10-29-2018, 06:48 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Halloween was his holiday. Had been since he was a kid, and he'd always been the creator of his own costumes, which meant that in the beginning, they needed some...help, but after more years than he wanted to count of laboring over outfits, he was certainly better than any of the shit in the stores. This year, he'd gone for the Pumpkin King, clad in a dark leather cape cinched at the waist with a high collar well-over his head, knee-high silver boots over orange and black pants, an orange buttoned tunic over a long-sleeve black shirt, and two more belts across his hips than absolutely necessary. The pumpkin head wasn't actually a pumpkin -no way in hell would he wear one for an extended amount of time- but he'd managed to give the surface enough detail and careful paint that it better resembled the real deal than some of the plastic shit out there. He wouldn't put that on his head either.
Of course, Halloween wasn't limited to costumes. There was the candy, the food, the decorations, the music- though Dia de los Muertos was also technically beginning, Gabe had to have this day for Halloween. His two storied home became the neighborhood's official and unofficial Halloween headquarters. The lawn was covered in pumpkin heads carved with various expressions, in their mouths fake limbs, bones, and spiders, along with several mannequins whose heads were replaced with pumpkins, bloodied organs in their hands where he had them posed at a table. In front of them were plates heaped with fake insects and eyeballs. On the roof of the porch sat a large spider, head a pumpkin carved to resemble an arachnid with bared fangs. In its web was a mannequin rolled tightly, the white silk bearing two red splotches where the spider's teeth had been.
In the windows he had hands pressing at the glass, some with bloody trails in their wake as though they slid down. Twined through the rails of the porch were long strips of fake intestines, where he'd also perched a few giant rats in poses of gnawing on the entrails. He'd hidden a pressure plate at the doormat that would trigger arms attached to the door frame, which would shoot up from their flat position as though to grab whoever arrived. The doorbell was changed to a horrific wail, and from under the door, fog spilled, the steady thump of music able to be felt.
The decor within relied on low lighting and the eerie cast of shadows by various spinning objects strung from the ceiling. The walls were covered in cobwebs, and along the floor were bloody footprints. The entry way was entirely foggy, but he didn't want to suffocate his guests, so the rest of the house was mostly free of the thick fog. He replaced it with spooky ambient sounds that would play at random intervals in different rooms, along with the roomba he'd dressed as a spider that was skittering around. There was plenty of seating arranged, some with skeletons attached to the back of chairs. A few were mechanized and would scream at whoever sat there. Gabe couldn't remember which ones.
In the kitchen, Gabe was fixing up some of the food spread, which comprised of stuffed pizza skulls, a cake in the shape of a brain with bits of jello filling the wrinkles, cookies in the shapes of severed fingers, dulce de leche topped cupcakes with chocolate spiders perched on top, beef and bean tostadas drizzled with sauce in a jack-o-lantern shape, and tamales whose husks he'd colored black and orange.
Yeah, Halloween was his holiday.
Of course, Halloween wasn't limited to costumes. There was the candy, the food, the decorations, the music- though Dia de los Muertos was also technically beginning, Gabe had to have this day for Halloween. His two storied home became the neighborhood's official and unofficial Halloween headquarters. The lawn was covered in pumpkin heads carved with various expressions, in their mouths fake limbs, bones, and spiders, along with several mannequins whose heads were replaced with pumpkins, bloodied organs in their hands where he had them posed at a table. In front of them were plates heaped with fake insects and eyeballs. On the roof of the porch sat a large spider, head a pumpkin carved to resemble an arachnid with bared fangs. In its web was a mannequin rolled tightly, the white silk bearing two red splotches where the spider's teeth had been.
In the windows he had hands pressing at the glass, some with bloody trails in their wake as though they slid down. Twined through the rails of the porch were long strips of fake intestines, where he'd also perched a few giant rats in poses of gnawing on the entrails. He'd hidden a pressure plate at the doormat that would trigger arms attached to the door frame, which would shoot up from their flat position as though to grab whoever arrived. The doorbell was changed to a horrific wail, and from under the door, fog spilled, the steady thump of music able to be felt.
The decor within relied on low lighting and the eerie cast of shadows by various spinning objects strung from the ceiling. The walls were covered in cobwebs, and along the floor were bloody footprints. The entry way was entirely foggy, but he didn't want to suffocate his guests, so the rest of the house was mostly free of the thick fog. He replaced it with spooky ambient sounds that would play at random intervals in different rooms, along with the roomba he'd dressed as a spider that was skittering around. There was plenty of seating arranged, some with skeletons attached to the back of chairs. A few were mechanized and would scream at whoever sat there. Gabe couldn't remember which ones.
In the kitchen, Gabe was fixing up some of the food spread, which comprised of stuffed pizza skulls, a cake in the shape of a brain with bits of jello filling the wrinkles, cookies in the shapes of severed fingers, dulce de leche topped cupcakes with chocolate spiders perched on top, beef and bean tostadas drizzled with sauce in a jack-o-lantern shape, and tamales whose husks he'd colored black and orange.
Yeah, Halloween was his holiday.
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[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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