#hashbrowniechris

[queenofbaws]

Hi queenie! Hope you’re doing well on this spooky weekend ! If you’re feeling up to it, i’ve been craving some Halloween chrashley shenanigans…

"This...ugh, this just isn't working." Ashley let the awful little carving knife clatter to the table, reaching to rake her hands through her hair before remembering all the pumpkin guts and thinking better of it.

"I'm sure it's not - oh," Chris said, his platitudes ('I'm sure it's not that bad,' 'What are you talking about, it's fine,' 'There's no such thing as a bad jack-o-lantern') dying on his lips as he actually saw the pumpkin in front of her, "I mean...were you, uh, going for nauseous?"

"Yeah Chris, I was really trying to capture the idea of seasickness in my - no, you dork, I'm just so, so, so bad at this."

Before her disappointment could grow roots (vines?) of its own, he turned his pumpkin around, patting its bulbous side as he joked, "I wouldn't know what that's like, carving pro that I am...see, I was going for nauseous, so...whaddya think?"

He saw it spark in her eyes a second before her mouth twisted, and by the time she was giggling, her hands too covered in slimy orange goo to cover the sound, he knew he'd won; "That," she said between snorty little laughs, "is the most horrific thing I've ever seen, please tell me you did it that badly on purpose..."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[queenofbaws]

hi queenie! hope you’re doing well! Could I get a CREEPS x FNAF crossover?

Every step Sam took stuck somehow - they didn't squish, they didn't slip, they didn't slide, they didn't even squelch, they stuck - like the years upon years of pizza grease and fry oil had metamorphosed into something malevolent and cruel and hungry for Sketchers.

"This is gonna shock you guys," she said into her walkie-talkie, trying her darnedest to keep the sigh out of her voice, "but my camera's got nothing, the awful spirit box has nothing, I still don't really know what the EVP recorder does, and despite insisting 'every ghost in a ten-mile radius is gonna be champing at the bit to talk to an amateur exorcist, trust me,' the spirit board is also doing...wait for it...nothing."

Only when she let go of the button did she finally let that sigh out, reminding herself that this trip was stupid, yes, but sometimes friends did stupid things for each other: wore goofy t-shirts, went on last-minute roadtrips, brought all their ghost hunting equipment to a pizza place that shut down in the 90s...

She wasn't sure what she was hearing at first, but all at once she was aware of a faint vibration in her hand, the walkie coming back to life; from it, faintly, came a song, old and warped and just a little too cheerful, like someone had recorded a cartoon's theme song on a cassette tape and was now playing it back to her. Sam frowned, raising the walkie to her ear to hear better, and that's when the kitchen door burst open and the chain's mascot was suddenly in her face, its grin huge and wide and, well, uh, moth-eaten, actually.

It wasn't until she heard the three of them groaning ("Are you kidding me?!" "I told you guys she wouldn't get it..." "Girl, you have got to get more media-literate, I swear to GOD ABOVE!") and she grabbed the stuffed animal from out of Chris's hands that she realized this had never been a ghost hunt at all, but an exceptionally convoluted prank - which, yeah, checked out.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!