popcorn tub and does the same.

“This is going to be the greatest movie ever,” Sam says, a grin lighting up her face as she turns the giant movie screen on.  “Plus I already bought us tickets, I cannot wait to see it on Friday.”

“I thought ticket sales didn’t open until Monday,” Tucker says as he finally sits down, apparently done taking years off his life with the amount of salt he’s using.

“There’s still a couple advantages to being filthy rich,” Sam says.  “We have three reserved seats right in the middle of the theatre.  I decided to cheat just this once.”

Danny snorts.  “Figures you’d break for horror movies.”

“Hey, I’m not breaking anything.  This is a one-time thing,” Sam says very seriously.

“Sure,” Danny says, giving her a teasing smile.

“I mean it!”

“Uh-huh.”

“I think Danny’s just telling you to get off your high horse,” Tucker says with a smile of his own.  “So much for hating being rich, huh?”

“Guys.”

“We’re just teasing, Sam,” Danny says, nudging her in the side.  “You know we’re gonna love having those seats too.”

Sam gives him a not-very-serious-glare, and then starts grinning again as she turns back to start the first movie.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t care either way,” she says.  “I don’t think anything could ruin this week for me.”

Danny smiles at her for a second, enjoying the image of her being so happy.  He settles back into his own chair and tosses a first handful of popcorn into his mouth.  Horror movies may not actually scare him much anymore, but Sam loves them enough that it’s incredibly easy to care, if only just for her sake.

Tucker still hides his head between his hands at a couple points, but he sticks it out through the whole movie, which is impressive enough for him.

“God,” Sam says, leaning back with a grin after the credits finally roll.  “It’s still good.  Isn’t it still good Danny?”

“It’s still good,” Danny agrees with a fond smile.

“Speak for yourself,” Tucker mutters, from his clenched up position in his own chair.

“Well I hope you’re ready for more tomorrow night!” Sam says with a grin at him.

Tucker gives her a look.  “You’re both so lucky that you’re my only friends.”

“Aww, he loves us,” Danny says.

“He does,” Sam says, putting a hand to her chest as if moved.  “Isn’t it so sweet, Danny?”

“It is, Sam, it really is.”

“I hate you both.”

“Inclined not to believe you,” Danny says with a grin.

Tucker rolls his eyes and sits up.  “Please, I would totally be sitting out on this if it wasn’t the only thing outside of school your parents were letting you do with us.”

“Somehow, still inclined not to believe you.”

Tucker crosses his arms with an annoyed huff, meaning Danny is totally right.

“Tell you what, you can bring a cooldown movie tomorrow night,” Sam says.  “That way we can all stay longer and you don’t have to go home terrified.”

“Except I still do tonight,” Tucker says.

“Not much I can do about that, you didn’t bring another movie.”

“I’ll walk home with you, Tuck,” Danny says, standing.

Tucker gives him a curious look.  “Do you have time to do that and still make curfew?  I thought you’re parents were being really strict about that.”

“I have my ways,” Danny says.  “See you at school tomorrow, Sam.”

“See ya!” Sam calls.  “Don’t let my parents yell at you on the way out!”

“That’s easier said than done,” Danny mutters, but they both head up the steps anyway.

They do actually make it out without any yelling, though they don’t manage to avoid a couple glares.

Tucker turns to him as they start the walk towards his house.  “I am glad your parents are letting up on you a bit, though,” he says.  “Especially considering you being gone wasn’t actually your fault.”

Danny nods, though he doesn’t really want to talk about it.  “Yeah, I don’t think they can really stay mad for too long.  I think it’s also pretty clear to them that I learned my lesson, which helps.”

“Your lesson about not getting kidnapped?” Tucker asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Still not gonna tell them, but thanks, Tucker.”

“Still don’t understand why, but alright.  I won’t push.”

“Thank you,” Danny says, and he means it.  “I do think the whole experience has thoroughly ruined circuses for me, though.”

“You and Sam both,” Tucker says.  “Though I think maybe part of that was Invis-o-bill’s fault.”

Danny winces and doesn’t say anything.

“Hey, you okay?” Tucker asks, clearly noticing.

“Fine,” Danny lies.  “Look, we’re here.”

He gestures at Tucker’s house just a couple houses down.

Tucker keeps looking at him as they walk.

“I’m not gonna push,” he says again as they reach his house, turning to face Danny.  “Just know that offer to tell me anything is still open.”

Danny looks at him, chewing on his lip.  “Hey,” he says quietly.  “You know I’d never want to hurt you guys, right?”

Tucker blinks.  “Uh, yeah, duh.  Was that in question?”

Danny huffs a laugh.  “No.”

Tucker looks at him another second.  “Danny,” he says.  “You know what happened wasn’t your fault, right?  I mean, how would that even work?”

And it’s funny, because he does know that, mostly.  Sure, the issue with Sam is tangled up in guilt and worry and other complicated feelings, but when it comes to actually being gone those weeks, he does know it’s not his fault.  He means it when he says that to Jazz.

But now, looking at Tucker, that stupid long-familiar voice creeps up in the back of his head: He wouldn’t be saying that if he knew.

Danny shakes his head, mostly to tell his brain to knock it off.

“I know,” he says to Tucker.  “I just… I hate that you guys were so scared for me.  I don’t want to worry you.”

“Dude,” Tucker says.  “You’re our best friend, that’s our job when you get hurt.”

“It’s not like that’s new,” Danny points out.  “Dash shoves me into lockers all the time.”

“Dash doesn’t kidnap you and hold you hostage for several weeks,” Tucker says.  “Little bit of a difference there.  And for the record, I get worried when Dash messes with you too.”

Danny shakes his head.  “It’s really not a big deal,” he mutters.  “I’m fine.”

“Danny,” Tucker says.  “Please stop lying to me.”

Danny looks down.  “No.”

They both stand there in silence for a couple seconds.

“I have to go,” Danny says finally.  “Curfew.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Tucker agrees quietly.

Danny waits until Tucker goes back inside to slip down a side alleyway, transform, and fly home.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #no one knows au #my fic

[yourdreamsyourwish-2]

Reaction #17: “A date? Sorry but I have to go home and laugh at the idea.”

Chanyeol

“A date? Sorry but I have to go home and laugh at the idea.”  Your arch nemesis Chanyeol sarcastically commented back to you about going out.  

“It wouldn’t be a real one, just to get our parents to back off on the idea.  It would end terribly of course.”  You reasoned, trying to get him to agree to the bargain you had laid out.  He was in his garage changing the oil of your dad’s car, his head under the hood.  

“What do our parents think we are destined for?”  He held out his hand, while you handed him another wrench.  

“Look, I don’t like you, you don’t like me. But they seem to believe we are perfect for eachother, so we might as well do it once and get it over with.”  Chan-yeol peaked his head out from below the hood with a crooked smile. 

“Do it once? Baby, if you wanted that all you had to do was ask.”  You threw the towel you had in your hands at his face.  

“Gross.”  You stormed off into your house, a blush rising to your cheeks.  

Junmyeon

“I’m sorry, a date?”  You looked up at Junmyeon who had taken a seat across from you.  “I think about when I’m laughing my ass off at home. What makes you think I would ever agree to that proposition?”  

“My friends have a bet going, that they think I don’t know about.  I said you would say yes, while they think you would flat out deny me.  You say yes, and we will split the money.”  

“How much?”  You narrowed your eyes on the boy who used to steal your crayons all the time in kindergarten. 

“150 bucks. 50 for you, 100 for me.”  

“100 for me, 50 for you.”  You retorted back.

“75-75, evenly between the two.”  He raised his eyebrow with the usual smirk. 

“Deal.” You shook his hand, agreeing to the date and the price he paid for it.  

Minseok

You couldn’t stop laughing at Minosek’s face while he looked completely serious.

“You’re joking…oh you’re not joking.”  You tried to calm down from the giggle fit his question had thrown you into.

“Why would I joke about a date?” 

“Because of us? Dating? It’s laughable, it’s so funny, I might actually have to go home from stomach pains from how ludicrous it is.”  You reply back, wiping the corners of your eyes. “We both want something right? I want to make my ex jealous-”

“By dating the freakshow of school?”  You blinked up at him.  

“And you want the football to leave you and your friends alone.  Problem solved.”  He raised his shoulders.  

“But that means we have to kiss and stuff…” You shiver at the thought. 

“I’m not a bad kisser, just think about it. Besides, you should be lucky to kiss.”  He left you alone to ponder the solution to the problem.  It was an interesting development to your high school plan, dating a football player had never been on the agenda, especially him. 

Yixing 

“A date? You know I think that’s the funniest thing you have ever said to me before.” Yixing slammed his locker shut, rolling his eyes at you.  

“Why would it be so bad?”

“Why would you want to date a guy you can’t stand?” 

“To prove a theory- to wrongs do not make a right.”  

“I think you mean to negatives-” 

“Okay, this is stupid, will you go to the movies with me yes or no?”  You cut him off before he could go all science nerd on you.  

“Are you paying? For popcorn that is?”

“Yes, I’ll pay for popcorn.”  You agreed.  

“And red vines?”

“And red vines-wait, who chooses Red vines over Twizzlers?”  You asked, following him to the next class, him to continue negotiating the agenda for Friday Night.  

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[valleyfthdolls]

assuming youre an average joe in this situation, out of all the horror movies youre fermilliar with which ones do you think you could survive

Let's see. All the horror movies I think I theoretically could survive of the ones I know.

Five Nights at Freddy's: I'm good with kids, I'm good with trauma, and I know the missing kids' lore. The movie's missing kids show much more consciousness and awareness too, so I think I could much easier communicate to them than the game kids that I'm not a threat and that I'm here to help them, in which case I think I'd generally be ok.

Pet Sematary: Just. leave indigenous lands alone. Louis didn't even have any evidence it worked before he went and disturbed a Mi'kmaq cemetery assuming it'd stop him from having to tell his daughter her cat died. What if it hadn't worked, Louis? What if the place hadn't been cursed? Then you'd just be an asshole.

Saw: By his rules as used in Saw I ("you are a perfectly sane, healthy, middle-class male"- I am clinically not sane or healthy) Jigsaw doesn't get to trap me over "wasting my life". Bitch

Nightmare on Elm Street: You'd think due to my periodic naps I'd be an easy kill, but I wake up very easily. I don't get out of bed easily, but Freddy would have to be very, very persistent in order to get me. If anything in my dream distresses me, I'm up. (One time it was a whale with giant teeth that woke me up.) If I have the slightest passing thought that I may need to use the bathroom, I'm up. There's a very real chance Freddy would just scare me awake trying to kill me.

Trick 'r Treat: I fuckin' love Halloween. Sam would not catch me breaking his rules.

It Follows, Halloween, Friday the Thirteenth:

Bonus: movies I wouldn't survive, but not for the reason you'd think:

The Ring: "just pass the tape on!" I couldn't do that to someone. "just don't watch it!" I'm an asshole. In Rings, the short film, it's established that if you don't see the full tape, you're fine. I would periodically watch as much of it as I could without getting cursed. I would play chicken with Samara and one day I would lose.

Repo! The Genetic Opera: Though I doubt GeneCo would have a cure for my POTS given they lack a cure for seemingly any blood issues (anemia, low blood pressure, high blood pressure), I do have a metal rod in my back. Though it's possible that we could afford this and it wouldn't get repossessed, it's also possible that we couldn't, and it would.

Smile: I'm not sure that the theory of "you could keep it at bay via antipsychotics" is true. Antipsychotics might just suppress the signs that it's there and then one day it's gonna climb into my mouth and kill me. This is a very OCD thought spiral approach to Smile I think, which is funny.

Ring: I would try to play chicken with Sadako and die because I didn't finish the tape and based on the books that is also a death sentence.

Midori: The freakshow members mostly don't die, and I wouldn't be in or associated with the freakshow, but there is a good chance I would get stabbed in an alley offscreen.

[bllsbailey]

The Morning Briefing: Trump Triggering the Lefties Never Ceases to Amuse and Entertain

Top O' the Briefing

Happy Wednesday, dear Kruiser Morning Briefing friends. Lozerendus felt that nothing in this mad world could be put right without a functional rotary phone in every home. 

The Trump Train has been fueled by inevitability as it barrels towards the Republican nomination for a while now. It has only picked up steam since Trump's frozen Iowa cakewalk on Monday night. As frequent readers here know, I haven't always been thrilled about Trump being the 2024 nominee, despite having voted for him with great enthusiasm in the recent past.

Now that we're here, all I can do is lean in and hope for the least worst best. 

I've got a real future as an ambiguous motivational speaker. 

Conservatives shouldn't worship politicians. Unfortunately, that's become a problem in the Trump era. His hordes of Truth Social fanboys go to bed every night wearing MAGA jam-jams and hugging Trump pillows. That can be rather off-putting to the people who want to vote for him but aren't committed to getting a Trump tramp stamp if he becomes POTUS 47. 

Rather than fret about being trapped at an awkward barbecue with those dudes, I like to think about those who really, really don't like Trump instead. He's much easier to embrace as the eventual candidate when you take a look at the people whose agita meters get fried at the mere thought of Trump being on the ballot again. 

There are a couple of stories this week about Trump's ability to be the biggest monster ever under the beds of leftists the world over. 

The first is about the anti-freedom New World Order freakshow that masquerades as the World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland every year, which Athena wrote about for us: 

This year at Davos — where the globalist elite gathers to bask in its own superiority, indulge in the ultimate luxuries of privilege, and make plans for the rest of us — there's a big, orange poop in their punchbowl. And in their trembling apprehension of what President Trump's second term would mean for their gilded lifestyles, the world's ruling class is being remarkably candid. In a Friday commentary, Reuters's Peter Thal Larsen asserts that "the spectre of a second Trump administration will loom over many of the panels, bilateral discussions and drinks parties during the week." He points out that "Trump’s return could revive tensions with the European Union," which is true, before positing this howler: "undermining the Biden administration’s efforts to lead allies in taking a tougher stance towards China, the world’s second largest economy."

Biden is tough on China in the same way that I'm a sought-after prospect to play power forward in the NBA — it's not a thing that ever existed, or ever will exist. As my good friend Stephen Green is fond of saying: "Joe Biden is a wholly owned subsidiary of the Chinese Communist Party." When Biden writes out "Xi Jinping" in longhand, he dots the i's with hearts. 

Davos is a gathering of wealthy tyrants who think that the "have nots" in the world have too much. Thanks to capitalism or inheritance, they got theirs and they want to make sure that the pie gets and remains very fixed. A bigger collection of people who should be smarter can't be found anywhere. These pinheads think that the world's ugliest trophy wife — John Kerry — is relevant. 

In triggering news closer to home, the poor dears at CNN and MSNBC went into full state-run media mode over Trump's win in Iowa. Matt covered this one: 

CNN started to cover Trump's speech, but Jake Tapper curiously cut away from the feed after Trump started talking about Joe Biden's border crisis. "We're going to seal up the border because right now we have an invasion," Trump began. "We have an invasion of millions and millions of people that are coming into our country. I can't imagine why they think that's a good—" And that's when Tapper started talking over him. "Donald Trump, declaring victory with a historically strong showing in the Iowa caucuses if these numbers hold. The biggest victory for a non-incumbent president in the modern era for this contest. A relatively subdued speech as these things go so far, although here he is, right now, under my voice. You can hear him repeating his anti-immigrant rhetoric."

For those who don't have their MSM bias decoder rings handy, "anti-immigrant rhetoric" means "the truth about Biden's border fiasco." False narrative über alles, right Jakey? Tapper, by the way, is a hack's hack. Over the years, he's managed to convince a lot of center-right people that he's not a raging, bias-spewing lefty. 

Nah, he's awful. 

Matt goes onto describe Rachel Maddow's justification for carrying out DNC marching orders: 

"But there is a cost to us, as a news organization, of knowingly broadcasting untrue things. That is a fundamental truth of our business and who we are," she continued. You may pause for a moment to laugh. "And so, his remarks tonight will not air here live. We will monitor them and let you know about any news that he makes.”

Rachel Maddow would break out in hives if she ever uttered anything truthful on the air. She's made a career of spewing angsty lies while furrowing her brow, which her low-info fan base believes makes her trustworthy. 

Trump terrifies Tapper, Maddow, and their ilk so much that they're afraid to let their rabid leftist audiences hear him speak. What if some truth rubs off on one of them and they begin to be honest with themselves about the fact that there truly is a dangerous invasion in progress on our southern border? That. Cannot. Happen. 

The one issue that Trump consistently gets right more than any other Republican is the border. Too many Republicans in Washington tiptoe around it to avoid the kind of negative press Trump has gotten since his announcement speech in 2015. 

Donald Trump certainly brings a lot of baggage to this race, and it's understandable that some people have more than a little trepidation about voting for him. Let's hope those voters realize that the people Trump annoys the most are the ones that no freedom-loving person ever wants to be in power. 

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[hellcity]

Hell City 2023 welcomes the “Mistress Of Mayhem” @briannabelladonna to the @hell_city main stage on the first night of @hell_city 2023 in Columbus, Ohio Friday May 19th at 7pm! Tattooed beauty @briannabelladonna performs dare devil stunts including Sword Swallowing, Fire Eating, Glass walking and other jaw dropping acts. One of the only female Emcees in her field, she brings next level circus entertainment to stages all over the world. You have seen her on network television featured in "How I Met Your Mother", "CSI", "Auction Hunters", "Inked" and AMC's "Freakshow" just to name a few. She was a starring cast member in the Las Vegas show "Freaks". Brianna has also performed with The Jim Rose Circus, Coney Island Sideshow, and with the haute couture circus, Lucent Dossier. In addition she’s toured the US, Europe & New Zealand and also holds two world records in sword swallowing!

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[durbmorrison]

Hell City 2023 welcomes the “Mistress Of Mayhem” @briannabelladonna to the @hell_city main stage on the first night of @hell_city 2023 in Ohio Friday May 19th at 7pm! Tattooed beauty @briannabelladonna performs dare devil stunts including Sword Swallowing, Fire Eating, Glass walking and other jaw dropping acts. One of the only female Emcees in her field, she brings next level circus entertainment to stages all over the world. You have seen her on network television featured in "How I Met Your Mother", "CSI", "Auction Hunters", "Inked" and AMC's "Freakshow" just to name a few. She was a starring cast member in the Las Vegas show "Freaks". Brianna has also performed with The Jim Rose Circus, Coney Island Sideshow, and with the haute couture circus, Lucent Dossier. In addition she’s toured the US, Europe & New Zealand and also holds two world records in sword swallowing! #briannabelladonna #swirdswallower #hellcity2023 #hellcitytattoofest #hellcityohio #hellcity (at Columbus, Ohio) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoOORemp-sB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[browneggghosties]

Halloween Ends (2022)

I love John Carpenter’s Halloween (1978). Some may call me obsessed. It’s a movie I can watch every night, alongside Friday the 13th (1980) and Friday the 13th Part 2 (1981). Everything from the renowned score, to Jamie Lee Curtis’ and Donald Pleasence’s impressive performances, to the setting, screenplay, sound design, and back is thrilling. It’s one of my favorite horror movies.

Fast forward to Halloween (2018). Laurie and Michael Myers are not related. Cool. I also thought that was lame in Halloween II (1981). The protagonist and antagonist or protagonist and their love interest being related is over done. Bury that already.

I was so excited to see Laurie kick ass. It’s been forty years.

I was not a fan of any of the new characters. Podcasters Aaron Korey and Dana Haines, played by Jefferson Hall and Rhian Rees respectively, were essentially exploiting Laurie’s traumatic experiences with the shape for sponsorships or podcast subscriptions. It was distressing to see Laurie alone; estranged from her daughter, Karen, played by Judy Greer and her granddaughter, Allyson, played by Andi Matichak. I understand the desire for realness on screen. Laurie lost her friends and it’s going to take time to heal. That experience can certainly affect her future relationships. However, I like movie magic. I want to believe that there are characters who can handle the absolute worst; kick ass despite losing everything. Maybe I wish Laurie came back like John Wick? The idea of preserving through hell and back is a fallacy, but I want to have hope.

The characters in Halloween were poorly written. Allyson, her boyfriend Cameron, and his best friend Oscar add nothing to this once great horror series. The only scene I liked was when Karen tricked Michael into thinking she was afraid and couldn’t aim. That was badass. I hoped Halloween Kills (2021) would be better. With the character of Tommy Doyle back, now played by Anthony Michael Hall and Kyle Richards and Nancy Stephens both reprising their roles as Lindsey Wallace and Marion Chambers, respectively, I was stoked! My hopes were so high and quickly let down. Laurie’s in the hospital and I’m sure many of us remember how Halloween II went down. Three moments ruined it for me: (1) the incoherent mess of the mindless mob tracking down a Danny DeVito version of Michael Myers; clearly social commentary on the January 6 insurrection, (2) Laurie’s narration, depicting a lame supernatural force keeping Michael alive as he kills Tommy Doyle and Officer Brackett, Annie’s father, played once again by Charles Cyphers, and (3) Karen’s death. I wasn’t the biggest fan of Karen, but seeing as how Halloween Ends turned out, it probably would’ve been better received if the reconnected mother and daughter put an end to the boogeyman once and for all. In Halloween Kills, she’s killed in Judith Myers's old bedroom. Such a missed opportunity.

Now comes Halloween Ends. Why call it that when half of the movie is spent introducing a new pseudo-Michael and having Allyson worship him? Omg, we’re the same! One of the writers, David Gordon Green, Danny McBride, Paul Brad Logan, or Chris Bernier really likes Heathers (1988) and really thought this series needed teen angst. If I can’t have her no one will bs.

One aspect that truly bothered me was seeing the town turn against Laurie; calling her a “freakshow.” There’s a scene where Laurie, after sharing a sweet moment with Deputy Hawkins, played by Will Patton, is chastised for smiling and laughing. The sister of a surviving victim from Halloween Kills blames her for provoking Michael. When the hell did she do that? Wasn’t she a recluse in Halloween? She thought about killing him during his prison transfer (as if that was going to succeed), but instead crashes parents-meeting-the-boyfriend-dinner. She didn’t cause the bus crash. Victim blaming is any shape or form is never funny. The horrors of Haddonfield are due to Michael, not Laurie who’s in the background for most of the film. The only good moments are when she tries, adorably, to make a pie for Allyson, and when she tricks pseudo-Michael, Corey, and shoots him.

I thought Halloween II was bad. Now, I’d rather watch Dr. Loomis, behaving erratically and practically committing manslaughter over the three steaming POS that David Gordon Green directed. Danny McBride and I now have beef because he was there for all three. I can’t believed they, and countless others, turned John Carpenter’s Halloween franchise into muddled garbage.

Halloween (2018): 4/10

Halloween Kills (2021): 2/10

Halloween Ends (2022): 2/10

I’m betting Terrifier 2 (2022) and the new Hellraiser will be so much better.

#halloween ends #halloween kills #halloween #john carpenter #laurie strode #jamie lee curtis #film review #thoughts

[necrotic-nightshade]

“You seein’ this shit, kid?”

I started work on a test edit for Null City Funkin’ w/ the little characters in the mall during Week 5. it’s turning out decent so far.

#art #my art #atroppa draws a thing #digital art #sprite edit #edit #fnf #friday night funkin #null city funkin #oc #my oc #madotsuki #yume nikki #malachai

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Okay so, this one is kind of a mix

Hank, Auditor, Deimos and (if youre able) the clown trio from the Friday Night Clowning mod(Perci, Lester and Maddox) with a ink creature s/o, nothing really related to batim, they're just made out of ink and look similar to ink bendy if that makes sense?

- Mask anon

Hank

It was alarming to see you had become an ink creature (from an AAHW lab experiment that served as a bizarre act of torture/interrogation) at first.

But he got used to it over time, though he really wished you were human again.

He killed the scientists out of revenge but was shocked when you assisted him and didn't get harmed by any bullets.

Auditor

An experiment conducted by AAHW scientists turned you into an ink monster since you were near death.

Auditor was livid they chose to do that instead of just, y'know...reviving you normally??

But you don't mind it at all. In fact you're happier this way because you feel stronger.

You can change shape and bullets don't harm you anymore.

You convinced him to spare the scientists, and he did (they are truly a lucky bunch).

Deimos

Think it's super badass you're an ink creature now!

....until you tell him how you turned into one.

Now he's pissed off.

But you're able to change shape and protect him from danger while he's hacking into something so...with time he gets used to it.

He's just sad he can't cuddle with you like before, though he still loves you all the same <3

Perci

You're dark and edgy like him? Cool.

Both of you have put together unique acts, with him being a mime and you being a shapeshifter of sorts (and also part of the "freakshow" cast).

Plus you defend him from harassment by Maddox, even though he's used to it.

Unfortunately the ringmaster strictly forbids romantic bonds between performers so the relationship is secret.

Lester

You two are definitely labeled as an odd couple--with his bright colors and your creepy inky-ness.

Despite this you both put on quite a stellar performance when it's showtime!

Though the countless times he needed to clean ink from his bright clothes and makeup annoys him a little, but he won't ever tell you that. He doesn't want to upset you.

Maddox

He keeps thinking you're made of tar instead of ink (but tbh he does this to annoy you).

Besides that, he's happy to have an s/o who's tall and creepy with a grin much like his own.

During performances your acts are quite messy (and typically involve a clown nearly being drowned in ink and screaming for help) but you two just laugh away.

#clanask #mask anon #fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #madness combat x reader #hank wimbleton x reader #mc auditor x reader #deimos x reader #perci x reader #lester x reader #maddox x reader #headcanons #monster reader

[circus-night-funkin-au]

Gettin' freaky on a Circus night! 🎪 🦁

Sooo... I officially made a Tumblr for my Circus AU of Friday Night Funkin! I had this AU Idea since middle/late March. Tbh I really wanted to make this AU into a mod, but oh the long process. QwQ

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This AU takes place in an alternate universe where FNF characters are all a part of a traveling circus. They all quit their normal lives to dedicate them into entertainment. They are called the 'Dearest Family Circus' because the circus idea was made possible by Daddy Dearest and Mommy Mearest. Some appear on stage with their own acts. Some share the spotlight with others. And some... don't even appear on stage. They often perform on Friday nights (aka their most expensive performance nights.) They perform at least 2 or 3 nights, then they travel long distances through a train. I will update more about this AU overtime!

Boyfriend is a traveling magician. He was in many other circuses, but he quit the past circuses because they accused his magic tricks of being 'fake." His magic tricks are no cliches. His tricks are meant to be lighthearted and beyond the ordinary. In the previous Circuses he's been to, he was abused, both verbally and physically.

Girlfriend is a Liontamer of this circus. She always loved animals, so she refuses to pick up a whip for lion taming. She had been in circus performances since she was eight-- Lions had always been her thing. (And yes instead of sitting on the speakers, she sits on a lion.) Of course In her earlier performances, she was attacked by a lion, but the pain didn't stop her from what she loved. Girlfriend is, infact, destined to own the Circus someday when her dad and his wife retire.

Daddy Dearest is the Ringmaster of the Circus. It was his idea to start the Circus along with Mommy Mearest. They were such a poor couple until they started the Circus. Him and his wife started the circus 5 years before Girlfriend was born. He had met Mommy Mearest when they were preteens. They had a dream for years that they'll own a place of their own.

Mommy Mearest is a aerialist. She accidentally gave birth to Girlfriend in the middle of a Circus practice before a performance. This was a reason for delaying and/or canceling a performance. Back on topic, Mommy Mearest is in multiple acts. She can flex her whole body and do acrobatics such as aerial silks and aerial hoops. While pregnant with Girlfriend, Mearest either had to be in minor acts, or sit out the entire show.

Skid and Pump are a trapeze duo. They can rely on each other to not fall. Skid and Pump wanted to run away to the Circus due to grief of the deaths of Pump's parents and Skid's dad. It was until Skid's mom, Lila, didn't want the children to run away to the Circus alone. Lila was struggling with financial problems. She was behind on bills and on the brink of eviction from their home. So she quits her normal life and runs away with them.

Pico is a human cannonball. Since guns are prohibited on circus premises by law, he "becomes" the bullet and is a human cannonball. He often picks on Boyfriend before performances or during practices. Him and boyfriend met in Elementary school when the shooting at his school happened.

Monster (commonly known as the Lemon Demon) is a circus freak. He is invulnerable to pain. He can stick sharp objects through him without injury. He is used as one of those "freaks of nature" and is a freakshow.

Senpai tecnically controls the carnival games and rides outside of the Circus. From the ring toss and balloon darts to the ferris wheel 🎡and the carousel 🎠 , he does it all. He says "Everybody's a winner!" Once in a while during performances, he'll pass out foods like cotton candy. He'll even work backstage when he's not busy. Senpai is infact possessed by Spirit with a red tattoo on his left collar bone as punishment for dating the Ringmaster's daughter at one point.

Tankman is the Strongman of the Circus. His real name is still John in this AU. He can lift up to 2-3 tons. Which means he can lift up an elephant or two. Tankman prefers to be alone most of the time. He is quite solitude.

That's all the Images I have for now! Here's some more insights of my AU:

-Tankman is a strongman. (Thank you, @cjs-51703 for the idea btw!)

-I will be also adding some mod characters in this AU as well.

-I MAY also be adding other characters from other franchises such as Spooky Month and Pico's School.

Enjoy!

#fnf au #friday night funkin au #AU #alternate universe #doodle #drawing #my art #fnf boyfriend #fnf girlfriend #fnf dad #fnf mom #spooky month #skid and pump #circus au #Fnf Circus AU #friday night funkin #friday night funkin fanart #video games #friday night funkin circus au #circus night funkin

[h1ghtechl0wlife]

wow theres humans or beasts or demons hooting and howling appx 1/4 mile away from the house. friday night freakshow

[marisagreenwood]

Gorgeous Manchester Weekend 29/02-03/04/2022

With the gf going away to do her own thing, I jumped on the opportunity to catch up with a friend and tick something off the bucket list that had been there for a while…a girly trip to Manchester!

The trip started in girlmode on the Friday….travelling on the train for 4hrs 50 minutes! Was slightly nerve-wracking waiting for the train…which wasn’t made any better when I realised there were a lot of people waiting for said train and it was only two carriages! The next handful of stops were like being in a tin of sardines…but it eventually thinned out. It wasn’t anything exciting, but I can still say that I have done a long train journey in girlmode.

Got to Manchester train station and then hauled my large (very heavy) suitcase to the hotel. Unfortunately, my tights were having other ideas! They decided they didn’t really like staying up and kept falling down every 30 seconds! It meant I literally had to stop about 8 times in the 500 yards that it was from the train to the hotel!

I was happy to get checked in and in my room at the Doubletree. It was about 9pm by the time I got settled so I just caught some Zzzzs after that.

The next morning, I got up and got ready, meeting my friend off of the train at 11am. Just jeans and a white vest…a nice casual look. She arrived and then the good times could begin! We went around some of the shops that Manchester had to offer….having a nice shmooze around the Northern Quarter, getting a lovely cup of tea in Afflecks. It was so lovely to be out again and moving around so freely. Had a lovely lunch at the Wilson’s Social. The waitress was a gem and the people next to us were happy to have some banter…treating us like normal people, not like freakshows!

After more shmoozing, it was time for dinner. Pizza Express on Piccadilly Square. Nothing groundbreaking, but was more than pleasant. Ironically, we both had pasta! No funny looks from anyone….Manchester has a real metropolitan feel!

Then it was time for Night Out #1…our first taste of Canal St! Dressed to the nines in my little black bardot dress and silver sparkly heels, we strolled out of the hotel and took the very short stroll to Canal St. The first bar we came to was okay….it had a disco dancefloor that lit up…but the music annoyed slightly with a lot of remixes….tunes from one song being mixed with lyrics from several others. We decided to move on to the Pop Bar…which we stayed in for the rest of the night! 80s/90s pop cheese…heaven! A lot of dancing followed until about 1am, when our bodies and feet could take no more! I was aching…but it was worth it. Nothing makes me feel more free than being able to have a good boogie and look gorgeous doing it.

Typically, I was awake at 6:30am the next morning. Feet had recovered though….time to get ready for the day again. Decided to go with the white and blue striped day dress that had served me so well in London, with leggings and black boots. It was time to goto the Trafford Centre. We hopped on the tram at Piccadilly Circus and made the 45 min journey to the Trafford Centre. A little amount of looking around followed, until realising we needed feeding. TGI Friday played host for lunch…with sesame chicken strips being the dish of choice for both of us. Also got to have a real good chat…learning some things about each other that we hadn’t known before and a deeper understanding of who we are and what we’re about.

Fed and refuelled, it was time to tackle the rest of the Trafford Centre. An impressive cavalcade of shops, but we didn’t find much to tempt us to part with our money. But, as always, it’s not necessarily about finding things to buy…it’s just nice to be out, presenting as female and putting it out there for the world to see.

Back to the hotel…time to get ready for Night Out #2. A pretty white floral dress this time…but the same sparkly heels. We decided to wander a bit to try and find a bar with nibbles before heading back to Canal St…but that turned into a full blown meal at Franco Manca! Not the intention at all….and there were certainly nerves approaching the door realising we would be far and away the best dressed people in the restaurant! But I didn’t care. I felt gorgeous and wasn’t going to let it stop me. The pizza there was really nice. And the staff were fabulous. So friendly and welcoming. Even in a packed restaurant and wearing ridiculously glam outfits, there were no second looks, sniggers or pointing.

We then went to a pub in the gay district which had Smash Hits posters in the doorway! They had a drag act who was quite funny hosting karaoke. It was busy in there…and was one of the only times through the whole weekend that we saw other tgirls.

The next bar was around the corner….we were lured in by promises of a good atmosphere. And it seemed promising to begin with….until some lads and girls that had clearly been drinking all day decided to turn up…and then did the sort of dancing you’d find more in a mosh pit than a dance floor. The girls tried to keep the lads in control but they weren’t up for it. The female security guard warned them several times….looked like she wanted to chin them! We gave up quickly…we weren’t about to put up with that, so it was time to move on.

Bar #3 - back to the Pop bar. A drag act was going to be on for the night, so it seemed like a good place to be. We had some drinks and a bit of a dance…ended up being complimented on my dress by a lovely (and very tall!) guy called Adam and his girlfriend Leonie. They seemed lovely and we had a bit of a boogie with them. Unfortunately something happened…I don’t know what was said, but I could hear him say that he’d take them outside if needs be. They said goodbye shortly after and decided to leave. It was ashame…they seemed like genuinely nice people. It got to 11pm and the drag act started…or at least we thought it did. It was just the prelude to performances later in the evening which would be spaced out till 1am! So we decided we didn’t want to wait that long…and moved on.

Bar #4 - the same as Bar #1 from the first night. Went in there mainly because it was a bit quieter and we could sit down. Managed to have a nice chat and rest our feet. Despite being the same heels, my feet were particularly painful that night. Music was the same…annoyingly remixed. Hard to dance to when the beat changes from what you expect. We had a few drinks then moved on.

Bar #5 was a cosy little place playing some great pop tunes. Abba, Spice Girls, High School the Musical…allsorts of cheese! Managed to find the power in my feet to continue dancing. My friend was feeling it at that point so she just watched me shake my thing! Eventually though, the pain caught up with me and it was time to quit at 1am. Thankfully the hotel was a minute away so it was easy to lightly treat back and crash out.

Next day…another early waking. Time for me to get ready for the day…a pink crop top and high waisted jeans…and time for my friend to go home. I saw her off at the station and then was left to my own devices.

I hit up a few charity shops and did some more wandering…but I quickly ran out of steam. I decided rather than burn myself out, I would give myself some time to recover and then have one last hurrah all glammed up before the weekend ended. I went back to the hotel and just had a chill (thank you Nintendo Switch!) until 6pm…then mustered the energy to get ready again. Another floral dress, different to the previous night (and shorter!) with black strappy heels. I was ready to hit the streets again by 9pm. Took a little strut around, just to enjoy being out, before hitting up the Pop Bar again. Much quieter that night…but not surprising for a Monday night. The music was good, I had a little boogie sat at my table, but wasn’t long before heading back. As much as it’s lovely to be out and feel good about my look, it’s not the same doing it on your own. But I was still happy that I’d made the effort to do it.

Tuesday morning and it was time to get the train back. Made the decision to go back in drab…the need to work on the train drove that one. But my weekend was complete - it had been everything I wanted it to be and I was so happy that I got the chance to do it. Canal St was great….surprising that we were pretty much the only tgirls there, but still a great experience. Everyone was so friendly and smiley. I would definitely go back.

[hellcity]

Hell City 2023 welcomes the “Mistress Of Mayhem” @briannabelladonna to the @hell_city main stage on the first night of @hell_city 2023 in Ohio Friday May 19th at 7pm! Tattooed beauty @briannabelladonna performs dare devil stunts including Sword Swallowing, Fire Eating, Glass walking and other jaw dropping acts. One of the only female Emcees in her field, she brings next level circus entertainment to stages all over the world. You have seen her on network television featured in "How I Met Your Mother", "CSI", "Auction Hunters", "Inked" and AMC's "Freakshow" just to name a few. She was a starring cast member in the Las Vegas show "Freaks". Brianna has also performed with The Jim Rose Circus, Coney Island Sideshow, and with the haute couture circus, Lucent Dossier. In addition she’s toured the US, Europe & New Zealand and also holds two world records in sword swallowing!

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[gothamcitystories]

Submitted by Al Reinman;

Transcribed by Carter Albrecht

Like most GC natives, I hate this damned place in a special way only a Gothamite can. I grew up here. It’s gross, smells like a tire fire, the rich live in their high towers looking down on us all, I can’t walk to the corner to pickup a pack of smokes after dark, unless I’m packing at least my mag light(we’ll get to that), and we’ve got a new freakshow causing chaos every week. Don’t even get me started on the public transportation.

That being said, Gotham is MY town, y’know? Some out-of-towner says any of what I just said, I’m as likely as any Gothamite to knock their teeth in. See, I love this town as much as I hate it, in that special way only a Gothamite can. It’s hard to explain that to someone who isn’t from here.

So anyways, I work in sanitation. It’s not bad work, all thing considered. I do third shift tunnel walking. It’s a newer thing. See, after that Rat-King business, when that guy was kidnapped homeless people and forcing them to build something or other in the sewers, few years back, the city assigned Sani workers to do regular patrols to make sure nothing hinky is going on, y’know, like wannabe gangsters or shit like that.

Most of the guys hate tunnel walks. And I mean, that’s fair, there’s more of a chance to run into that big ass crocodile guy, or any of the other bozo’s Arkham can’t seem to keep ahold of. Of course I never saw the guy. Never saw much of anything, except a few teenagers playing thug. So I volunteer to do most of the walks. Got me one of those big metal flashlights, my mag, because you can bust a skull with those things, if you need to. I also have a piece, but we’re not supposed to carry while we’re on the job, so I usually don’t, unless one of the loonies is loose. This wasn’t one of those time, just so you know.

It was this past Halloween. I was kinda pissed because one of my buds was playing a show at The Hole, that dive over on Park. Well, I clocked in, and my super asked if anyone wanted to take the Walks tonight. I figured eight hours strolling was as good as I was going to get. My hand shot up, and into the tunnels I went. We’re not supposed to, but I like listening to podcasts while I walk. Vicki Vale’s Gotham Report is a favorite of mine. So I pop a headphone in, only one, I’m not stupid, and I start off into the dark.

Tons of concrete and steel kills any kind of cell signal, so I download my podcasts before I head down. This episode was an exciting one for me, because she was talking about an old Gotham legend. So if you grew up in GC, you were probably raised on stories about Solomon Grundy, who would emerge from the swamps to the north to gobble up kids who misbehave. Well, if you’re old enough. I hear kids nowadays are treated to threats of the Batman coming through their windows. Not sure which is a worse prospect.

Anyways Vale goes into the founding of Gotham, and the Five Families. Every kid learns about them in grade school, Alan Wayne, Theodore Cobblepot, Edward Elliot, Jeremiah Arkham, and Ezekiel Kane.

So story goes that the founders had contracted a cousin of Wayne, a guy by the name of Cyrus Gold. Gold was a merchant of some influence. The stories vary on the why, and the how, but some how, Gold was murdered, and his body dumped in that section of marshlands to the north, Slaughter Swamp.

So according to Vale, Theodore Cobblepot was into shady stuff way back when, and he had his eyes on Gold’s businesses. Old Theo was a cold dude from reports. His daughter, Millie Jane, she was fond of nursery rhymes, so old Theo would make men who crossed him recite them from memory before he wacked them. So Gold gets walked out to Slaughter Swamp. He’s blindfolded, and he’s reciting that old one, Solomon Grundy. Y’know, born on a Monday, etcetera etcetera. Theo pops him, plants him, absorbs his business.

Jump forward. The urban legend starts up, based on that version of the story. Kids say that if you say the rhyme in Slaughter Swamp on Halloween night, he’ll rise from the swamp and get you. You know how all those old stories, they never say what the ghosty or ghouly is gonna do, just that he’ll get you. I remember taking my first girlfriend out to Slaughter Swamp to summon Solomon Grundy. Lots of teens did it when I was in school, but no one I knew ever saw him.

Anyways, the route I took that night had an old disused outfall into Slaughter Swamp. Bruce had it redirected when he took over Wayne Enterprises a few years back, but the outfall is still open, and it’s a good spot to stop and have a smoke, about halfway through the route, so when I got there, I stepped out and had me a smoke.

I was on the phone with this girl I’d been chatting with, she does maintenance on the electricals running under the city, so we see each other at work sometimes. Anyways, I made this joke about being in Slaughter, and trying to summon Grundy. Just being funny, y’know. She’s loving it. She’s a Gotham Girl herself, but she never got taken out to Slaughter, but she’s egging me on, so I go for it.

It’s a simple rhyme:

“Solomon Grundy,

Born on a Monday,

Christened on Tuesday,

Married on Wednesday,

Took ill on Thursday,

Grew worse on Friday,

Died on Saturday,

Buried on Sunday,

That was the end,

Of Solomon Grundy.”

I wait. I say nothing, she says nothing. I’m hoping to build the tension and scream, give her a scare, y’know? Only, about the time I’m planning on screaming, my mag goes dead, so does my phone. Now the phone doesn’t surprise me. I carry a portable power bank for that, but with the concrete, you don’t get a lot of signal, so it doesn’t do much good, so I hadn’t hooked it up to charge. But the mag? Those batteries were brand new at the start of the shift. I always change my batteries before I go into the tunnels. Anyone who works underground will tell you there’s nothing more important than your light, y’know? And I always carry plenty of spares. Nobody wants to be down there in the dark. I always, ALWAYS put new batteries in before I start my shift.

There on the outfall, you get a bit of moonlight. More than in the tunnels. I’ll admit, I was spooked a bit, I should’ve had more than a few hours left on those batteries. So I was kinda rushing to get the old ones out and a spare pare in, and yeah, I let the old ones roll off into the swamp. I mean yeah, I was jumpy, but I wasn’t jumping at shadows, y’know? I’m a GC native. We’re tough stock, and hard to actually scare. Like really scare, y’know?

So the batteries roll off the concrete block in front of the outfall. Plop plop, into the swamp. Suddenly it gets real quiet. I mean dead quit. The owls, y’know, the ones on that preserve out there? Quiet. Bugs and night birds? Quiet. Hell, I don’t think I was even breathing, y’know? Just felt real tense. Your eyes play tricks on you at night. In the dark, you see things different, and out by the outfall it’s real dark, forest dark, y’know? Even with the super moon we had on Halloween this year, it was stupid, mind tricking dark out there. But I swear to you, there was fog rising from the swamp. And it wasn’t there before my light went out. Thick shit too.

Then I heard the splash. Like something big coming out of the water. I’ll admit that I was spooked. But I didn’t run or nothing. My eyes were adjusting to the dark, enough to make out the big shape moving towards me. I managed to fumble the new batteries into the mag about the time I asked:

“Who’s there?”

Thinking I’d stumbled on some teens playing a prank, y’know.

I got my light on right before the thing responded. Damn thing must have been nine foot tall, and wide as a truck. Dressed in the ragged, rotten remains of a suit. Sonovabitch looked like a jacked albino Frankenstein, like all rotted, deep sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, lumbering like it had a bad leg, skin and hair were bleach white, and the fingernails and teeth were all yellow and sick looking. And it spoke. Sounded about like rocks rubbing together. The thing lumbered towards me, hands outstretched, reaching as if to grab me, it rasped:

“Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday.”

I booked. I mean, I think it took me fifteen minutes to reach city limits? And I didn’t go back underground for months. It took me awhile to work up the nerve, y’know? But I’ve been thinking about it, and all the stories say Grundy only comes out on Halloween, right? So I should be fine as long as I’m not down there by Slaughter Swamp on Halloween, right? I should be fine.

Right?

#dc #gotham #gotham city #Gotham city stories #solomon grundy #batman #batman fic #batman fandom #batman fanfiction