Hallow's Eve

Halloween.

The time of many things: many horror movies, candy, weird incidents, festivals and many sexy outfits that are given pass due to the holiday. Here we have Yuuto who is currently walking alongside his larger than life girlfriend,Ran Kuroi, who dressed from fighting game he hasn't played in a while.The outfit was primarily white dress resembling a wedding dress, accented with red belts and pink ribbons with clover symbols. The most notable features are the bouquet of large red roses she carries around, and her revealing bust window. To add on is the height difference which shows how tall she is compared to him. A part of him enjoys it but god DAMN its going to feel weird when the others see this.

The outfit was rather ornate with much work and love put into it and making Yuuto red as a beet as he desperately tried to look away from the...obvious focal point. Key word being trying as she is being really teasing mood today and is using every chance to mess with him. ”Please don’t do this Ran.”, he weakly pleaded as he desperately tries to look way. She continued to play with him despite it,”But don’t I look cuuuuute, Yuu <3?” she teased.

Why is Yuuto doing this on a night such as this? Well he agreed on behalf of the class president Kaz to join him for his little adventure. He was free, his girlfriend wanted to see a haunted house and was also free. However he did not account for the fact that he cannot fight against her at all. They will bear witness to his weaker side in all of its assets.

The couple walked up to the trail and they see Kaz and someone he hadn't met before. His usual greeting is now turned into a,”H-Hey there, class prez. I have arriv-”. Ran immediately interjects as she bumps into Yuuto,”Omaigosh so you’re Yuu’s friend! I’m this lil guys lover. Feel free to call me Ran !”, she playfully introduces herself. Yuuto just looks at Kaz as tries to keep his composure. He can’t properly introduce himself as he is at the mercy of his girlfriend. What he does see is two other girls but no clue on who they are. Maybe they’ll introduce themselves due to the infectious energy of Ran.

The first to grace the sight of the mysterious prophet and the lazy bed sheet-clad figure was Miyu. Amassed with what can be clearly seen as claws for hands, she arrives wearing a black and red garb, a dark aesthetic somewhat ruined by her greenish blond hair with pink highlights. Clearly she's dressed up as the amoral and vile figure in all of recent Omegaman history (or at the very least what they're trying to push forward as of late), Omegaman Burial. That same figure who has one been able to match wits with Omegaman Rei time and time again. Nice suit as well, black and red has been used before to highlight dark Omegas before, but Burial seems to make it more unnatural, as if it were corrupted as sorts. Not sure how Miyu herself feels about him, though, especially if she got scared by the bed sheet. The prophet looks at her and gives off a smirk. "Well met, demon king. Always a pleasure to meet you. As for them...do not fret, it is merely the presence of a plain phantom, not one you should be afraid of. Say hello to them, spectre." The 'ghost' takes out their phone and type up a quick message on their phone to show to Miyu. 'Lost my voice, sorry. I got the worst of it today. Nice costume, though! Burial, right? ' The Prophet quickly glances at it and looks at Miyu again. "...Oh right, it is. Nice claws."

The next to follow through were a duo, although the difference in theming is quite grand. Unlike Yuuto, the other person joining him has decided to go full out, cladding themselves in a extraggerated wedding blouse, which to the ghost looks oddly familiar, causing a harsh sigh to come out. The prophet looks a bit amused at Yuuto's embarrassment at what is clearly his girlfriend having fun. Her costume looks a bit familiar, but neither of the siblings haven't really played any fighting games. Kaz has seen these two in the corner of his eye whenever Red plays, but not enough to record it to his memory. On the other hand, Yuuto's is as clear as day. It's him. The lalafell known as MIDO. That fool. "Ah yes, more demon kings!" The prophet does a small lavish bow, making the ghost roll their eyes beneath it. "I am glad that you have accepted the offer, Demon King Samejima. Pleasure to meet you as well, Demon King Ran." The ghost types up their greeting as well. 'Seems like a lot of effort to get that dress in place, I'm impressed. Nice to meet you too, Ran.'

The final presence is yet another duo. Red was dressed up in a far too familar outfit, both to the prophet and ghost. Kaz knows it cause...it-it's Red's practice hero outfit. The coat re-usage is somewhat lazy, but its still good quality, plus he had more of the outfit and has placed on some nice looking LEDs on it. His white/gray dyed hair seems far better than the somewhat poorly down spray painted blackish brown on the prophet. Hanemi knew it from playing the game where the source was from a long while back...dying to one boss over and over and over. He even has the proper sword and gun! Next to him was presumably either his sister, a girlfriend (Kaz mentally laughs at the mere thought. Red having a girlfriend is the furthest thing away from reality, like holy crap. He's so dense to stuff like that!) or a friend. Probably his sister, with how casual like they're talking to each other, along with her confirmation. She's wearing something that looks more like what a bridge member on a mecha show is wearing. Nice pick. The prophet looks at the two. "Ah, the final demon kings have arrived. Thank you, Demon King Red for accepting my request. Same as you, Demon King Blake." 'Ghost' starts typing up, stops to cough a bit, then continues as they show the two what they wrote: 'Heya, you two. Nice costumes. Nice to meet you, Blake. I think that's all of us, right?" 'Ghost turns to face the mysterious prophet, who lets nods his head and smirks. "Indeed it is."

The greenish coat tails flail slightly in the wind as the prophet beings their speech, holding out a book. "Now then, before we head out...Allow me to enlighten you all. On this day, an ordinary 18 year old lived near here, having lived an ordinary life. However, his and his family's lives were tragically cut short in a dark accident. However! It is claimed that the accident was no accident, but something done on purpose. Something that the restless spirits realized, and have decided to act upon. The person who supposedly was involved's household was suddenly overrunned with a dark presence. Alast, what horror! The absolute manic desires rampant in that realm! The perpetrator knew no peace, and soon ran away from the haunted abode. And now, we are about to bear witness to it, walking towards the path to the dark realm itself! Only the demon kings have the fortitude to handle this abhorrent nature, and soon enough we shall face it head on! But saying anymore about our potential fates upon facing it...would simply spoil the end." He snaps the book shut.

As he was speaking, the ghost was quickly typing up what was basically the tl;dr of it. They then show it to the group present. "Yearly haunted house, somewhat of a lame theme this year in my opinion. It's on our path if you wanna accompany. Heard it has good effects." The prophet stares at the ghost and covers his mouth, coughing somewhat nervously. "W-well, when you put it like that, it ruins the appeal of it."

Oh god, oh fuck

Not only is Ran teasing him, Red-senpai’s sister is now adding onto the problem. He cannot defend due to the virtue of being near Ran in her outfit which is causing all sorts of emotions to run amok inside him. His mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts as he remained silent but he was bright as a beet. Red simply said in understanding as if he was used to this thing happening in his life, but the sentiment helps due to lacking the ability to speak at the moment. All words directed towards him would be met with a salute, a wave or peace sign to signify that he was still conscious.

Her costume, her attitude, her demeanor and personality were turned up to eleven in his eyes. Heart is a mess and he is just barely keeping his composure around the others. Any sense of his cool and tough personality that he would attempt to convey were thrown out the window as it became obvious on who was the top of this couple.

Any attempt to speak would possibly lead into a squeak as various emotions were flowing through his tiny body. He was fully aware of everything that was happening around him but god damn is it hard to speak. In an attempt to mitigate, he would use his body language to convey his feelings on a set of words of sorts. Key word being attempt since the moment he tried to, Ran took him into her arms and started to ball dance with him.”Why aren't you saying anything, Yuu? Are you feeling scared about tonight or is it something else?~”, she teased as she continued her dance with him. Spinning and Spinning the couple went as he regrets taking her along for something like this. He knew something like this would happen and still he went with it. Adding to the damage was the fact the height difference between very apparent with his height, he barely went over her chest. However, he avoided the valley of death by keeping up with Ran’s pace in the dance and using every shred of willpower to not do the stereotypical thing one would do in this sort of situation.

Though what got him the most was after a few minutes of this makeshift ballroom dance, she would whisper into his ear. “You do look real good in that outfit, Yuu…in both expression and looks...”, barely audible to anyone nearby and it was at a tone which could could be seen as a compliment or a tease. Either way his face started to become bright red as felt her breath on his neck and the odd impromptu ballroom dance came to an end. The others would be confused as to what she said but it'd be obvious to the more perceptive ones in the group.

As Ran stopped to gaze at the haunted house, she held Yuuto in her arms that could be compared to a girl holding a stuffed animal. The young demon king on the other hand looked on, lost in thought. Not out of fear but out of self preservation as he was lost in thought as various feelings were running through his mind.

"Of course, Red! Follow me, fellow demon kings of the stormy hallow night, we shall begin our flight of fancy!" Paying no heed to the odd tone (or did they?), the prophet takes some few steps, then trips on the boots. They mutter something before dusting off the coat and continuing on (something about the boots or something. Kaz did complain about boots he bought earlier this week, before the illness destroyed him). The spectre silently laughed with the cover slightly shaken up and down.

In hindsight, it was a pretty damn cheesy story. But that's what Halloween is for, right? To celebrate the inherent cheesiness of the situation around them. Seriously, the whole appeal of a haunted house is increased around this time. Night time makes it more scary, but making one on this day? It might as well give you goosebumps and spring your neck hairs from its slumber. Appealing, no? Sure there's haunted places, but nothing beats a 'homemade' haunted house. Like this one, despite the aesthetic being...eeeeeh? Tacked on? A haunted house...about a scenario involving a house. Bit boring, no?


All gathered up, they went on their way to the promised horror. The prophet eyes the group and their discussions among themselves while the spectre continues on to the destination in hand. While they went there, the typical people standing out stores and handing out small treats were present, but that wasnt why the prophet was looking back at them, looking at how the others accepted the treat. (If you must know, the prophet accepted them with such grace and honor, ending it with an ominous smirk, while the spectre just grabs then). They appear to be amused with their crowd, thinking about their conversations before and during this walk.

The obvious one to see were the other pair of siblings discussing stuff with Miyu. Blake appears to be discussing something with her, with the prophet picking up the tone of it quite easily. Seems she's teasing her brother with the tried and true "so you got yourself a giiiiiiirlfriend" to the poor victim of the night. Not sure how Miyu is holding up, though. Hopefully she takes it in stride or at the very least doesn't do anything to give her more 'ammo' to torture Red with. Pff, poor bastard.

Of course, that doesn't hold a candle to whatever the hell is up with Yuuto and his GF. What is up with the atmosphere here, it's like it's been replaced with nonstop teasing. It's kinda hilarious to see him get nervous every time his girlfriend comforted him and grabbed him. Ah, love. How hilarious and cute. How annoying and kinda sad it is when you see it from the outside. The prophet sneezes while the spectre snickers a bit.

Bit by bit, they approached the location. Large house turned horror, a sort of community thing this place does. It's barely used by actual families, so it's often used by community centers for stuff. If anything, it's seen as an extension of the nearest by. As previously stated, the story this year is based off the haunting of an assumed killer by the ghosts of their victims. The spectre rolls their eyes upon recalling the story. Lame motif this year, gotta be honest. There seems to be a short line, but instead of waiting they find themselves a traveler; someone dressed casually but with a knife sticking out of their chest. Good timing, the prophet smirks.

"Oh, there you two are! You brought along friends?" The volunteer working for the house greeted the duo and their party. The prophet smirks then does a small bow, then begins to show off the group. "New victims, as you requested." The volunteer looked at the prophet with a befuddled look on their face, before shrugging it off as he adjusts the knife on his chest. "Well, we got the show set up in about 2 minutes, so you can just enter and...well, have fun. Gotta fix this knife, the adhesive is failing." The prophet slightly breaks character and laughs a bit. "Yeah that sucks...I mean, for shame." The volunteer rolls his eyes as he walks inside the house. "Well, are you ready?" The prophet guides them inside the house.

Inside the house, there was a lot of things noticed. For one thing, outside the checking area to sign some waivers and a small locker room for placing valuables...it was just a normal house. Normal portraits, normal furniture, Nothing much out of it. But there was a slight hint. A small touch of red, barely noticeable, was on cracks and the edges of the room where the walls meet the floor. After they get that stuff settled, they start waiting at the 'starting point." The spectre starts typing a statement out. "It's a story based one. We play the role of the protagonists' friends visiting him before he ran away." The prophet shakes their head in agreement. "A fine role for us. We are here to aid the demon king living in this abode. This...somewhat small abode. A small place for 10 people to walking around." The prophet seems a bit bemused by that. Big as it was...you can't really fit that much people in here.


Them and the last three (a small family with an alarmingly small child, like come on guys go to another place instead of scaring your kid) are approached by the actor playing the main 'protagonist.' Guess that's one way to describe them. He treats them as if they were just seeing his house for the first time, like a sort of impromptu housewarming...thing...bleh. The prophet narrows their eyes. Moving on, the man seemed normal, but the way he sometimes glared around the room felt like he was...looking for something. No, that's not it. Looking for something implies you're willingly wanting it. He was anticipating something. But he made no note of it, just showing the 'friends' around the place. Showed the the kitchen, showed them the living room (even though they were already there, so what's the point of it, the spectre thought to themself), showed them where the stairs led up to, all that normal stuff. But while he did it, one can notice a few things.

For one, there was an odd stray voice. Every time he said a question to the 'friends,' [uuuuhidunnoyouguysthinnkofsomething,fuck], a quiet voice replied back and answered as well. The man made no note of it at first, but after a third question began looking a bit more nervous. Wouldn't you if someone was just..quietly responding back to you. Another thing: small newspaper clippings on the kitchen. Odd. If one can sneak a peak on it, they can read out the words "car crash." Obvious telltale sign, come on now. And all the while, there's something up with the ambivance. When they entered, there was a normal pop song playing, explained in universe as the man's stereo. But occasionally, static will appear, and the music slowly and steadily reduced in volume, being barely audible when he showed them the stairs despite them being in the living room. Audio system so far seems good: bet they're gonna do some stuff about ghosts speaking to the group here. Yawn. The spectre starts coughing up a storm, as the prophet reaches out for some cough drops and hands them over to them. The spectre slightly stands behind the group, still not far enough from the group of friends, but easy enough to forget until the coughing starts.

A phone rings. The man looks up the stairs. An odd place to place your main phone line, why not have it in the living room? Whatever. "Excuse me for a moment." He goes upstairs, allowing the group to look around the house to get a hold of themselves. One of the parents looks at a picture of the man and his family. A slight whisper emits through the room. "A shame he only cared about his."

The lights began to dim. The man upstairs yells out that it's been happening lately, and there's nothing to worry about. (CLICHE THING AFTER CLICHE THING, COME ON NOW.) The prophet looks at their group of friends. Interesting usage of lights. It's like they're expecting a complete blackout right about no-

Complete darkness. A loud yelp, a female sounding one, and with that, the lights slowly went back on. More cracks on the wall (how did they do that? Damn, mad props!) The prophet looks impressed. "Such skill being shown here! Wouldn't you agre-"

The spectre was gone.

The prophet freezes a bit. Their face became somewhat neutral.

In their mind, a single word slipped through the void in their mind: Fuck.

The prophet looks around a bit. Oh boy, its ONE OF THOSE HOUSES HUH? GREAT, SHOULD HAVE READ THE WAIVERS A BIT MORE CLOSELY, YEAH NO THIS WAS ALL ON THEM. GREAT. THE GHOST IS GONE. The prophet looks a bit more annoyed, slightly nervously. "...H-ha. Come on now. Good one. Alright, where are you?" The prophet says, slightly expecting them to pop in, making a joke. A bad joke but a joke nevertheless.

But nothing.

Another word slipped in their mind. Actually no, it came out of their lips, but it was barely audible that only people near them would listen. It sounded far more different than usual.

"Shit."

Why did he come with Ran again. Oh good god why did he have to come again? Why must the others bear witness to his ever present suffering in the hands of his girlfriend. There could be a million things that could be said right now but none of it will reach him. He is in a plane where he is merely viewing the events unfold before him and only an extraordinary danger could snap him out of it. But that could wait as he is at the embrace of a tall, energetic girl who cares about him alot and he could do nothing about it.


Various conversations would indicate the teasing of others is happening. Though there was a presence that could be felt while they headed towards the haunted house in question. The path was eerie and a sense of dread lingered in the air. It was either some really good effects or there was something wrong here. Like nothing about the place seemed bad, but a gut feeling was screaming that there was something up with this place.


The haunted house was the standard deal when they arrived. It was the standard spooky looking house that was used for events like today and it really shows. The place smelled of old wood and damp dirt, cobwebs both fake and real hung around the place to add onto the atmosphere. The group would enter the place and would be welcomed by a volunteer. Although Yuuto couldn't keep his attention due to Ran squeezing him due to her being real bad with this. “Yuu...I regret coming along...please take me out somewhere after this..”, she would whisper into his ear as he slowly came back to reality. However everything was still a blur due to Ran so he didn't catch much wind of it. All he could take is Ran shivering and holding onto him tighter and something about a family.

Yuuto's current state was more lucid as everything unfolded. Talks of ghosts, signs and the like were said but his mind wasn't there. A man showed up, a ringing phone and then all of a sudden, a..ghost appeared.Then all of a sudden the lights went out and everyone was screaming, Yuuto came back due to the screaming and got into a battle mode. But when the lights turned back on, the ghost was gone and one person of our group.

‘Where the fuck did she go?!”, He would yell out loud as he would take a ready stance. Was that an actual ghost or was it a rogue quirker. Either way, if it shops up again, its going the fuck down.