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Sides dressed up - Thomas Sanders

Date: 1 Nov 2022

Halloween @thatsthat24

Post with more stuff: Roman+Virgil, Logan+Patton, Remus+Janus

Special thanks to James Lightner, Rene lovelyyuniverse, and Quil darling

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Happy birthday Virgil !! 💜

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Day 6: Decapitation

(Disclaimer: none of the characters in this story belong to me. Janus, Remus, and any other mentioned Sides are the property of Thomas Sanders)

(Trigger Warnings: blades, slight physical violence, body horror, blood, acidic chemicals, skin-melting, snakes, slight mentions of food/drink, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

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As fluid as the Mind Palace typically was, two things always remained constant.

1. Tampering with Logan’s jars of Crofters in any way, shape, or form would result in truly devastating consequences.

2. Out of all the Sides, Janus was the best at corralling Remus. (Well, Logan was somewhat a close second, considering the information above. The Jam And/or Jelly Incident of 2019 had been the very first case of Remus actually learning his lesson.) 

This was one of many things that Janus got to be smug about. . .as well as one of few things that he could be genuine about. Sure, Remus grated his nerves like no other at least sixty-nine percent of the time, but he’d had more than enough time to make the friendship between them strong and worthwhile and real. Hell, by now Janus would potentially wager that he knew Remus better than Remus knew himself. 

Potentially.

It was now Autumn both inside and outside of Thomas’ brain, which meant Spooky SeasonTM was officially upon the Sides. 

Now, while all the Sides appreciated Spooky SeasonTM, none of them could appreciate it quite like Remus. Mainly because this particular month gave him an actual excuse to take his horrific shenanigans and, on a scale from one to ten, crank them all the way up to OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT THING WHY DOES IT HAVE EYES WHERE THE MOUTH SHOULD BE AND MOUTHS WHERE THE EYES SHOULD BE—?!

Janus had been working in his garden (the secondary space off of his bedroom), making sure the pumpkins he’d been growing were good and ripe. There were twelve large gourds in this year’s harvest: enough for each Side to carve two of their own jack-o-lanterns. He’d also raised a few smaller-scale pumpkins that would meet their fates as a pie, a loaf of bread, and a batch of cookies. 

He still had his ulterior motives, mind you. He figured this gesture would keep everyone busy for a while so he could focus on some dreadfully cunning schemes. . .plus enjoy some wine and binge his Addams Family collection without disturbance. 

(As clever and devious as Janus was, this idea that a holiday tradition somehow wouldn’t end in chaos proved that while he did hold many of the brain cells in this operation, his grip on aforementioned brain cells occasionally wasn’t the firmest.)

Janus had just cut the last of his vegetable-masquerading fruit from its vine with a pair of pruning shears. He’d been in the middle of hefting it up, about to turn and place in his yard cart with the others when he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps stampeding closer and closer and—

Even before he’d discovered a flash of green and black in his peripheral vision, he’d braced himself. He tried to pull off a graceful sidestep that would’ve made Bugs Bunny proud.

But it was still too late. 

He felt foreign weight slam into his side.

He saw a metallic blur glinting, swinging right for his throat.

He heard a whooshing Snicker-Snack! which was accompanied by a sickening cRrrck-pop!

And then he was airborn with what seemed to be a lot more vertigo than usual for simply losing balance. An instinctual squawk barged its way through his lips as his face met the ground, trademark bowler hat flying off due to the impact. 

“Heads up, Janny!” A familiar voice squealed, maniacal laughter somehow not drowning out Janus’ sigh. 

“Right, because it just doesn’t make any sense to call out a warning before you take action.”

“Exactly!” Remus agreed, his mustachioed figure entering Janus’ field of vision, hefting a bloody axe over one shoulder.

The blood in question was a deep shade of gold, glowing and letting off a bit of steam. It wasn’t real blood, of course, as Janus wasn’t a corporeal person. That was why he didn’t feel any true pain from whatever Remus had just done to him. He and the other Sides could still feel pain, but it was just. . .a very different type from the human pains that Thomas could feel. 

“What’s your game today?” Janus asked, using the supremely uninterested tone of voice he always used when trying to play off a slight. “Have you already gotten bored with trying to catch Logan off guard?” He knew it was pointless to ask why Remus had singled him out. Since the first day of October, The Duke had been selecting the other Sides at random to be the victims of his Halloween escapades. He’d already pulled a staggering amount of pranks on the Lights, so perhaps he’d decided to take a break and target his fellow Darks for a bit.

“Oh, no-no-no,” Remus replied with a shake of his head. “Logan’s on my schedule three days from now.”

Janus raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you care for schedules?”

Remus raised an eyebrow right back. “Uh, since I learned about the Goretober tradition online? Duh!”

“. . .Ah, that’s right. That was the first thing you saw once you found a way to Tumblr.” Janus nearly cringed at the memories, but he wouldn’t let his mask of casual nefariousness slip. Especially since it was threatening to slip away as he tried to right himself and. . .failed. 

It took everything he had to not let his mouth drop open in shock at the realization that he couldn’t completely feel his arms. 

Or his legs.

Or his everything else.

In fact, it seemed the only things he could truly feel were all above the neck.

Janus glanced back at Remus, annoyed to discover that the latter had most certainly seen the brief shock that had just manifested in his eyes.

“Remusssss,” Janus hissed, narrowing his eyes to a dangerous extent. “What the hell have you done?” 

Remus tilted his head with a smirk. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“If it was obvious, then I wouldn’t have asked.”

“. . .Meh, fair point.” Remus shrugged, then tossed his axe onto the ground before cupping his chin in thought. “Well, I suppose I could just tell you. . .but we all know I’m all about visual stuff, so. . !”

“What are you—HEY!” Janus bared his teeth, snarling as Remus reached for his face. He immediately tried to twist away, but he just couldn’t feel any movement. “No! NO! REMUS, GET YOUR GRIMEY HANDS OFF ME BEFORE I—!”

Janus cut himself off as Remus hefted him up, all but cradling his lower jaw. He was still greatly concerned about A. all the things Remus could’ve potentially touched before this, and B. what he’d have to wash his face with to make sure both his skin and scales were properly cleaned. 

But that concern took a brief backseat to shock as Janus realized. . .his torso wasn’t brushing against the other Remus’. It should’ve been, considering how he was being held, but it just wasn’t. He glanced downward, but all he could see were Remus’ arms.

“Before you what, exactly?” Remus inquired, grinning and batting his eyelashes with snide glee. 

Janus felt his brow furrow. He made to experimentally raise one arm. 

He felt the movement from his shoulder and near his side. 

But the limb in question never came into view. 

He then let his arm drop, and felt it lightly collapse against the ground. 

Remus must’ve seen his cohort putting all the pieces together, because he chuckled and maneuvered his hands in order for Janus to see. . .well, Janus. It wasn’t unlike all the times Janus had hovered before the vanity mirror in his room to fix himself up for his outings. The only difference was the veil of golden smoke billowing into the air from his freshly-opened neck. More of the glowing, metaphysical blood tried to ooze out, but now that Janus had finally seen the damage for himself, he was able to will said blood back where it belonged before it could stain his cloak.

“Well,” Janus pronounced rather casually for a man who was looking at his own decapitated body. “I’ve seen you do much worse.”

Remus hummed proudly. “The Dragon Witch was too busy hunting to come do a performance-battle with me. I was really disappointed at first, but then I remembered you talking about the pumpkins, so. . .yeah!”

Janus hummed in thought, watching as his body picked itself up and dusted the dirt away from his outfit. It then stooped down to collect Janus’ hat, which it silently twirled about its index finger as it came to stand before Remus. Janus’ free hand then outstretched in an expectant manner. “Do you mind. . ?”

“Oh, sure.” Remus handed Janus’ head back to his body with a flourish. 

“Thank you.” Janus nodded(?) once his hat was returned to its proper place. His arm ever-so-slightly raised him up, letting him make eye-contact with the other Side. “Say, Remus. Did you know a snake's head can still bite long after it’s been severed and the main body has died?”

“Indeed I did! Same thing goes for wild boars, too! Why do you aaAUGH!” Remus failed to duck-and-cover fast enough as Janus opened his mouth wide, allowing two streams of venom to spray from his extended fangs. Aforementioned venom spattered against Remus’ face, hissing and bubbling as it immediately began eating into his skin. 

Janus closed his mouth, a devilish smirk quickly etching its way across his features as he watched Remus fall to the ground, writhing and screaming. “How the hell were you not expecting that? You were the one who suggested I make my venom acidic.”

“Oh, I expected it alright,” Remus protested, voice keening even more than usual as he choked on air. “Figured it’d make us even, y’know?”

Janus snorted. “How polite of you.” He carefully moved his head backward, then lowered it onto his neck. This stopped the majority of the yellow smoke from pouring, though a few columns still managed to slip out between the new wound. Janus held his noggin in place, patiently waiting for his skin and bones to knit themselves back together like they always did whenever he was injured. 

It took a good ten seconds or so for him to realize that the typical healing process was taking much longer than usual. 

Janus felt his face fall—then he felt it twist into a scowl yet again as he heard Remus’ cries of pain transition into his usual giggles. 

“W-What’s going on?” Janus blurted. “Why isn’t—?!”

“Relax, my dear Danger Noodle. It’s not permanent,” Remus interjected. He shakily got to his feet to face Janus once more. By now, Janus’ venom had stopped bubbling, but the flesh of his face was still very much a melting, oozing, hideous mess. His left eye was now completely out of proportion; its socket was sagging down to nearly touch the corner of his mouth. Meanwhile, his right jawbone had been partially revealed, bloody and glistening in the light. “You’ll get to heal that little cut by the stroke of one forty-five a.m.”

Janus’ mouth sporadically opened and closed with no words coming out; a concoction of shock, rage, and confusion clambered about his face as he stared at Remus. 

Remus simply waved the glower off, folding his arms across his chest. “Ah, c’mon. Having to manually carry your head around until the wee hours can’t be that hard. In fact, you should really be thanking me.”

“THANKING YOU?!” Janus seethed as he began pacing in a small, angry circle. He would’ve thrown his hands up in anger, but he didn’t particularly want to taste his garden’s soil again. 

“Yes! As I am to you!” Remus sliding up to Janus, reaching out to shake hands with his free arm. “Because now we’ve both got some kick-ass costumes for today! Don’t get me wrong, it’s really damn impressive what some artists can do with special effects makeup, but look at us! We’ve got the real deal, motherfuUUUUAAAH DAMN IT!”

Remus collapsed onto his knees as the second spritz of Janus’ venom disintegrated even more of his flesh.

Janus’ forked tongue flicked between his gritted fangs like a macabre party favor. His free hand reached under the brim of his hat to massage his temple as he mentally began counting to ten.

“A-ah. . .hey, look at that! Y-you made my costume even more authentic,” Remus wheezed, offering a thumbs up as his right eye started to dribble. “Go team!” 

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About an hour passed, and Janus found himself in the Mind Palace’s dining room. He sat at the end of the table, carefully outlining a design on the pumpkin of his choice with a black marker.

(Or, his body was doing all that, to be more precise. His head was merely watching, resting on a small silk pillow he’d brought from his bedroom.)

The other fruits of his harvest were all gathered opposite of his seat, patiently waiting for Janus’ peers to hollow them out and give them faces. 

Speaking of which. . .

“We’re baaaaack!” Roman’s voice called out, musical as ever and accentuated by several footsteps entering the kitchen from the back door. 

“I hope we’re not late,” Patton’s bubbly tone followed, sounding a bit more strained than usual. The sound of way too many shopping bags being plunked onto countertops throughout the kitchen explained that pretty well.

“Drat,” Janus greeted in a somewhat raised voice, not taking his eyes off of his jack-o-lantern-in-progress. “I really thought you’d gone to get some more milk this time.” 

“I did!” Patton reassured. He was still in the kitchen, so there was no way to be certain if he truly understood that little jab. “We’ll be whipping up a fresh batch of cookies soon, after all! I may be a laid-back dad. . .” Patton’s giggles suddenly halted, and his voice became low, “. . .but I will NOT tolerate any treat-blasphemy in this household.” 

“I’m trembling in my boots,” Janus yawned, trying to ignore the tiny chill that crept along his spine. “The sugar-pumpkins you requested are ready.”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I see them!” Patton cheered. “They’re just adorable!”

“Puh-leeze, Padre. The only adorable fruit in here is you!” Roman, also having yet to be seen, chuckled. “Because I’m the handsome fruit, obviously.”

More footsteps began trekking along the floor, quickly getting closer and closer to the dining room. Janus had to bite his tongue to avoid chuckling once he saw the sleeve of Patton’s cat-hoodie poke around the kitchen doorway

“Thank you so much for growing these guys, Janus! You’ve helped me to really give everyone pumpkin to talk aboouu. . .” Patton trailed off, the way his eyes were growing to the size of dinner plates suddenly evident in his voice. 

For dramatic effect, Janus waited until he heard the telltale sound of a body staggering against the adjacent wall and hitting the floor with a light thud before finally acknowledging the other Side. He smiled, offering a polite nod(?). 

Patton, in response, somehow managed to nod back even as he sat trembling and gaping. “J-J-Janus. . ?”

“P-P-Patton?” Janus echoed, tilting his head to the side and putting on a mask of innocent confusion.

"Are—are you. . ." Patton fumbled over his words. ". . .okay?"

"Maybe, maybe not. That just depends on perspective." Janus quirked a cryptic eyebrow. He knew Patton understood how beings like themselves couldn't truly be harmed or killed by physical means like this (despite all that fluff between his ears), but the latter Side still definitely wasn't used to seeing his peers going about their typical business post-decapitation. "Come now, don't look so shocked. I have mentioned wanting to stay ahead of you all several times in the past."

An uncertain giggle wormed its way out of Patton's mouth as the wordplay graced his ears. He still looked a bit green around the gills, but it seemed his nerves were calming back down.

After all, a beheaded person who could still talk and move and make puns (probably) made for much better company than a beheaded person who would just conform to Rigor Mortis and bleed out all over the carpet.

“Hey, Patton? Where did you want the—” Roman called, his shadow crossing the floor as he, too, began to approach. “Whatever are you doing on the floor? It looks you’ve seen a ghAUGH!"

“Hello to you, too, Roman.” Janus’ hand briefly put the marker down in order to tip his hat to the aforementioned prince. 

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF TRIXIE MATTEL HAPPENED TO YOU?!”

Janus raised a hand, letting it hover before his mouth in a mock-gasp. “Really, now? Using her majesty’s title in vain? I would’ve expected better from you!” He then rolled his eyes as his body went back to work on his pumpkin. “It’s just a scratch, really.”

“A scratch?!” Roman cried, venturing a few steps closer. “Your head is off!”

Janus smirked, eyes glinting mischievously. “No it isn’t.”

Roman sputtered, pointing at Janus’ neck. “Well, what’s that, then?!”

Janus tossed a glance at his body. The golden smoke was still rising from the hole where his head should’ve been. He could’ve made it stop entirely, but he’d decided against that, since it was a truly interesting sight once you got past the fact that blood should’ve been gushing out.

“. . .I’ve had worse.”

“Is the unnecessary confrontation already beginning?” The voice that echoed from somewhere by the living room sounded calm and steady at first, if not clipped. If you listened closely, however, you’d be able to tell that the speaker was simply holding back on some extremely warranted aggravation with the power of Crofters jam and well-intentioned vibes. “I was certain the inevitable catastrophe would come after the pumpkins' insides were cleaned.”

Logan came strolling down the staircase, and though he did do a near-neck-snapping double-take upon seeing Janus in a much more beheaded state than usual, he took his shock with much more stride than the others. “Salutations, Janus. Are you. . .well?”

“Now that you mention it, my neck is feeling a little numb,” Janus replied, making sure that he still looked and sounded supremely unbothered by his headlessness. 

Logan ever-so-slightly raised his eyebrows, some undeniable curiosity glinting in his eyes. “I’m assuming Remus had something to do with this?”

Janus pursed his lips. “What gave you that impression? The way he was sing-shouting something along the lines of how I should’ve let him carry my head as he ‘properly galumphed’ back into the commons?”

“Correct."

“Ah, so you haven’t gone deaf yet. I suppose that’s good to know.”

Logan quietly moved closer to the table, standing on the opposite side of Roman, who was still murmur-rambling in shock for all he was worth. “May I ask what prompted him to—”

“Really, what’s the point if you haven’t guessed by now?” Janus tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsked, raising one hand to wag a finger in Logan’s direction. “In any case, it’s not important.”

“I’m inclined to disagree!” Roman protested. 

“Why haven’t you reversed the damage by now?” Logan wondered aloud. “Having to carry your own head can’t be a very pleasant experience.”

“Oh, you’d be so surprised,” Janus drawled, his body offering a shrug. “I’m sure I’ve proven how much I adore the odd challenge or two. Would you believe me if I said that I sought out Remus and requested this?”

Logan’s face was quick to fall back into its usual no-nonsense mask. “No, I wouldn’t.”

“Right, right. Just as I wouldn’t be more focused on keeping an eye out for the plans Remus might have for later this week.”

Logan squinted at this particular statement, just barely tipping his head in a nod as his eyes darted all around the room in thought. He then set his focus on the available pumpkins nearby, scanning the pile to see which one would be worthy of his carving. 

“W-well. . .I mean, it sounds like there’s gourd vibes all around.” Patton cleared his throat, finally back on his feet. He flashed a nervous-yet-genuine smile over to Janus, who responded with a smug chortle at the pun. “But the pumpkin-flavored everything isn’t gonna make itself, so, I guess I’d better get to it!” He turned on his heel, retreating back into the kitchen. “You kiddos have fun with the jack-o-lanterns! Just call me if you need anything!”

Roman finally picked his jaw up off the floor and sat down on the chair he’d had in a white-knuckled grip since the beginning of the situation. He heaved his seventh dramatic sigh of the day, side-eyeing Janus. 

“Couldn’t you at least. . .do something? With the stump?” The prince attempted to huff a laugh. “You’re supposed to be all about mystery, aren’t you?”

“Is that what I am?” Janus mused, angling his head in a way that allowed his eyes to be shaded while his scales caught the light. “Well, this may come as a shock, but I’ve been trying to work on my pumpkin for that exact purpose.” Something sinister crept into his casual facade. “But, if you’d rather I try something else. . .”

Janus’ body raised at arm, first to drum his fingers against his throat before snapping those same fingers twice. 

The golden smoke seemed to pause. It then grew darker and thicker, splitting itself down the middle to create two columns. And as those columns began to twist and ripple in place, their particles took on a much more organic shine. 

Twin bone-rattling hisses crept into the air as row after row of scales spiraled throughout the vapor.

Two pairs of haunting, slit-pupils eyes blinked to life, automatically scrutinizing the area.

A matching set of sinuous skeletons flickered within the glow in a way that could reasonably be compared to an x-ray.

And just like that, within less of a minute, Janus suddenly had a new head. 

Well, he technically had three heads now, but who was counting?

Certainly not Roman, who fell out of his chair with a shriek as the duo of huge, ethereal snakes now protruding from Janus’ neck tried to slither closer to him. 

“How’s this look?” Janus asked, not batting an eyelid. “Do you think their scales compliment mine?”

“I think yOU SHOULD LEARN TO TAKE A DAMN JOKE!” Roman cried, shielding his face. “JUST GO BACK TO THE SLEEPY HOLLOW REFERENCE! IT SUITS YOU!” 

“Splendid idea, Roman,” Janus simpered. With a couple more snaps of his fingers, the ghostly serpents evaporated, spiraling out of existence layer by layer. “It’s almost like I was trying to do that in the first place.”

“. . .That was an exceptional reference to Coatlicue,” Logan pronounced, with the intrigue in his eyes being a little more than mild. 

“Of course it was,” Janus purred, somehow being smug and grateful at the same time. 

“Co-How-Do-You-Say?” Patton, piped up. He was poking his head through the kitchen doorway yet again, probably having been lured back by the new commotion and (judging by the cocktail of confusion and fright on his face) was now most certainly questioning several of his choices. 

As Logan began rattling off the basics of Aztec mythology, Roman climbed back onto his selected chair with a few petulant grumbles that might’ve been more colorful if not for Patton’s re-entry. He was quiet for the next moment or two, reaching across the table to drag a particular pumpkin closer. 

“So. After we’re all done with putting the hollow in Halloween. . .” he eventually coughed. “. . .I don’t suppose you’d be up for a little chase-and-duel on horseback later tonight? I just organized a new little forest in the imagination. With a brook and a bridge, of course.” 

Janus mulled this information over as he took a tiny saw into his hand and pushed it toward his chosen pumpkin. “I might be able to make some room in my planner.”

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I don't have a super unique DNI list but I thought it might be useful to state it anyways!

Do Not Interact:

☆ Homophobic, transphobic, ect.

★ Racists, White supremacists ect.

☆ Pedo, MAP, MAP supporter ect.

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Fandom's I'm currently in! I rotate between these ones the most often and if you wanna talk about them through asks I'd love it!

☆ Fnaf

★ The World of Mr. Plant

☆ Sanders Sides

★ Helluva Boss

☆ Hazbin Hotel

★ Shadow & Sonic the hedgehog (the characters specifically)

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★ Incorrect sanders sides quotes - @randomtssincorrectquotes

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Fun facts about me because why not!

★ I make object heads out of cardboard as a hobby! That's actually how I found out about TWOMP!

☆ I own 2 purses that go with a pair of earrings! 1 is a red spotted mushroom and the other is a jack-o-lantern!

★ My favorite flower is tulips, especially lilac tulips!

☆ I'll dress up as a clown on occasion with a little party hat!

★ I write poems about all kinds of things, but usually about love or how I'm feeling!

☆ I've made a bunch of kandi and have made a few of my own earrings including some out of mini uno cards!

★ I absolutely love deer, they're my favorite animal!

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Egotober Day 31: Happy Halloween

You’ve heard so many stories this month, some spooky, some cute, some scary, some moreso moments in their lives. But on this night of All Hallow’s Eve, Samhain, Halloween instead of telling a story….let’s see instead how those that the stories were about celebrate this night.

The first home we’ll visit in the Septic home, it’s a few stories and more like a bunch of apartments fused together in one building with help from Marvin’s magic. They didn’t go completely all crazy with decorating, oh they love the holiday but a certain glitch has made them all wary about a few aspects of it. Still, there’s paper jack o lanterns hanging up, a candy bowl out for trick or treaters, streamers in orange and black, baked goods in the oven, a Halloween movie marathon set to play when they get ready and they’re all dressed up.

Chase is Hawkeye, his favorite Avenger, Marvin is Doctor Strange, his ears hid in the sweeps of his hair, Henrik is a plague doctor, Jackie is in a new version of a Spider-Man suit because obviously, and Jameson was convinced into a Bloodborne Good Hunter costume. They’re all happy and enjoying themselves, planning to visit Jack before the night is out, but there’s a little worry that they can’t really help about what the glitch might do tonight. But they’re all prepared just in case, Marvin’s cards are charged with spells, Chase has iron arrows, James has his throwing knives and watch, Jackie has his powers and Henrik has a few potions Marvin helped him make.

Anti, isn’t at the Septic house tonight, he’s out enjoying the freedom the night brings the hunters like him. He may go have fun with the Septics later, he might not, he hasn’t decided yet as he’s having too much fun ‘playing’ with whatever human catches his fancy. His costume? It changes depending on who he wants to leave a message for, he’s sometimes Venom, sometimes a blood starved Beast, sometimes a plague ridden creature, or Bullseye or Mephisto…but he knows even without a costume his puppets will recognize him tonight.

The next home we’ll go to is the old manor that is a home to the Ipliers. It’s decorated to the nines with cute, spooky, creepy and terrifying all mixed together. Ghosts, skeletons, spiders, black cats, spider webbing, fake blood, you name it Wilford put it in along with a gigantic bowl of candy on the porch. He even managed to convince Dark to let him put up orange and black and green confetti poppers as long as there was no glitter. The manor is in the middle of a party, there’s a movie and decompression area if all the social interaction gets too much, and of course everyone’s in costume.

Dark, as much as he sighed about the idea at first, was talked into being Moon Knight, Wilford is Willy Wonka, The Host decided to be the Prophet from Darkest Dungeon, Bim is Alucard from Hellsing, Eric was coaxed into dressing up as Lucio from Overwatch, Prime, Red, Green, Ollie all dressed up as circus characters, Prime the ringleader, Red the strongman, Green the fire breathed and Ollie the Lion tamer, Bing came as Freddy due ti the upcoming movie they’re all excited for and Night is in a black purple Greek toga as one of his older incarnations as Erebus.

There’s food and drink set out and one of them is there whenever Wilford goes to get a drink as everyone remembers last time his powers got out of control when he was a bit too sugared up or tipsy and no one needs to reset the house tonight. But all in all…it’s really nice that they can all relax and enjoy themselves.

The last home we’ll go to is the Sanders Sides residence, a match for Thomas’ home in reality. It’s less scary and more spooky/creepy and cute, bowl of big candy bars on the porch for trick or treaters, a few pun ghost plushies holding cards or buckets to be taken home. Inside it’s set up for movies and food and fun. There’s a few more tastefully bloody things inside from Remus begging and promising to save the slasher films for after Patton went to bed.

Patton is a cat, Logan is Iron Man, Virgil is a version of the Crow from the cult classic films with a plushie crow on one shoulder, Remus is a less gorey zombie, Roman is Cinderella’s Prince Charming and Janus is Jekyll and Hyde.

Who will you go to visit? Will you go and share stories with them again tonight, scary or otherwise? Regardless of what you choose my friends, there will be plenty of T̡̛r͟i͜c̵̡k҉̕s͏ and Treats waiting for you.

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Virgil, petting his spider: Happy Hallows Eve, Mr. Skellington.

Virgil: Would you like some more punch? It's made from the tears of people who I punched

Virgil: Or would you like-

Roman: Virgil! Are you alive? You've been in your room all day!

Virgil: Uh, I'm just preparing for... Halloween

Roman: Oh

Roman: Do you need any help?

Virgil: You want to help me set up for Halloween?

Roman: Yeah, why not? I get to carve pumpkins with my boyfriend. It'll be fun

Virgil *looks at the pumpkins he carved earlier before yeeting them out the window*: Yeah, good things I didn't carve pumpkins yet

Outside

Logan *wiping pumpkin mush off of his glasses*: Happy Halloween

[horny4halloween]

It's spooky season, so it's time to do some espooky drawings!

I can't stick to one prompt list tho, so I'll probably just go with what I feel like doing today

[just-some-gt-trash]

OCTOBER PROMPT LIST 2021

Hey guys gals and nonbinary pals!

So, I just realized July marked 2 years since I joined the Sanders Sides fandom. So I decided to make a prompt list!

It's for October because the first fics I wrote were because of an October prompt list and thought it would be nice to reference that c: Also to force myself have motivation to write.

I know it's probably a bit late since October starts next week, but you can still do it if you want!

I have two prompts per day, you can use both for the fic or choose just one! And don't hesitate on tagging me on your works!

I'll leave the transcription under the cut.

1. Horns / Halo

2. Deer / Glitch

3. Pile of leaves / Cryptids

4. Jack-o-lanterns / Historic

5. The unknown / Found footage

6. Cozy / Pumpkin

7. Possession / Summon

8. Crystals / Fortune

9. Experiment / Dusk

10. Flying kites / Ravens

11. Wisdom / Eyes

12. Campfire / Walks in the forest

13. Beach / Siren

14. Dragon / Nautical

15. Autumnal / Memories

16. Worlds apart / Picking apples

17. Midnight / Spooky

18. Full of colors / Maple leaves

19. Umbrella / Auras

20. Stars / Roots

21. Young / Old

22. Falling leaves / Deer

23. Wild / Ghosts

24. Apple scent / Destiny

25. ...who? / Bones

26. Tarot / Candlelight

27. Villain / Bats

28. Book / Cursed

29. Face your fears / Storm

30. Fog / Whisper

31. Halloween night / Haunted house

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#5

pov I kiss the security guard lady

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#4

okay so his eyes glow

what if the orange side is like a fucking. jack o lantern man

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#3

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#2

“ARE YOU MISUNDERSTOOD? (YEAH!)

ARE YOU MORE BAD THAN GOOD?

WELCOME TO HORRORWOOD!

WHERE ANYONE WOULD KILL FOR A CALL BACK”

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#1

the way that Dawko reacts to fnaf news with like. screaming and moving around is super relatable and idk what that means for me but good for him

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Hauntober Day 1

Fandom: Sanders Sides Pairing: Analogical Words: 1409 Series: Part 1 of Hauntober 2020 Summary: Logan and Virgil have a pumpkin carving date, but Virgil seems to be awfully worried about something.

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Khunbam doodles

Khun Redraw from the Crown Game

Khunbam Incorrect Quote (#1)

Khunbam Incorrect Quote (#2)

Khun in a dress (+dancing w/ Bam)

Khunbam Incorrect Quote (#3)

Bam as an animal crossing squirrel

Yuri Jahad

Fem Khunbam doodles (Pt 1)

Fem Khunbam doodles (Pt 2)

Khunbam Week - Day 1 (Sunrise/Sunset)

Khunbam Week - Day 2 (Firsts)

Khunbam Week - Day 3 (Comfort)

Khunbam Week - Day 4 (Soulmate AU)

Khunbam Week - Day 5 (Confession)

Khunbam Week - Day 6 (Eyes)

Khunbam Week - Day 7 (Night)

Khun as Princess Zelda - Breath of the Wild AU

Khunbam Spy AU

Chess AU - Bishop! Yura

Chess AU - Knight! Maschenny

ToG Screenshot Palettes - Gatecrasher with Khun

ToG Screenshot Palettes - I was never educated with Maschenny

Chess AU - Queen! Khun

ToG Screenshot Palettes - Bastard dad with White

S3 Bam calling Khun ‘pretty boy’

Tower of Beach Collab - Yuri

ToG Screenshot Palettes - step on me plz with Elaine

ToG Screenshot Palettes - biole is watching with Hwaryun

Khunbam scene from ‘Save the Last Dance for Me’

Halloween Week - Day 1 (Vampire w/ Khun)

Halloween Week - Day 2 (Jack-o’-Lantern w/ Endorsi)

Halloween Week - Day 3 (Skeleton w/ Viole)

Halloween Week - Day 4 (Creature w/ Elaine)

Halloween Week - Day 5 (Witch w/ Yuri and Maschenny)

Halloween Week - Day 6 (Angel & Devil w/ Khunbam)

Halloween Week - Day 7 (Trick-or-Treat w/ Bam, Khun, and Hwaryun)

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Secret Santa - Khunbam hug

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Secret Santa - Khun with the firefish

Valentine Gift Exchange - Flower Shop/Tattoo Artist AU w/ Ehwaryun

ToG Calendar - S1 Characters for October

Dream SMP-

Techno sketches (+a smol Ranboo)

Tales of the SMP (The Masquerade) sketches

Dream, Ranboo, Techno, Tubbo+Tommy sketches

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Technoblacle’s dnf DTIYS

Dnf sketches

Erinksea’s Wilbur DTIYS

Sanders Sides-

Flirting with Social Anxiety-Prinxiety scene

Multifandom-

Art Summary 2020

Original-

Matching Tarot Cards with Careers (Pt 1)

Matching Tarot Cards with Careers (Pt 2)

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Fantasy AU - The Wandering Knight (Chapter One)

Fantasy AU - The Wandering Knight (Chapter Two)

Mafia AU - Guns and Roses (Chapter One)

Fantasy AU - The Wandering Knight (Chapter Three)

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The Path: A Tale of Trick or Treating -Remus (1/15)

Sanders Sides: Logan, Patton, Roman, Virgil, Deceit, Remus Sanders Shorts: Remy (Sleep)  Cartoon Therapy: Emile Picani Blurb: You’ve been trick or treating at the Sanders Side’s homes for as long as you can remember, but this year things get a bit more...complicated. Fic Type: Halloween, Adventure Chapter 1 Warnings: Blood, Mangled Corpses, and other Halloween related Haunted House stuff, Remus (character) Author’s Note: This fic is told in Second Person. You, the reader, are Trick or Treating each house. 

This was the year. This. Was. The. Year!

Your fingers clench the handle of your bucket, the plastic edge digging into the skin as you approach the long, dark, frankly creepy all year around, driveway with its towering hedge bushes covered in spiderwebs, skeletons, severed heads, mangled limbs and--

You shiver as a high pitched scream comes from within followed closely by an adult’s deep yell of terror. 

You pause on the threshold, your mouth already dry as the wind whistles through the trees sounding like a thousand zombies were approaching you at this very moment.

Every year you tell yourself you’re going to walk up the creepy gauntlet to the house barely visible in the darkness and every year you chicken out.

But not this year.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

Not. This. Year.

You wanted to see what sort of candy the man known as ‘The Duke’ would give out. 

Though the other kids had told you how this place would steal your candy rather than give it to you. How shadowed figures would sneak up out of the dark and terrorize you demanding to be given ‘All the Candy’ and wouldn’t let up until you did so.

To visit this place...was to risk it all. And you---

You swallow and take the first step up the driveway, bracing yourself to be attacked by a flood of bats, or a groaning ghoul or---

The jack-o-lanterns grin malevolently, their candle light casting ominous shadows all around as another series of screams like the shrieks of an angry cat, come from somewhere to your left. 

“I can do this.” You squeak out as the temperature dips to the point that your teeth are chattering.

“GO BACK!” A deep voice suddenly booms from your right.

You nearly drop your bucket, a shriek catching in your throat as you whirl, trying to see in the darkness only to be confronted by a large shining pair of red eyes staring right back at you.

“It’s toooooo laaateeee.” Moans another. 

“Trapped.” A skeleton hanging nearby suddenly moves, its bones rattling ominously at you. 

“It’s fake.” You whisper to yourself, heart pounding like a drum as you force yourself to continue upwards. “It’s not real. You’re saf--”

“Mine. Mine. All Mine. For ever and ever.” A soft voice sing-songs to your left and giggles, following you up the driveway. “For ever and ever and ever and ever you’re mine. Mine. Miiiinneeee~~” 

Somehow you manage to not turn tail and run. Somehow you brave the rustling bushes, the horrid shadow men, and the creepy moving earth by the gravestones. 

Sweat drips down your nose, threatening to smudge your Halloween makeup as you warily climb the steps to the blackened door creaking ominously on its hinges. 

There’s not a doorbell to be seen and the door...you doubt you want to touch the thing. “Tri--” Your voice squeaks out and you cut off, swallowing. “Trick or Treat!” You call, glancing around the various macabre figures on the porch, expecting one to jump out at you. 

“You want some candy?” A villainous voice asks you from behind sending a chill down your back. 

It was like the voice of a man asking you to come pet puppies in his windowless van. A voice where you probably should run the other way upon hearing it. Only the other way...would mean running straight inside the creepy horror house and that didn’t seem like a good idea either.

Fighting the instinct to scream, you slowly turn around to see--

Nothing. 

Laughter sounds behind you and you whirl to see a headless bloody corpse standing in front of the burned doorway, a large grinning skull in its hands. 

“Come oooonnnn, you know you want the juuuiccy stuff!” The voice says, seemingly to speak from nowhere and everywhere at once as an eyeball on the corpse’s shoulder blinks rolling to stare directly at you.

You stagger back a step, breath catching in your throat as the corpse shoves his skull towards you. 

You freeze as something glints inside, reflecting the light coming from the sputtering candles nearby. “Wha--?” 

“Take it.” 

Swallowing hard, you shakily reach inside and pull out a handful of green and black spheres. 

“Aww. Look. I’ve lost my marbles.” The voice cackles as the eyeball on the shoulder starts spinning like a top. The empty sockets of the skull take on a demonic glow just as the laughter dies out and the Corpse suddenly lunges forward. 

“NOW I NEED THEM BACK.” 

You can’t hold back the scream this time. It rings out loud and clear as you scramble back down the stairs, running as hard as you can to get back to the safety of the main road with your bucket of candy, the marbles clutched tightly in your fist.

On to the Next House Patton(2) Emile(3) Remy(4) ???(5) Logan(6) Roman(7) Virgil(8) Diva(9) Duke(10) Prince(11) Picani(12) Logic(13) Deceit(14) ???(15)

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SPOOKY SCARY SANDERS SIDES 4

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PROMPT: day 4: sunsets in sweaters 

SUMMARY: roman and patton plan a romantic date in the imagination, complete with EVEN MORE festive sweaters.

WORD COUNT: ~735

TW: none that i can think of! 

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Virgil gently blows on the steam rising from his mug. He can always conjure his tea at the perfect temperature for drinking, but Logan had offered to make it (since he was making coffee anyway) and Virgil isn’t good at refusing his boyfriends.

(He’s pretty sure that little gestures like that are how Logan shows his affection, anyways. And it’s less work he has to do.) Roman and Patton have been locked in the Imagination all day, briefly appearing at breakfast to let the other two know that they had a special surprise for later but otherwise not saying anything. Logan comes out of the kitchen carrying his own mug and sits next to Virgil, tucking his feet beneath him and leaning against Virgil’s shoulder.

“Thanks,” Virgil says quietly.

“Any time,” Logan responds.

They sit in silence for a while, waiting for Roman and Patton. Their boyfriends don’t understand how the silence of each other’s company can be so comforting, but sometimes they both get overwhelmed and find it nice to sit with someone who expects nothing from you.

Virgil’s tea is half-gone and Logan is half-asleep against him when Patton bounces in, a bright red leaf stuck in his hair. He’s wearing a burnt-orange sweater with hello GOURD-geous sewn on the front in grey thread, as well as a gourd-shaped patch over his heart. “The surprise is ready!” he cheers. “Are you guys?”

Logan yawns and stretches, arching his back much like a cat would, as he stands. Virgil stands and almost faceplants (thanks to his feet falling asleep) but Patton is quick to steady him until he regains his footing.

They enter Roman’s room, and Virgil’s jaw drops.

The Imagination has been transformed into a wide, grassy expanse covered in trees whose leaves are at the peak of turning. The ground slopes away to a rocky bluff, and when Virgil looks out, he can see a mountain range in the distance, slopes absolutely covered in a beautiful gradient of fall colors. Roman is standing near the edge (but not so near that Virgil worries he might fall off), wearing a deep crimson sweater with a shimmery golden maple leaf on the front and intricate yellow embroidery on the sleeves.

“This is – I – wow,” Logan whispers. Virgil expects him to elaborate, but he’s staring at the scene before them. Roman grins when he realizes he’s accomplished that rarest of feats – rendering Logan truly and utterly speechless.

“We have more gifts!” Roman announces. “We’ve been perfecting them all day!”

He snaps his fingers, and Virgil feels his hoodie melt away to be replaced by something equally soft and warm. He looks down to see a midnight purple, almost-black sweater, with Everyone Hail to the Pumpkin King embroidered in white on the front and a small orange jack-o-lantern face sewn over his left breast.

When he looks at Logan, he sees a dark blue sweater with constellations embroidered on the front. “This is –”

“It’s the actual night sky during fall!” Roman says. “Or – or it’s some of the most commonly recognized fall constellations, anyway, I . . . I did my best, I looked at the NASA page for like, two hours, I – do you like –”

Before Roman can even get the words out properly, Logan is throwing himself at him, pressing their mouths together in an attempt to hide the tears in his eyes. Roman catches Logan, one arm snug around his waist, the other one reaching up as he cups his face. “Are you okay?”

“The sweater is wonderful,” Logan breathes, “and so are you.” He kisses Roman again, and again, and again and again and again, and Virgil is tempted to pull Patton in for a kiss of his own, but then Roman is pulling off of Logan’s mouth.

“Time for part two!”

He snaps his fingers, and the midday scene shifts. Suddenly, it’s sunset, the golden-orange pumpkin sun glowing as it nestles perfectly picturesque between two mountains. Roman gently tugs Logan down to sit with him, and if Logan slides into Roman’s lap and tucks his head against Roman’s neck, well, no one’s telling.

Patton sits next to roman, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and bracing himself off the ground with the other. Virgil carefully slides into Patton’s lap, taking Logan’s free hand in his own as they snuggle together and watch the sun set.

It’s pretty damn perfect.

[dr-gloom]

Here Lies Poor Old Virgil

Day 22 of @sanderssidesspook‘s Spook Month!

Prompt: Out In A Graveyard

Fandom: Sander’s Sides

Pairing: Moxiety

Words: 1,102

Summary: Virgil had been the one to always talk Patton into visiting the graveyard, but this year Patton has to go alone. 

Tags/Warnings: major character death, really freaking sad, I’m not sorry, poor Patton, poor Virgil

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Virgil always managed to talk Patton into going to the graveyard with him the night before Halloween. At first it was just to sit among the tombstones and see who got creeped out first and ran for the hills, but as they got older they realized that there was a calm, almost comforting peace with the blocks of stone. What started as a dare between children turned into an unspoken night of mourning for the stones that no longer received flowers or toys.

Patton loved Virgil. He loved the way he thought about the world. Virgil always saw the things that others would rather ignore, like little Tommy Hanover’s untouched grave covered in dirt and fall leaves, or the black cat that had a collar but was never allowed inside. He had a quiet sort of kindness, helping those the world has forgotten about and going unnoticed for the depth of his empathy. He was never bitter about it. In fact, he’d told Patton he’d prefer it if no one noticed or talked about it; he doesn’t do it to be noticed, but rather because it was the right thing to do.

Virgil was always going above and beyond to protect others, too. He’d run himself ragged trying to help the people he loved and throw himself in danger’s way to protect them. Patton always scolded him for it, because “Someday you’re going to get seriously hurt!”, but Virgil would just laugh and clap Patton’s shoulder, reassuring him that nothing bad would happen, that he could take care of himself. Then, four years, seven months, and twenty-four days after they got together, Virgil got in an accident.

There had been a little boy crossing the street with his bike. He couldn’t have been more than ten years old. The chain on his bike locked up, making him stop in the middle of the road. He refused to leave his bike, even as a car started coming down the street. The driver was honking, not willing to just stop and wait for this kid to get out of the way. Virgil and Patton watch in horror as the boy looks up, fear filling his face as he pulls on the chain. Virgil suddenly breaks away from Patton, letting go of his hand as he runs right for the boy.

Patton screams. He knows where this is going. He knows what’s about to happen. He shouts Virgil’s name. He begs him to come back. Virgil pushes the boy and his bike out of the way just as the car gets close, hitting Virgil from the side at full-speed. Patton screams, the sound full of heartbreak as he watches the man he loves fly through the air and hit the asphalt, rolling once, twice, three times before he stops, back facing Patton and unmoving. The car slams on its breaks. Patton’s knees feel weak as he runs towards Virgil, stumbling and falling to his knees beside Virgil. He turns him onto his back, and Virgil’s eyes flutter open to look at Patton.

Tears fall down Patton’s cheeks unnoticed as he takes in the sight of his boyfriend. His arms and face have deep scrapes, he’s pretty sure one of his arms and his legs are broken, and his breathing isn’t natural at all. His entire body shudders with each jagged breath, his eyes look hazy, and when his lips part Patton can see the blood coating his teeth. A sob wrenches it’s way out of Patton’s chest and he cups Virgil’s cheek, the one that isn’t hurt. Virgil tries to say something, but it’s so quiet and all Patton can see is the blood so he squeezes his eyes shut.

“N-no, baby, don’t speak, please. It’ll be o-okay, just save your energy.” He hears sirens in the distance. “They’re gonna take you to the hospital a-and fix you up, and y-you’ll be fine. W-we can go get ice cream after, a-at that place you like, o-okay?” Virgil tries to laugh, but he just coughs, spitting up blood that dribbles down his chin. He’s barely breathing; anything more hurts too much and makes him wince. Patton brushes his hair out of his face, forcing a smile. “Just a little l-longer baby, please hold on, y-you’ll be okay.” Virgil gives Patton a shaky smile. He lasts another five minutes before his eyes start to slip closed, no matter how much Patton begs him to stay awake.

He was dead before the paramedics arrived.

Patton visited the graveyard the night before Halloween, just like every year. This time, he was alone. This time, he carried more than just a flashlight with him. This time, he brushed tears from his eyes as he sat next to one tombstone in particular and leaned against it, as if it could substitute the warm chest of his love. The stone was a shiny black, with neat words inscribed into the surface reading:

Virgil Sanders

Oct. 16, 1991 - Nov. 27, 2017

A heart full of love and kindness that few were lucky enough to see.

Patton placed a bouquet of red carnations on the ground in front of Virgil’s grave, then a small plastic jack-o-lantern full of candy. He relaxed against the side of the tombstone, sighing deeply and feeling the same pain in his chest that’s sat there since Virgil left. He blinks away more tears.

“Hi, Virge. I-.... I miss you so much, baby.” Tears start spilling down his face and he tries in vain to wipe them away. “I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, I’m sorry. I just miss you so, so much. Nothing’s the same without you here. I’m still not used to waking up alone. I keep having nightmares about you getting hit by that damn car. I- why did you have to save that boy? It- it sounds horrible, but… If you hadn’t saved him, you’d be here right now. I wouldn’t be alone. You just had to be the protector, and I hate it. How dare you leave me here. How dare you leave me alone.” He clenches his hands into fists, staring at his lap as more tears fell. “I-I’m so lonely, Virge. I wish you were still h-here. I love you baby, a-always have, always w-will.” He wiped his face, standing up and heading back to his car.

Virgil sat in front of his tombstone, turning to watch Patton leave, his shoulders shaking with sobs. Twin tears made their way down his own face, though they didn’t ruin the eyeshadow he’d always had on. How could they? He was dead.

“I’m so sorry, Pat.”

[oh-star-how-the-mighty-fall]

A little Halloween Sanders Sides fic for ya, an au in which the sides are human witches (yeah, I know that’s usually a female-gendered term, but I preferred that over wizard or sorcerer, or whatever the male version is)....enjoy!

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“I still don’t see why we have to do this,” Virgil groaned from his place on the couch. He was glaring down at his phone as if it was at fault.

“Oh, come on, Virge, where’s your Halloween spirit?” Patton responded, grinning. He swirled his hand, conjuring orange and black streamers and intertwining them on the ceiling. “It’ll be fun!”

“A party? Fun?” Virgil raised his eyebrow. “Plus, why would you want to celebrate a holiday that openly mocks us?”

“Virgil, those people don’t know that witches actually exist,” Patton said. “They aren’t trying to mock us on purpose.”

Virgil’s response was interrupted by Roman bursting into the room with a pointy black hat perched atop his head. “Greetings, my fellow witches!”

Virgil looked up at Roman and did a double take. “Are you kidding me?” He pointed his finger at Roman’s hat, making it vanish from his head. “Why are you encouraging the stereotype? You can’t even pull that off anyway.”

Roman made an offended noise before conjuring the hat back onto his head. “Excuse me, I’ll have you know--”

“Virgil,” Patton interrupted, trying to prevent an argument. “Have you picked out the music yet?”

“I’m working on it.”

Logan came out of the kitchen, carrying two bottles of soda in one arm, a bowl of pretzels in the other, using a finger to float a bowl of candy corn and a plate of jack-o-lantern cookies in front of him as he walked to the table to set it all down. “Satisfactory,” he said to himself as soon as everything was laid out. He snapped his fingers and a stack of cups appeared next to the drinks. He turned to the others, “I would like to remind you three to be as careful as possible not to reveal our abilities to the partygoers. They are all human and are unaware of our secret.”

“We know,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes. “We’ve been hiding our secret for hundreds of years.”

“Which reminds me!” Roman added, smacking a hand dramatically on his forehead. “I need to brew a new youth potion first thing tomorrow morning. My stock is too low for all four of us to drink, and some of us are beginning to show our age.” He wiggled his eyebrows in Virgil’s direction.

“You’re one to talk, old man. You’re at least one hundred and fifty years older than I am. Check out those gnarly crows feet, dude.”

“Shut up, I look beautiful. You know, that’s the second time you’ve insulted me in five minutes. You okay?”

Virgil just shrugged and looked back at his phone. Logan glanced at the two before turning to Virgil and closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he nodded. “Just as I suspected. Virgil here is feeling rather nervous about the sizable group that we have invited into our home for this evening’s festivities. Am I correct?” Virgil shrugged again, not needing to give a verbal answer. Logan cleared his throat and approached him. “May I?”

Virgil nodded and held out his hands. Logan took them and stared down at them until a bright light glowed in both of Virgil’s palms, flickering there until they joined together, grew bigger, and started to spread its light up his arms and to his chest. Virgil closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, as the light started swirling a little before fading. Virgil opened his eyes and smiled. “Thanks, that helped.”

“I’m glad I could be of assistance,” Logan responded before standing up. “Is everything ready?”

“Just a few more decorations and we should be all set,” Patton answered. Roman crossed the room to join him and offered to help.

Ten minutes later, the apartment was fully decorated with dimmed lighting and flameless flickering candles (because Logan was concerned about the possibility of real candles tipping over and starting a fire, and conjuring realistic-looking-but-completely-safe magic fire was out of the question), cobwebs with rubber spiders (which Patton shuddered at but Roman insisted on), and a small animatronic witch holding a broom, that would cackle every time someone walked by. Virgil groaned at that particular decoration, but Roman just grinned obnoxiously at him.

“Okay, everyone, get your costumes on! The guests should be here soon!” Patton said excitedly. The four didn’t bother to take the time manually changing their clothes. Virgil ran a hand down in front of his body, starting at his head, and his homemade patchwork hoodie and ripped skinny jeans were transformed into a black suit and red tie. His hair was longer and darker, and his usual black eyeshadow was replaced with red.

“Who are you supposed to be?” Roman asked him, confused.

“Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge era Gerard Way,” Virgil said. He did not say the word “duh”, but it was implied in his tone.

Patton wiggled his fingers vaguely at himself and tiny twinkling sparkles showered over him. When they vanished, he was standing there in a cat onesie, which was no surprise to anyone.

Logan snapped his fingers on both of his hands (snapping was his most preferred way of doing magic, because it was the “most efficient method”, as he put it), and his clothes quickly faded into a Doctor Who costume.

Roman threw his arms up into the air in a complicated looking swirl, and amidst a shower of sparks, he emerged in a traditional warlock outfit, complete with a long overcoat. Virgil looked pointedly at him, and Roman shrugged. “What? I feel the most comfortable in my own outfit, okay? Plus, this is the only time of year that I can wear this and get away with it.”

Fifteen minutes later, guests started to arrive. They were friends of the four witches from various places: their apartment complex, work, or other mutual friends.

“If you’re feeling overwhelmed at any point tonight, feel free to pop into my room for a minute, okay, kiddo?” Patton murmured to Virgil in between greeting the guests. Virgil nodded, thankful for the offer. Patton’s room was upstairs and the most cheerfully decorated out of the four. It always calmed the anxious witch down. Virgil went to start up the music that he had picked out, silently observing the party.

Meanwhile, Roman was in his element. He was already telling a ghost story, trying to make it as spooky and suspenseful as possible. On the inside, he was trying not to mention the fact that he personally knew several ghosts, and many of them were actually rather pleasant.

Logan had found another partygoer who had also come dressed as a Doctor Who character, and was deeply immersed in an analysis of the show and the characters they were both representing.

Patton was standing in the corner of the room that was the farthest away from the spider decorations, encouraging the few around him to try the jack-o-lantern cookies that he had made from scratch.

Their first Halloween party was a success. And if the motion activated witch decoration made Virgil jump every time it cackled when someone walked by, Roman couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it.