HEAVEN ON EARTH WITH YOU ☆ haunted hut tour

[michael t.]

pills don't help, but it sure is funny!  ☆  ☆  ☆

MICHAEL TOWNLEY

THE TYPHOON

DEALER

Initially, when Michael had heard about the haunted hut event, he hadn't been terribly interested in participating. As fun as it was to scare people, that sounded like a lot of work on top of his dealer duties, and he often preferred not to do anything while he was feeling so depressed. However, Trevor had been the one to convince him to try it, mainly because of how down he had been lately. After all, what better way to break out of a funk than to do something fun and in the holiday spirit? So, with only a bit of convincing, the two thieves had gotten to work on their particular brand of haunted house, enlisting the help of their children as well as their pets. By the time the entire hut was done, Michael was exhausted, but it was a pleasant kind of exhaustion. A satisfied kind, which actually made him feel happy, rather than numb.

Once the entire elaborate setup was complete, the dealer had decided to complete the setup by dressing up. He had gone with something simple, tying a Dracula cape around his neck and smearing a bit of berry juice on his jaws in order to make it look like he had been drinking blood. He supposed he could've just gone with real blood, considering he was really a vampire, but that didn't feel in the spirit of things. Either way, the bobcat found himself standing in front of his home, now covered in fake cobwebs with homemade eyes glued to the outside walls, meant to be peering outward. Smiling slightly, he called out enthusiastically, "Hey! Anyone who would like to come and see my haunted hut tour, feel free to come over here! I've got a treat for you all." Really, the fugutive knew that his family's work wasn't incredible, but he was still proud of it, and he wanted others to see.

☆  ☆  ☆  gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!

— Reggan

[ROSEMARY]

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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE

Rosemary thought spooky season should last all year. Given her witchy aesthetic and reliance of magic, it could be argued that Halloween was a 24/7 thing in Rosemary’s treehouse. Even so, Halloween distinguished itself by being a hammy celebration of her everyday weirdness.

Like Michael, Rosemary wore a purple witch’s hat and cape. Did it matter much that the ocelot was already a witch? Not really. She enjoyed dressing up in this dumb shit. Based on the berry juice splattered on Michael’s face, she assumed she wasn’t the only one that got a kick out of the irony. So she grinned, stepping over to Michael’s haunted house tour with a bouncy spring in her steps.

She tipped her purple brim to the vampire, flashing her teeth in a rare grin. “Greetings, Dracula. I would adore a tour.”

Her smaller pair of eyes scanned the spooky house, lingering on the biggest homemade eyes and particularly well done cobwebs. “Oh, the outside looks fantastic. I’m sure the inside is even more of a treat… though I suppose it’s more tricks than treats.”

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[michael t.]

pills don't help, but it sure is funny!  ☆  ☆  ☆

MICHAEL TOWNLEY

THE TYPHOON

DEALER

Honestly, it was of no surprise to Michael that Rosemary enjoyed Halloween quite a bit. He hadn't known her as long as some others, but her witchy aesthetic was pretty obvious to everyone around her, so the bobcat found himself grinning at her approach, and chuckling at her costume. He looked her over before nodding approvingly, speaking with a cheerful little snicker, "Hey there, witchy Rosemary. Nice costume... very fitting." He licked his fangs for emphasis that his was the same, although getting a taste of berry juice along with that was hardly a downside. He then turned, his cape shifting a little in the wind as he led her inside, "Come on, then! You know there's gonna be plenty of tricks in store, when you leave two thieves and their family in charge of a haunted hut." Already as he pushed open the front door, there was a rush of wind and the sound of squeaking from inside. A cackle echoed throughout the house, and the dealer couldn't help the urge to smile, knowing his husband had timed that painstakingly perfectly.

Leaving the door open so that others could freely come inside, Michael led Rosemary into what had formerly been the living room, but what was now transformed into a homemade graveyard. There was bits of dirt and rock carefully strewn about, along with messily painted gravestones sitting around with pun inspired names. The ceiling was covered in dancing colored lights, meant to represent a sort of sky above. As Michael stepped forward, he announced with an amount of dramatics that showed just how much he was enjoying himself, "Welcome to the graveyard. The land and domain of poor and unfortunate souls, just waiting to rise back up and take us all over. Like... now." He said the last word with a heavy amount of emphasis, and the fog covered dirt in front of one of the graves began to move and shift, with several of Michael's rats bursting forth from it. His beloved pets swarmed around his and Rosemary's feet, squirming and squeaking loudly as they showed off their costumes – little fabric tubes around them, with painted on bones meant to make them look like skeletons.

☆  ☆  ☆  gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!

— Reggan