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FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF Bonus Match #3 BONUS MATCH #2 RESULTS The fluorescent lights flickered erratically inside the dimly lit Spirit Halloween store. A cold draft rattled through the cheaply made animatronic displays; The hanging ghosts swayed ominously. Jamie Lloyd stumbled through the aisles and clutched at the deep gash on her arm. Her breathing was ragged, her heart hammered against her ribs. Sweat and blood intertwined on her pale skin as she desperately tried to escape. She reached out telepathically into the abyss. He was here. And she needed him. Outside the store, a silent shadow loomed. A dark figure in a jumpsuit and a pale mask. Michael Myers remained motionless for a long moment before he stepped forward. Inside, Jamie turned a corner and froze. A row of mannequins wearing cheap horror costumes stood before her. Then, with a shriek of manic laughter, one of the mannequins burst to life. TIFFANY: Boo, brat! The knife plunged deep into Jamie’s abdomen. She gasped, eyes wide, before collapsing to the floor. Tiffany grinned wickedly. She wiped the blood from her blade onto her wedding dress. TIFFANY: Awww, I hate to kill another girl with taste, but them’s the breaks, sweetie. The store doors creaked open. Michael Myers stepped inside. TIFFANY: Aaah, big guy finally showed up! You know, I gotta say, I am a fan of the silent type. Michael didn’t hesitate. He walked forward, knife in hand, and ignored Tiffany’s attempt at witty banter. Meanwhile, hidden in the store’s backroom, Chucky watched gleefully as a series of rigged traps spring into motion. A bucket filled with nails tipped over from a shelf, a loose cable sparked near Michael’s feet, and a flood of cheap Halloween props cascaded down like a plastic avalanche. Michael walked straight through it all, unaffected. CHUCKY Oh, come on! That was perfectly timed! TIFFANY: Uh, Plan B? We need a Plan B. Chu… Michael impaled Tiffany mid-sentence. She choked, looked down at the massive kitchen knife lodged in her chest and collapsed next to Jamie. CHUCKY: Oh, hell no! Chucky lunged at Michael, tiny knife in hand, but Michael merely grabbed him by the throat. Without hesitation, he slammed the possessed doll’s head straight through a glass display case. Michael stepped over the remains of the murderous duo and knelt beside Jamie’s body. Without a word, he lifted her into his arms and exited the Spirit Halloween store. HOST CHECK-IN Elvira sat on her couch, one leg draped over the other, her expression one of disappointment. Her co-host, Randy Meeks, sat beside her and shook his head. ELVIRA: Well, there goes another Bonus Match Final Girl. Bummer. RANDY: Just more proof that they didn’t belong in the main tournament. Look, I loved Jamie, but she was doomed the second she stepped into a knife fight with Tiffany. ELVIRA: I suppose. But it is now time for our next Bonus Match. It looks a little more promising. RANDY: Oh, absolutely. This one’s got some real heavy hitters. ELVIRA: You know, Randy, everyone thinks of Final Girls as teen scream queens or college coeds running from masked maniacs. But sometimes, the term applies to women who’ve got a little more... experience. Elvira leaned forward and batted her eyelashes seductively. ELVIRA: Like yours truly. RANDY: You definitely fit the bill, but right now we’re focusing on two other Final Girls who happen to be grown women and who have been through the ringer and back. One’s an award-winning investigative journalist, and the other has survived the literal future of horror. ELVIRA: Ohhh, sounds intriguing. Care to introduce them? RANDY: First, we have the ever-intrepid, sharp-tongued Gale Weathers. You know her, you love her, and if you’ve ever been in her way, she’s probably run you over with a news van. She’s survived multiple Ghostface massacres, outwitted some of the most deranged killers, and done it all while maintaining perfect hair. ELVIRA: Not to mention she gave Dewey a shot. That alone takes guts. RANDY: And competing against her in this challenge, we have the scientist turned badass, Rowan LaFontaine. She was the only one with enough brains and brawn to actually put Jason Voorhees on ice…literally! And she survived being launched into the future, dealing with cyborg killers, and watching Uber Jason tear through a spaceship. If anyone can handle the unknown, it’s her. ELVIRA: She’s definitely not your average slasher survivor. What’s their challenge? RANDY: Oh, just a little fight to the death with everyone’s favorite gold-obsessed monster: the Leprechaun. ELVIRA: Ah-ha! I overheard that the pint-sized terror was green with envy when he found out Chucky and Tiffany got some time in the spotlight. RANDY: Well, he can consider this his chance at redemption. The challenge is simple: survive and defeat the Leprechaun inside a bank filled to the brim with gold, some of it his, some he wants to claim. Whoever lasts the longest or takes him out first wins. ELVIRA: You just know he’s gonna be touchy about people touching his treasure. RANDY: Exactly. And as always, our Final Girls won’t be heading in blind. There’s a special guest waiting to give them some advice. LUCKY'S NATIONAL BANK Inside the massive vault-lined bank, gold bars glistened under security lights. Gale Weathers waltzed in; her high heels clicked against the marble floor. She crossed her arms. GALE: This is absolutely ridiculous. I knew Sidney was gonna rope me into some insane horror nonsense again. Rowan LaFontaine stood beside her also with her arms folded. ROWAN: Trust me, lady. I’m still deciding if this is stranger than getting frozen for 400 years and waking up on a spaceship with Jason Voorhees. I must have some rotten luck. A figure emerged from the shadows, it was Tory Redding, the original Leprechaun survivor. TORY: You two are gonna need all the luck you can get. Tory eyed Gale curiously. TORY: Wait... do I know you? GALE: Hmm, probably. I’m an award-winning journalist. Been on TV plenty. TORY: No. I don’t think that’s it. Tory shook her head. TORY: Anyway, listen up, you cannot underestimate this thing. He’s tricky, sadistic, and has more magic than you can shake a stick at. But he does have weaknesses. Tory detailed the Leprechaun’s tendencies, his obsession with his gold, and ways to counteract his magic. She handed them four leaf clovers, wrought iron, wished them well, and departed. ROWAN: Well, from the sounds of it at least he won’t be the size of Jason. GALE: And at least he won’t be wearing a stupid Ghostface mask... I hope.

FINAL GIRL FACE-OFF Bonus Match #2 BONUS MATCH #1 RESULTS The light hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the cold, clinical lab as Tina Shepard and Dr. Zoe McConnell stood amid scattered medical equipment, shattered glass, and overturned tables. Sweat dropped from Tina’s forehead as she struggled with exhaustion but remained focused.. Zoe, ever composed, wore smug satisfaction on her face like it was part of her uniform. TINA: You think you're the first person to try and take me down? ZOE: No, but I'll be the last. Both women reached out with their minds. A metal tray shot across the room, narrowly missing Tina's head. In retaliation, she yanked a chair off the floor and flung it toward Zoe. The doctor flicked her wrist and sent the chair spinning harmlessly aside before launching a barrage of scalpels from a nearby counter. Tina ducked and threw up her hand, halting the blades midair. Zoe was already moving. She pulled a heavy oxygen tank free from its restraints and hurtled it toward Tina. The tank smashed into her side and sent her crashing into a glass cabinet. Blood trickled from a cut on her brow, but Tina stood her ground. Her eyes burned with determination. TINA: Is that all you've got? Zoe's smile widened. Without warning, she closed the gap between them and pressed her fingers to Tina's temple. The world around Tina blurred as a horrific vision consumed her mind. It was her father stumbling backward on the dock, her own telekinetic outburst sending him into the dark waters below. TINA: No! That wasn't my fault! But the distraction was all Zoe needed. She seized a jagged shard of glass from the floor and drove it into Tina's abdomen. Tina gasped; her eyes wide in disbelief as her knees buckled. Zoe leaned in to make sure the glass was deeply lodged into Tina’s body. She whispered in Tina’s ear. ZOE: I killed when I was young, too. That's why you're going to Hell, sweetheart. She twisted the glass shard cruelly. ZOE: Enjoy the trip. Tina collapsed and the last few breaths escaped her body. HOST CHECK-IN Elvira lounged dramatically on her crimson velvet couch while Randy MEEKS paced nearby. He was simultaneously impressed and intimidated. RANDY: Yikes. That was brutal. And that last line? Cold as ice. Elvira sighed and shook her head. ELVIRA: Poor Tina. All that telekinetic power and she still couldn't outthink a sadistic scientist. Elvira waved her hand dismissively. ELVIRA: It makes me question if she was ever truly Final Girl material. I mean, taken out in a bonus match? Talk about catching a stray. RANDY: Hey, we wanted these bonus matches to be tough. ELVIRA: True. Elvira sat up; her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. ELVIRA: The next Final Girl better stay sharp, or we'll be sending another one home in a body bag. Randy nodded. RANDY: Speaking of which... with the first round finishing up, it's time to unveil our second bonus match. Elvira grinned wickedly. ELVIRA: Ooh, I love a surprise. Do tell. RANDY: Ladies and gentlemen, ghouls and goblins… Randy briefly looked over at Elvira with a wink. RANDY: Our next Final Girl is none other than Jamie Lloyd! Michael Myers's niece, survivor of multiple Haddonfield massacres. Brave, resilient, resourceful. The only reason she's not in the main tournament? Her age. Elvira smirked. ELVIRA: Not that the Powers That Be have any qualms about putting a kid in danger. RANDY: None at all. And the powers that be, in their infinite wisdom, found a challenge just her size, a face-off with everyone's favorite pint-sized psychopath, or maybe second favorite, Tiffany Valentine. ELVIRA: I adore Tiffany. But I must say my heart always sticks to the classics, and that includes Mr. Charles Lee Ray. RANDY: Tiffany, the on again off again love interest of slasher icon, Chucky, is certainly not lacking in the bloodlust department. ELVIRA: Their love is so toxic it would make a soap opera writer blush. Don’t be fooled by the plastic. Inside that is all woman.. And all killer. Jamie should be gravely concerned. Randy shrugged. RANDY: Jamie won't be intimidated. She's been through hell with her uncle and isn't afraid to get violent if she has to. ELVIRA: Well, let's see how this pint-sized brawl plays out. Enjoy the show, everyone. SPIRIT HALOWEEN STORE In a dimly lit dressing room, Jamie Lloyd stood quietly, her petite frame dwarfed by a rack of Halloween costumes. She scanned the options, a princess dress, a clown suit, a skeleton onesie. Her fingers hovered over the clown costume; a grim reminder of the outfit she'd worn the night her innocence was shattered. She picked a simple black outfit, practical, easy to move in. Her mind raced as she thought about the fight ahead. Meanwhile, outside the Spirit Halloween store, Chucky leaned casually against a brick wall with a wicked grin stretched across his face as he addressed Tiffany, who stood atop a wooden crate. CHUCKY: Look, Tiff, you take out Michael Myers's brat, and people are gonna start giving us the respect we deserve. No more "doll jokes." TIFFANY: You really think offing his niece will make that much of a splash? CHUCKY: Hell yeah! And if Mikey comes after us for revenge? Even better. Imagine if we could work our voodoo magic and take over his body. That's one durable meat suit. The idea seemed to light a fire in Tiffany. She smiled, baring her sharp plastic teeth, and lifted up her knife. She then laughed with malice in her heart. TIFFANY: Now that would be a glow-up. All right, I'm in. Let's carve up a Lloyd.

A mysterious man dressed in a black trench coat and top hat, posts up flyers around a small town inviting guests to new attraction one week before Halloween night. The night of the Haunted Asylum has arrived and a total line of 40 people arrive and are dared to walkthrough and have a scare. Inside of the abandoned insane asylum all 3 teams dwell to reel in the guests and claim them as victims. Giving the evil entities a gateway to possess humans has helped the man in black gain access to black sorcery. Throughout the Haunted Asylum the guests will most certainly be scared to death and may not make it to the end. Which team of evil spirits will claim the most of the group members being let in 4 at a time? The entire complex is a several hundred thousand total square feet. Each room and hallway will be filled with the guests most frightening nightmares.

Strange things had been happening to Rika Nonaka lately. Well, perhaps a more specific explanation was in order, after all strange things happened to Rika all the time, such was the life of a Digimon Tamer but the things that had been happening to her lately were strange even by her lax standards of normalcy. These things usually happened when she was angry. Glasses would shatter while no one was touching them for instance. Then, just recently there had been that run in with Ryo, who was being his usual annoying self then suddenly his hair had turned bright pink. That incident, while it had been hilarious had really woken Rika up that something just wasn't quite right with her. She took this about as well as one would expect. "I hate this! All I ever wanted was to be the best Digimon Tamer, sure that's not my dream anymore but I didn't sign on to be some sort of freak!" Rika was sitting curled up in her room crying after the latest bit of random destruction, the computer had fried itself after she got into a fight with her mother about her maybe trying another camera test. She was so sick of this; it was her that was doing these things; it had to be. There was no other common element. As she sobbed the glass windows on her sliding door shattered. That was it, at that moment Rika Nonaka had finally had enough. She wasn't scared anymore; she was angry to be certain, but it was a different kind of anger than what had been triggering whatever this was. This was a cold anger, not at any being but just at the situation itself. She wanted answers and she wanted them now. "Renamon." She called, trying to keep the coldness out of her voice. Her partner wasn't at fault for this, at least as far as she knew. She probably didn't succeed. The yellow fox Digimon shimmered into existence in front of her. Rika had no idea how she did that, none of the other Digimon seemed to have that ability. "Rika, what's the matter, there's glass all over the floor, were you attacked?" Renamon's protective instincts were obviously in overdrive. Rika looked up at her partner with red swollen eyes, Renamon was the only one she'd ever show such weakness to. "No. I wasn't attacked. There's something wrong with me. Don't tell me you haven't noticed the strange things that have been happening around me lately." Rika said. "Yes, I have noticed," Renamon said with a nod, "Ever since we got back from the Digital World inexplicable things have been happening around you. Perhaps it has something to do with our trip to the Digital World. You should call the others and see if they are experiencing similar things." "I've thought of that, but I'm afraid, Renamon. What if this isn't happening to them too? What if it's just me? I finally opened up enough to have friends… I don't want to lose them because of whatever this is." "They're your friends, Rika, they'll want to help you. All you need to do is call them." "You're right, I won't get any answers if I try to hide this I may as well just call them." Rika grabbed the phone and shakily dialed Henry's number; he was the most level-headed of their group and thus the most likely to take this situation, whatever it was, seriously. It rang twice before someone picked up. "Hello?" Thankfully it was Henry on the other side of the line. Rika took a deep breath before speaking. "Henry, it's Rika. I need you to get Takato and Ryo and meet me at the park, it's important." she said. "What's going on, Rika? You don't sound good, did a Digimon attack?" He seemed to have picked up on the slight panic in her voice. This was something entirely new to her and she needed answers. "No, a Digimon didn't attack, I don't know what's going on. It might have something to do with Digimon, I just don't know. Just meet me at the park with the others in half an hour," she said. "Rika, are you okay? I've never heard you this rattled before, and you want Ryo there? You hate Ryo," Henry said. "I don't know, but I only want to explain what's going on once, so just get Takato and Ryo and meet me at the park!" she snapped. "Alright, Rika, we'll be there." Henry said before hanging up. Rika hung up the phone and she and Renamon left to get to the park in time. Thankfully, it wasn't a long wait for the others once they got to the park, and they'd all brought their Digimon with them. Unfortunately, Ryo was missing and Kazu and Kenta were there instead. Oh, great the idiot twins are here, that's just what I need today," she mused. Takato was the first to approach her, the normally laid back gogglehead looked concerned. "What's going on, Rika, Henry said it sounded urgent." She ignored his question and turned to Henry. "Where's Ryo?" She asked. Henry shrugged. "He refused to come, something about pink hair,” Henry said. "Of course," she muttered. "So, what's going on?" Takato asked again. Rika took a ragged breath before beginning. "Strange things have been happening to me lately when I get angry. Windows shattering, computers exploding... turning Ryo's hair pink. It started shortly after we got back from the Digital World. What I want to know is if this has been happening to any of you?" The group was silent for a prolonged moment. What she was saying was crazy, she knew that, but they also knew that she wasn't the kind of person who would joke around about this sort of thing. The group exchanged silent looks. Finally, Takato spoke up. "No, Rika, this hasn't been happening to any of us." She'd been afraid of that. "I always knew you were weird, Rika, but this just takes the cake, you're nuttier than a fruit bat," Kazu said. "Kazu..." she growled. Kenta who was always the meeker of the pair of best friends shook Kazu slightly. "I don't know if you should be making fun of her right now, Kazu," he said. "Hey it's not my fault she's a freak-" Kazu said. "Kazu, shut up!" Rika roared. Kazu's sentence cut off but his mouth kept moving. "Kazu, why are you still mocking her?" Takato asked impatiently. Kazu flailed about frantically, making it clear that he actually couldn't speak. Takato's eyes widened, "Rika, did you do that?" Rika wanted to bolt. This had gone very badly, what would her friends think of her now? "Why to go, Rika, it's about time someone shut him up." Terriermon cheered. "Terriermon, now isn't the time for that." Henry chided, "Well, this is strange, I don't know what's going on with you, but maybe Mr. Shibumi would know, I can have my dad call him." The shock of all these events had distracted the group from a car pulling up. "That won't be necessary, I know what's wrong with Ms. Nonaka." A voice said. The children and Digimon turned toward the voice to find a blonde man wearing sunglasses. "Yamaki, you know what's going on with Rika?" Takato asked. "Yes, I do, I need her to come with me, her mother is waiting at Hypnos, everything will be explained there, but only she and Renamon can come," Yamaki said. "Alright, if you have the answers, I'll come with you because I'm sick of this," Rika said before getting in the car. Once they arrived at Hypnos Rika was quickly shuffled into a conference room where her mother was waiting with an elderly man wearing a plain black silk kimono with five kamon, or a family crest, on the chest, shoulders and back. Though she was no expert on kamon so she couldn't identify the symbol. It looked like a tree in a circle. What Rika did know was that this type of kimono was extremely formal. "Ah, Ms. Nonaka, you have finally arrived. I am Professor Hiroshima Tsuchimikado, and I have been most anxious to speak with you. Please, sit." He said with a smile. Something about this felt off to Rika, but she looked to her mother who nodded, so Rika pulled up a chair and sat at the table across from this Professor Tsuchimikado. "So, you're a professor? What exactly do you teach? I was told to come here to find answers to a problem I've been having," she said. Professor Tsuchimikado chuckled. "Ah, straight to the point, your mother told me you would be. She also told me about the strange things that have been happening around you, I'm here to answer all your questions. However, I would like to meet your Digimon first." "You know about Digimon?" Rika asked in shock. She supposed she shouldn't have been so shocked after the D-Reaper battle, but people had a habit of rationalizing away things that didn't fit into their world view. "Yes, I am aware of their existence though, I am one of few in my community that do." Rika nodded and Renamon appeared. "This is my Digimon, Renamon, Renamon this is Professor Tsuchimikado." "I's a pleasure to meet you," Renamon said with a bow. "Likewise, Renamon," Professor Tsuchimikado said, "A kitsune, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised." "What are you talking about?" Rika asked impatiently. "Tell me Ms. Nonaka, what do you know of onmyōji?" Rika just stared at him blankly. "I've never heard of onmyōji , sir," she said. "That doesn't surprise me, the onmyōji are ancient and our ways have been banned in the No-Maj world for two centuries now," the man mused. "No-Maj, what are you talking about?" Rika asked. "Ah yes I got ahead of myself. onmyōji are practitioners of Onmyōdō, you would call it a form of spellcasting. In short Ms. Nonaka you are an onmyōji, or in more common vernacular a witch, or at least have the potential to become one; you would need to be trained of course," Professor Tsuchimikado explained. "So, what you're saying is that I can use magic? Okay, but what does that do to you or thing strange things that have been happening to me?" She asked. "Well, when a potential onmyōji, comes into their powers they cannot control them. Strong emotions cause the magic to flare and, well things happen. We call this accidental magic. As for what it has to do with me, you asked what I was a professor of earlier. The truth is the I am the headmaster of a school called Mahoutokoro that trains potential onmyōji. I myself am descend form a long line of onmyōji, going all the way back to Seimei Abe himself." That last part made the man visibly puff up with pride, though it meant nothing to Rika. "So long story short you want me to attend your magic school. Fine, where to I sign up?" She asked. Professor Tsuchimikado blinked in surprise. "I must say you are taking this rather well, most No-Majborn potential onmyōji I talk to are a little more... disbelieving about magic existing," he said. "My best friend is a talking digital fox that a year ago I thought only existed in an anime and a card game, I've learned to take weird stuff in stride. Magic exists and I'm a witch, sure, why not? It's no stranger than Digimon being real." The old man chuckled again. "That is true I suppose." He said. "You mentioned a term before No-Maj, what does it mean?" Rika asked. "It's a term that we onmyōji picked up from the gaijin. It is American in origin; it's a name for people who aren't onmyōji. Even the onmyōji were affected by World War II. So American wizards helped us rebuild just like their No-Maj counterparts. As such there was a bit cultural exchange and the onmyōji adopted the American term for non-magic people. You are No-Majborn which mean both of your parents were No-Majs." "Okay, you didn't seem surprised when you saw that Renamon was a fox. Why was that?" Rika asked. "Renamon is what we a kitsune, or a fox spirit, a thing I'm sure you are quite familiar with from mythology. Kitsune are common companions and servants for onmyōji, we call such companions shikigami. I firmly believe that Renamon came to you to aid you in learning how to use your magic." "Alright, so when do I go to Mahoutokoro?" Rika asked. Professor Tsuchimikado shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "That's the thing, Ms. Nonaka, I'm afraid you are not allowed to enroll in Mahoutokoro," he said. "What? Just what kind of scam are you playing at, I thought you were here to help my daughter!" Rika's mother Rumiko broke her silence for the first time in this meeting and did so with a roar. "Please, don't misunderstand, normally Mahoutokoro would be happy to have Rika as a student however there are extenuating circumstances in this case. First of which is that she is what one might call a late bloomer. Normally, children show magic at very young ages. We normally start onmyōji training at age seven at Mahoutokoro. However Rika has only shown signs of magical potential very recently. If she were the daughter of onmyōji this wouldn't be so much of an issue as she would have the background knowledge needed. Being No-Majborn however..." "Give her the materials, she'll study hard before the start of term." Rumiko protested. "There is more to it than that I'm afraid. Rika's bursts of accidental magic have been obscenely powerful for reasons we have not yet been able to pinpoint, though we theorize that it might have something to do with her merging with Renamon during the D-Reaper battle. The truth is, we at Mahoutokoro are unsure if we would be able to contain her if things go awry," Professor Tsuchimikado explained. "There must be other magic schools I could go to," Rika said. "There are, actually I had one I had one in mind. Tell me Rika, how is your English?" Professor Tsuchimikado asked. "I'm proficient." She said curtly. "Good, the school I have in mind is called Hogwarts. It's in Scotland, and while is curriculum isn't quite up to the rigorous standards of Mahoutokoro it is headed by perhaps the greatest onmyōji, or wizard as the gaijin call them, of the age, Albus Dumbledore. Their Charms professor Fillus Flitwick is also a dueling champion, and several other members of its faculty have earned accolades. The reason I bring up Hogwarts is not only because of this, but also because it starts students at age eleven so you would be starting on an even playing field with the rest of the students." "It sounds good, I need to learn how to control my magic, I don't care how far I need to go," Rika said. "Good, I'll arrange a meeting with Professor Dumbledore so he can tell you about Hogwarts, I have no doubt that Hogwarts will accept you." Professor Tsuchimikado said, "Also you must not ell anyone about you being a potential onmyōji, not even your Tamer friends. The magical world is a secret, if word got out to the No-Majs it would cause chaos." "My friends and I were able to keep our Digimon a secret for moths I'm pretty sure they could handle not telling people about magic. I want to be able to tell them where I'm going." Rika said. "While I see your point Ms. Nonaka, that decision is above my paygrade. I'll see what I can do. For now, you are free to go, I will contact you when I get word back from Professor Dumbledore about when he wishes to meet you." It was two weeks later that the meeting with Dumbledore took place and once again Rika found herself being guided into a private conference room at Hypnos headquarters. Rika didn't think much of the man on first sight. For one thing he needed a razor, his beard was long enough to be tucked into his belt. Had wizards not invented shaving? Rika had learned long ago to not just judge a person, Digimon, or any kind of being on their appearance alone. So, she studied the seemingly benign old man more thoroughly and found that behind the aged exterior, crooked nose, and grandfatherly half-moon spectacles there was a definite power there that showed this man was not to be trifled with. That feeling power created quite the dissonance coming from what looked to be an old man in purple pajamas. "Ah, Ms. Nonaka, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. Tell me, is Renamon here with you?" Dumbledore asked. "You know about Digimon too? I didn't think that the knowledge that they were real had spread outside of Japan very much. Even here people still try to pretend as much as they can that the Digimon attacks and D-Reaper never happened," she said. Dumbledore gave her a disarming smile and she swore she saw his eyes twinkle. "Ah yes, I know about Digimon, as I'm sure Professor Tsuchimikado told you I am a rather influential person in the magical community. You may rest assured that their existence is not well known among my people. We tend to ignore developments in the Muggle, oh excuse me, I accidentally used the British term, No-Maj, world, for better or worse," Dumbledore said. "So, I wouldn't have to worry about Hogwarts students hounding me with questions about Digimon," Rika surmised. As she spoke the yellow fox shimmered into view beside her. "I am allowed to bring Renamon to Hogwarts right?" Dumbledore looked slightly uncomfortable and he seemed to conjure yellow candies out of nowhere. "Lemon drop?" He offered. "No, thank you." Rika said trying to keep up her politeness as best as she could, she could see that some sort of bad news was coming and she wasn't going to be mollified by candy. He offered some to Renamon as well who shook her head in silent refusal. The old wizard shrugged and popped a lemon drop into his mouth. He sucked on it for a few moments before speaking. "At this point we are unsure if Renamon would be able to step on to the Hogwarts grounds. Normally, a witch's familiar, or shikigami as you in Japan call them would be most welcome at our school. However Hogwarts has been in existence for roughly a thousand years and in that time it and its grounds have absorbed much ambient magic from years of student learning. Places of magical antiquity such as Hogwarts produce a phenomenon that interferes with No-Maj electronic devices. As Renamon is digital in nature this may have a detrimental effect on her." "So, you're saying I can't come with Rika to your school," Renamon said. To anyone else the Digimon's voice would've sounded completely even but Rika as her Tamer could detect the slightest edge to it. Renamon saw it as her mission in life to protect her. Frankly Rika wasn't to keen on being thousands of miles away from her best friend and partner for months at a time. "If Renamon can't come with me then I won't go. I'll take my chances with out of control magic," she said folding her arms. Dumbledore gave her another grandfatherly smile, most people would have found them soothing but Rika was starting to find them a bit annoying. "Your loyalty to your Digimon partner is admirable, worthy of any Hufflepuff. Though, given what I've been able to find out about you through various means I imagine that the Sorting Hat is going to have quite a time trying to place you." Rika quirked an eyebrow in confusion, that sentence had made absolutely n sense to her. Her obvious confusion made Dumbledore chuckle, but he just went on with what he was saying before. "That said, it's not impossible for Renamon to come to Hogwarts with you. This problem was foreseen. I have been in communication with Mr. Gorou Misuno, the man you know as Shibumi. We have been devising experiments to test the interaction of Digimon with magic and so far the results are promising to though we can reach no conclusions as of yet. Mr. Misuno theorizes that as sapient beings Digimon may be immune to the detrimental effects that electronics usually encounter in places like Hogwarts. If he's right then I suppose that just shows the power of the soul, but I can make no promises." "So you think I might be able to take Renamon with me. Good." Rika really couldn't care less about the science or philosophy of it as long as she had Renamon with her. "Yes, but I'm afraid that Renamon would have to stay hidden while at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "Why would that be? Didn't you say that your people were mostly ignorant of what happened in the non-magical world? Wouldn't they just think me some exotic magical creature?" Renamon asked. "You are very astute, Renamon, as I'm sure your Tamer is as well. Yes, I did say that the general magical community is ignorant of the existence of Digimon and we would like to keep it that way. There is no creature quite like a Digimon even in the magical world. People would be curious about you and eventually the fact that you are not a magical creature would be discovered and I'm afraid the results of that would be catastrophic." "Why, you live in a world with magic. Why would another form of life like a Digimon be so hard to accept?" Rika asked. "There are things even magic cannot do Ms. Nonaka Chief among these are things like resurrecting the dead and creating life. When the Monster Makers took on the Digimon project nearly two decades ago and succeeded in their goals they did something even magic could not. They created life from nothing. The knowledge that a group of young No-Majs with their computers did in less than two years what magic failed to do for centuries would shatter the worldview of wizardkind. Especially given the unfortunate prevalence of the attitude that No-Majs are a laughable backwards people." "I fail to see how Digimon shattering the perceptions of some idiots who don't know what they're talking about is my problem, or a bad thing for that matter," Rika said. "Societal collapse is no laughing matter, Ms. Nonaka and I fear that is where such a revelation would lead. So if you are going to attend Hogwarts I must impress upon you the seriousness of my request that you keep Renamon a secret while you are in the wizarding world." "So, does this mean I was accepted into Hogwarts?" Rika asked. "If you are interested." Dumbledore replied. Rika and Renamon shared a glance, they didn't need words to communicate and Rika wanted to be sure that her partner was alright with the condition set forth. After a brief moment Rika nodded. "I'll go to Hogwarts." Dumbledore smiled again and handed her a rather thick envelope. "This will detail all your need supplies for your time at Hogwarts this year as well as your ticket for the Hogwarts Express. Unfortunately, you will be unable to acquire the requisite textbooks in the nearest magical settlement in Kyoto so we will have to arrange a time for you to be brought to Diagon Alley in London. As such I suggest you hold off on your shopping until then so as to get get it all done at once." "Thank you." Rika said. "It's my pleasure, it always warms my heart to welcome a new Hogwarts student Ms. Nonaka. As a present from me I would like you to have this, it's from my personal collection and may help you find it easier to acclimate into Hogwarts." He pulled out a well-worn book and handed to Rika. The title read Hogwarts: A History. It was September 1, and Rika was sitting in a compartment at the back of the Hogwarts Express. She and her mother had spent two weeks in the United Kingdom prior to this getting her acclimated to the time zone change. Renamon was standing next to Rika, invisible, as per the request to keep her Digimon partner secret that Dumbledore had given her. Rika wished that didn't have to be the case, but, unfortunately they weren't alone in this compartment; at least the trip to Diagon Alley to get Rika's school supplies had shown that Renamon would be fine in magic rich enviornments. A boy with messy black hair and glasses was also sitting in here. Rika thought she'd heard whispers saying he was the Harry Potter she'd heard about at the Leaky Cauldron, but she still had no idea what that meant, nor did she care. He didn't look like much. When a red-haired boy with what looked like a speck of dirt on his nose entered the compartment Rika pointedly put on her headphones and turned on her CD player, not wanting to interact with either of them. Plus, she wanted to enjoy her music while she still could, from what she'd read, the player wouldn't work at Hogwarts They, blessedly, got the message for the most part. They did interrupt to offer her some of the sweets Harry had bought from an old lady who was selling them from a cart. Rika declined as politely as she could manage, her stomach was still adjusting to Western food, she didn't want to know what magical sweets would do to her. For a time, she just sat there twirling her wand in her lap. It was nine inches long wade of willow and had a dragon heartstring as its core. She wasn't sure how a piece of wood was going to help her control her magic, but that was what she was going to Hogwarts to learn. A round-faced boy poked his head in to the compartment asking if they'd seen a toad. None of them had. The conversation prompted the red-haired boy to pull out a rather shabby and pathetic looking fat rat. Renamon appeared only to Rika. “Rika, there's something strange about that rat.” Rika shrugged, for all she knew it was just some kind of magic rat. The rd-haired boy pulled out his wand and looked like he was about to cast a spell on the rat, which caught Rika's attention. It was just then that a bushy haired girl with buck teeth poked her head in. “Have you seen a toad, a boy named Nevelle's lost one.” “We already told him we haven't seen it,” the red-haired boy said. “Are you about to do a spell? Let's see it then.” “Sunshine, daises, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!” the red-haired boy said, waving his wand. Nothing happened and Rika did he best to tune them out again. She did catch their names. The girl was Hermione Granger, the red-haired boy was Ron Weasley, and the black-haired boy was the mysterious Harry Potter. There was some talk about which houses they would be in, that was something Rika had read about in Hogwarts: A History, but she hadn't put much thought into which one she wanted to be in. There was yet another interruption when a blond boy flanked by what looked to be two neanderthals walked in, the boy introduced himself as Draco Malfoy which was just about the worst name she'd ever heard. They started talking to Harry and Ron and it looked like things were going to get heated when Malfoy noticed her and snatched her headphones right off her ears. “Muggle device, you must be a Mudblood.” The sounds of the Japanese music she was listening to filled the cabin. “Stupid Muggles can't even talk right.” He threw the headphones to floor and stomped on them. They shattered a and the music stopped. Rika's eyes turned to ice, “It was Japanese you uncultured moron. I'm from Japan, and you're going to pay for that.” “Like I would pay for your stupid Muggle gadget,” Malfoy said with a derisive laugh. “Who said anything about money?” Rika delivered swift kick to Malfoy's most sensitive area with her steel-toed sneaker. Malfoy stumbled backwards grabbing his family jewels, knocking over his two bodyguards as they rushed out of the cabin. Shortly thereafter Rika had to change into her Hogwarts robes as they were due to arrive. Then after a boat ride to the castle she was brought into the Great Hall with the rest of the first years. The Great Hall, she had to admit was impressive, with floating candles, and ceiling charmed to looked like the sky outside, it was certainly atmospheric. The first year students were lined up in front of stool with a ratty old wizard's hat on it and much to Rika's surprise the hat began to sing: Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folks use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!" Okay, that was impressive magic. They'd created an intelligent hat that could read minds. Hadn't Dumbledore said that magic couldn't create life? Maybe the hat wasn't truly sentient and thus didn't count as life. Questions for later. One by one new students put the hat on and were sorted into their houses. Rika idly wondered if wizards had never heard of head lice, as this system was begging for an outbreak. Eventually, it was her turn. As soon as the hat hit her head she heard its voice in her mind. “Hmm... a difficult one. You've certainly shown plenty of bravery in your life, especially over the last year. However, your thirst to be the best hasn't been quenched. Not a bad mind either...” The hat went on like this for five minutes before eventually calling out “SLYTHERIN!” Rika kept her head down as best as she could throughout the Halloween feast. She didn't see what the big deal about this holiday was that they needed to have a feast on par with the start of term feast, but then Halloween wasn't something that was celebrated in Japan. That wasn't the reason she was keeping her head down, though. Sorted into Slytherin or not she didn't feel she belonged there. She'd quickly found out that No-Majborn Slytherins were exceedingly rare, and that it tended to be the house of those who felt their “pure” wizarding blood. Malfoy had made sure to poison the house against her, and she wasn't sure how much of that was because her parents weren't magical and how much of it was because of that kick she gave him. She supposed it didn't matter. It figured that she would pick a fight with the scion of an influential family without realizing it. Now everyon in Slytherin called her “Rika the Freaka”, not exactly clever, but it got the message across, She hadn't felt this alone since she met Takato and the others. She needed to blow off some steam badly, but she didn't really have any way to do that. The boring Hogwarts homework certainly didn't help. Suddenly, Professor Quirrel, the Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher burst through the door. “Troll in the dungeons! Just thought you ought to know.” A Troll, that sounded dangerous. Rika smirked. Maybe she could let off some steam after all. She pulled out her Digivice, relaying the message to Renamon who quickly scoured the dungeons, but found nothing out of the ordinary. So, it wasn't in the dungeons, which meant it was probably somewhere here on the first floor. She told Renamon to meet her outside the Great Hall. Dumbledore ordered everyone back to their dormitories, but Rika peeled off from the other Slytherins as quickly as he could, meeting up with Renamon and throwing off her robes to reveal her street clothes as they went to look for the troll. It didn't take long to find it, as it was inside the girl's bathroom. Honestly it was hard to miss the twelve-foot-tall monstrosity. “You're one ugly monster, aren't you?” Rika said. She could hear someone crying inside. What Hermione. Rika had ended up studing in the library with her a lot as it seemed they had both been shunned by their own houses. The troll swung at Hermione with its club and Renamon intercepted the blow. The troll put more force into it causing Renamon's arms to bend. Rika pulled a card ot of the deck holder on her belt and swiped it through her Digivice. “Card Slash: Strength Activate!” With her new strength Renamon was able to push the club back and send the troll stumbling. Now the real battle was on.

To be gifted an eternal spot in the depths of hell by a brood of powerful demon lords, both teams must try to completely finish off the other side. Anything goes and all characters are at full power. Takes place on Halloween of all possible nights. All share one particular similarity. They are powerful demonic forces of some sort. 🎃

MST3K Seasons 5-6 Intro Mike: Hello, everybody! Welcome to the Satellite of Love! As you can tell, since I’ve traded my jumpsuit for a Luigi onesie, it’s Halloween time once again! And me and the Bots have been working all week on our costumes. Tom Servo: All week? You just threw on a pair of overalls and drew a mustache on your face! Mike: Well, I’ve been thinking about it all week! And I gotta love that crown and robe, Tom! Who are you supposed to be? King Arthur? Tom Servo: Actually, I’m Charlamagne! Crow: Cool! I love the Breakfast Club! Tom Servo: Not Charlamagne Da God! Emperor Charlamagne! The 8th century ruler of France! The First of the Holy Roman Emperors! Crow: … Does he have Jess Hilarious’ number? Mike: Crow! Gypsy: Isn’t anyone going to ask me about my costume? Mike: Err, it’s very nice, Gypsy. But what’s with all the green fringe? Gypsy: I’m supposed to be a Chia Pet! Mike: Oh. Right. Crow: And of course, here’s the winner of our costume contest! Mike: This wasn’t a contest, Crow. It was just for fun. Crow: And the winner of our costume contest if it was actually a contest is obviously me. Taking inspiration from a movie that I’m sure the Mads never will be sending us, I’ve decided to dress up as Arthur Fleck from “Joker: Foil and Ducks.” Tom Servo: That’s Folie a Deux, Crow. Crow: Oh, excuse me. Did your pal Charles the Mangy teach you that? Anyway, since that movie is supposed to be a musical, I’ve written my own ballad to kick off the show. So, ahem. Me me me me! Mike: Err, oh! Look! We’re getting a signal from Deep 13! The Mads must want to talk to us! TV’s Frank: Hey, Mike. Dr. Forrester isn’t here right at the moment. He’s running a little late. Traffic is really messing up the commute to Deep 13. So, I thought maybe we could talk for a bit. So, um how are you doing? Mike: Well, Frank, apart from being trapped against my will in a satellite in a geosynchronous orbit around the Earth, I don’t really have any complaints. How about you, fellas? Tom Servo: Yeah, could you send us up some Windex? You won’t believe how dirty the windows get up here! Gypsy: Or a faster processor for the main computer! Crow: Or Megan Fox’s phone number! Dr. Forrester: FRANK! TV’s Frank: Uh oh! Er, yes, Dr. Forrester? Dr. Forrester: Didn’t I tell you not to talk to test subjects without my permission? TV’s Frank: I just thought we could mix it up today. You know, variety/spice of life kind of thing? Dr. Forrester: Oh, spice of life? Do I look like Mel B do you? Shut up and get the… experiment. TV’s Frank: Yeah, right, doc. Dr. Forrester: Mike? Your experiment tonight is a very special treat for you. It is the result of another of my astonishingly brilliant inventions: The Forrester Cinematic Instamatic Combiner! Now I am able to take 2 pieces of fetid film filth and join them together to bombard your minds with twice the brain numbing schlock at the same time! Crow: Wait! Two movies?! Tom Servo: The fiends! Mike: Dr. Forrester, you can’t be serious! Why would you do such a thing? Dr. Forrester: What do you want from me? I’M EVIL! BWAHAHAHAHA! Ahem. Anyway, the two movies I have smashed together are none other than “Killer Klowns from Outer Space” and “Plan 9 from Outer Space”! A small town is invaded by Klowns hungry for blood and zombie raising aliens looking to conquer the world! The resulting alleged movie I have decided to call: “Plan Klowns from Outer Space”! TV’s Frank: Er, Dr. Forrester, wouldn’t it be better if you called it “Killer 9 from Outer Space”? Dr. Forrester: And just how would that be better, Frank? TV’s Frank: I don’t know. I just thought it sounded more metal, don’t you think? Like, “Whoa, man, the Killer 9 really rocked at Lollapalooza this year, man!” You know? Dr. Forrester: Will you shut up and just send the movie already?! TV’s Frank: Okay, fine. Dr. Forrester: Call it whatever you want, Mike Nelson. I’ll just call it your doom! Er, why are you wearing that Luigi onesie? Crow: Hey! That’s his costume! Tom Servo: Yeah, he thought long and hard for a good 3 minutes to put that together. Mike: Thanks, fellas! Hey! Wait a minute! KLAXON! Mike/Bots: Whoa! We got a movie sign! OK: The Klowns and the Aliens have all the technology they have in their original movies. Both their ships land in a small-town cemetery. Whichever side destroys the other and takes over the town wins. Game On, and Happy Halloween!

Yamcha Takes On The Database Tie-In Puar flitted nervously through the fog-drenched streets, his tiny paws tapping against the pavement, ears twitching at every faint sound. There were so many trick-or-treaters just moments ago, now he could barely make out anything more than a few feet ahead of him. The usual Halloween cheer was gone, replaced by an eerie silence. Things had gone from bad to worse since he'd been separated from Yamcha and Jennifer after that creepy masked guy showed up. “Yamcha? Jennifer?” he called, his voice small and hopeful, but the heavy mist swallowed his words. With a sigh, he hovered down a narrow alley, hoping it would lead him back to the main street. The fog shifted around him, making the world feel cold, quiet and scary. Wait... was that? *faint laughter in the distance* Puar froze as a small figure emerged slowly from the fog at the end of the alley. The figure looked like a child, small and round, with a burlap sack over his head and dressed in orange, pajama-like clothing. He clutched a lollipop in the shape of a pumpkin, though it had been gnawed down to a sharp, jagged edge. “Oh!” Puar’s eyes widened with relief, his voice shaking just a bit. Honestly, it was nice to finally find someone, even if it was a trick-or-treater. “Hey there! You wouldn’t happen to know where the main street is, would you? I’m looking for my friend—he’s tall, dark hair, dressed like a bandit?” The figure tilted his head, as if pondering Puar’s words, then began walking toward him, the fog consuming the sound of his steps. Puar gave a small, awkward chuckle, noticing the rough, patchwork mask and the sharp lollipop. Something felt off about this whole thing. “Um… cool costume!” he said, taking a few hesitant steps backward. “It’s... pretty spooky. Are you, um, with your parents? Maybe they could-” The figure paused, then raised his jagged lollipop slowly, tilting it in Puar’s direction as he took another step forward. Puar’s ears flattened, a nervous laugh escaping him as he drifted back a little faster. “Alright, little guy, let’s not get too close...” But the small figure suddenly lunged, his small form moving with an unexpected speed, the sharp edge of the lollipop gleaming faintly as he swung it toward Puar. Puar leapt, floating into the air and avoided the first strike. The lollipop left a slash mark on the pavement. "This child is trying to kill me!" Puar thought. "I hate Halloween, now!" The figure turned it's ragged head toward Puar, brandishing his makeshift weapon. A clear challenge. "I'm not a fighter, like Yamcha, but... if you keep making trouble, then I have no choice!" Puar shouted back, ready to shapeshift and fight for his life.

“A vampire? You actually believe my ballerina classmate is a vampire?” “I told you it was a fucking mistake to tell her Danny!” “Billy shut the hell up already!” Allyson McGrady pinched her nose and sighed as she watched the twin brothers pace around her room, arguing about vampires and whether telling a girl about them was a good idea. “She hangs out with that vamp slut all the damn time! For all we know she could have been turned already!” Billy Newsome argued. “Don’t be a fucking dumbass! I took a picture of her before we came in and everyone knows vampires don’t show up in pictures!” Danny berated his twin. “Wow you guys picked up some new words since you turned 13. You do know swearing doesn’t make you sound older or cooler right?” Ally interjected the brother’s powwow. “Look Ally just level with me for a second: how long have you known Billy and I?” Danny asked her. “Since we were in kindergarten. The ‘perks’ of our parents being old friends,” Ally sarcastically answered. “Exactly! So you know I’m not the type of guy to lie or make shit like that up. You know I’m better than that,” Danny Newsome appealed to her. “Danny I’m not calling you a liar, I’m just saying I’ve known Abigail for a while too and I really don’t think she’s a vampire,” Ally shook her head in exhaustion. “Hey M3gan, by any chance are vampires real?” On the other side of the room, a humanoid doll like figure had been watching the 3 children argue about with cold, mechanical eyes. But upon being asked a question the artificial toy sprung to life in a sudden jerk. “A vampire is mythical creature from European folklore, said to be undead being that feeds on the blood of human beings. The vampire is generally considered to be nothing more than myth and superstition, with no hard evidence to suggest any such creature has ever existed,” M3gan surmised. “Jesus that thing is creepy,” Billy shuddered at the M3gan android before addressing Ally again. “But come on, obviously your toy is gonna say that! The government has already covered up Roswell and the JFK assassination, so obviously they wouldn’t want the sheeple to know about vampires either!” “Billy you seriously need to lay off of Reddit and X. Now do you two have any actual proof that Abigail is a vampire?” Ally asked. “Have you ever seen her outside during the day?” Billy demanded from her. “No, she takes the night classes like me and the other girls. That’s not a crime,” Ally dismissed him. “Have you noticed that she never seems to get hurt or cut herself?” Billy pressed. “She’s careful. That doesn’t make her a monster,” Ally insisted. “How come she never eats anything with garlic?” Billy brought up what he assumed to be his trump card. “She has eaten garlic actually. Last week Mrs. Aguilar gave us a pizza party and I saw Abigail eat several slices,” Ally deadpanned. “Okay but what about this then?” Danny showed Ally an article he pulled up on his phone. “Her father is Kristof Lazaar, a powerful crime lord who has only avoided conviction because anyone who would testify against him end up violently murdered, with some cops saying the bodies were torn to pieces!” “None of those murders were ever attributed to Kristof Lazaar. Nor has any proof of criminal malpractice been documented. In the eyes of the law, Kristof Lazaar is a legitimate businessman and your accusations nothing more than libel slander,” M3gan’s monotone voice corrected Danny. “Ally shut your creepy doll up before I break it,” an increasingly agitated Billy threatened. “It’s not her fault you and Danny are sounding crazier by the minute,” Ally smirked even as Billy’s face darkened even more. “So you really think this is all one big coincidence?” A frustrated Danny tried one last time. “Her only coming out at night, never getting hurt, her Dad’s enemies all being killed! You really see nothing suspicious about all those things?” “It is very common for humans to look for connections and conspiracies that are not there. It is especially prevalent in young men of low social standing, limited self-confidence, and weak intellect,” M3gan impassively said. “That’s it! I’ve had it with that fucking sexbots mouth!” Billy growled and shoved M3gan against the wall. “Billy! Get off of her!” Ally yelled at him. “You think you’re so smart robo-bitch? Let’s see how smart you are after I smashed your fucking head in with a hammer!” Billy sneered in M3gan’s face, who merely stared back at him with cold indifference. “I said let go of her!” Ally slapped Billy across the face, forcing him away from M3gan. “Hey Billy enough man! Let’s just go alright?” Danny quickly grabbed onto his brother before anything else can happen. “Fuck you Ally! And fuck your robot slut too! You better not tell anyone what we said or you’re fucking done! You hear me?” Billy roared in anger, not thinking. “Billy stop talking! Let’s get out of here,” Danny finally managed to drag his brother out of Ally’s room. “Are you alright Ally? Your trembling?” M3gan asked, taking Ally’s hands in her own. “Yeah I’m fine, I’m just really pissed right now. Let’s just go to bed,” Ally sighed as she turned off the lights and got into bed. “Has Billy ever threatened you before?” M3gan asked her charge. “Only when I embarrass him. You know one time in 1st grade he pushed me off the jungle gym because I beat him in a race. Had to wear a cast on my wrist for a month,” Ally laughed at the memory. “Did he now?” M3gan’s robotic eyelids narrowed. “Yeah but it’s fine, he’ll get over it. Danny will guilt him into apologizing and things will be back to normal again,” Ally pulled her covers to her chin and started dozing off. “Abigail a vampire? Can you believe those guys?” “A very improbable conclusion Ally,” M3gan concurred, eyes unblinking as she watched Ally drift to sleep. “But not 100% impossible.” ************************************ “And so as we gather here today to mourn the tragic loss of young Billy Newsome, we ask the Allmighty to guide his soul to eternal rest and to watch over the young boy’s family during this tragic time. Amen.” It was a dark, cloudy day at the cemetery this late afternoon, the sun’s rays completely blocked by the dark clouds hanging overhead. A fitting mood for such a sad gathering. “Danny?” A remorseful Ally approached her friend, whose red eyes gave away that he had been crying. “I’m so sorry about Billy.” Danny said nothing, but did accept a hug from his old friend. Taking at least some comfort from the act. “Hey Ally! How have you been?” “Oh Abigail? What are you doing here?” Ally was confused at the other ballerina’s presence at the funeral. “I heard about it on the news, I figured I’d come out here to pay my respects,” Abigail cheerfully explained. “Your Danny right? So sorry to hear about poor Billy. The news lady said it was a pretty violent murder.” “What did you say?” Danny’s face turned white as he realized who was in front of him. “Ally told me lots of stories about you guys. The fun times on the playground, the sleepovers at her house, the stories about vampire ballerinas,” Abigail’s cheerful demeanor cracked slightly at that last sentence. “Abigail!” Allyson exclaimed in shock. “Oh don’t worry Ally, I’m not mad. You were just kidding about all that, weren’t you Danny?” The seemingly innocent little girl glared daggers at the grieving boy. “I-I-I-“ Danny Newsome was too scared to speak. “Glad to hear it! Oh look at the time, I’m afraid I must be off! See you at tomorrow’s class Ally,” Abigail daintily waved before skipping away. “You told her?” Danny turned to Allyson in an accusatory tone. “It just slipped out! I didn’t mean to!” Ally tried to explain. “You told her and then my brother turned up dead!” Danny’s expressions got more and more angry. “Danny please I didn’t know this would happen! It was a mistake!” Ally pleaded with her friend. “Don’t ever talk to me again. Ever!” Danny Newsome brushed Ally off and stormed away. “Danny I’m sorry,” Allyson McGrady could only whisper. ************************************ “Ally I feel I should mention that breaking and entering is a felony offense that punishable with jail time,” M3gan informed her friend as they stood outside Abigail’s house. “My Find My app says Danny’s in there M3gan and it’s my fault this is happening! I have to stop him before something worst happens!” Allyson insisted as she made her towards the door. “Ally I highly recommend that we call the police and go home,” M3gan insisted. “There’s no time! Just stay out here and keep guard!” Ally told the android, missing the brief flash of anger that crossed the robot’s face. “Abigail! It’s me Ally! Open up!” Ally knocked on the door insistently, and to her surprise the door pushed itself open. Slightly unnerved, Allyson McGrady cautiously entered through the door, finding herself in a dark, empty living room with no sign of anyone in it. “Hello? Is anyone home? Abigail? Danny?” The fearful little girl made her way through the dark and scary house, looking for either of her friends. She was unable to find the light switches and so was forced to use the flashlight app on her phone to navigate. “Danny? Abigail? Anyone?” A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the dark room, before returning it to pitch black. As Ally entered another dark hallway she heard a noise that made her heart drop into her stomach. It was similar to a wet, slurping sound, like someone slurping out of a spent juice box but more messily. Like the juice was overflowing through the straw! “Danny? Abigail? Oh God!” The light of her flashlight reflected off of Abigail’s eyes. The rest of her friend’s face was covered in blood as she crouched above a still body, a body she realized with horror was in fact Danny! “Oh Ally, I really wish you hadn’t seen this,” Abigail sighed as she stood, wiping her face as she approached her classmate. “Oh my god! Danny was right! You are a vampire!” Allyson McGrady dropped her phone in shock, back pressed against the closest wall. “For the record, the little brat came at me with a stake. So I chalk that up as self-defense,” Abigail smirked, her sharp teeth showing prominently. “And what about Billy? Did you kill him when you realized he was onto you?” Ally accused her. “Billy? You really think I’d waste my time on that weirdo? Give me a break,” Abigail snickered to herself. “Yeah? And why the hell should I believe you?” Allyson demanded, quite boldly given her situation. “Ally, what possible reason would I have to lie at this point? I’ve killed a shit load of people over the last centuries but I did not kill that Billy kid,” Abigail told her with no hint of deception. “But-but if it wasn’t you, then who?” 🎶Wanna hang out now? 🎶Yeah it sounds like fun! Both the vampire and child’s attention were drawn to the end of the hallway, as another figure made it’s way towards them, it’s cybernetic face showing no emotion, only cold determination to obey it’s primary function. 🎶It’s nice to have a friend! “M3gan?” Ally could barely ask. “Don’t worry Ally. I was programmed to protect you from all physical and emotional harm. And I will go to any lengths to achieve that objective.” The android told her. 🎶(Oooohhhh) 🎶It’s nice to have a friend! “Ahahahaha! You humans and your need to create things that’ll eventually destroy you!” Abigail cackled with laughter. “Go wait outside Ally, this won’t take long,” M3gan told her charge before walking past her to confront the vampire. 🎶It’s nice to have a friend! “Stupid machine! Do you even know what I am?” Abigail’s eyes and mouth took on a far more frightening appearance. “I’ve been doing this shit for centuries! I’ve eaten more meat sacks than you’ve ever fucking seen!” “And I’ve downloaded over a thousand articles on how to kill vampires into my memory banks,” M3gan’s monotoned as she pulled out a freshly sharpened stake. “Now, let’s play.” ************************************ Happy Halloween everyone! Hope everyone is enjoying the spookiest time of the year! So we got a vampire little girl vs a terminator little girl. Who wins?

On a particularly cloudy October day, Wednesday Addams and her brother, Pugsley, made their way up the winding path to Whipstaff Manor. Stories of the Manor and the ghosts that resided there had drawn the Addams siblings away from their estate in search of amusement. Wednesday outfitted in her usual black dress had a quick pace with a cold and unmoved expression. Pugsley waddled beside her with his usual goofy grin. He carried a small bag filled with random tools and contraptions he thought might come in handy, just in case ghosts they hoped to encounter needed dismembering, or even perhaps entertaining. "I heard no one's ever been able to get rid of the ghosts here," Pugsley said with glee. "It’s going to be amazing!" "Yes, well," Wednesday replied. "there’s a fine line between 'amazing' and 'pathetically disappointing.' And if this turns out to be one of those overrated, small-town haunted house stories, we’ll have wasted a perfectly good opportunity to make you suffer." Pugsley’s face drooped. "You think we wasted our time coming out here?" Wednesday shot him a sidelong glance. "I am not sure. But, if this house is haunted, I promise to make sure you can’t escape whatever evil awaits us. You’ll endure every trap, every trick, every torturous haunt they throw our way." Pugsley brightened immediately. "Really?" "Really," she replied solemnly. "A good sister must always ensure her brother’s suffering and possible demise." Reassured, Pugsley picked up his pace, and soon the two children stood at the gates of Whipstaff Manor. The house loomed in front of them. It had been clearly abandoned and the foreboding aura was enticing. Wednesday and Pugsley entered with contrasting expectations. "I like it," Pugsley noted as he looked around. "It could use more cobwebs, though. And maybe a few more gravestones in the yard." Wednesday arched an eyebrow. "How typical of the living to fall short of perfection." And then, with a whoosh and a cackle, three ghostly figures materialized in front of them. "BOO!" shouted Fatso, a rotund spirit. He zoomed toward the children with a gaping mouth full of jagged teeth. Beside him another ghost, Stretch, twisted his ectoplasmic form into a spiral "Get out before we scare ya silly!" he threatened. "You don’t wanna mess with us, kiddos," warned a third ghost, Stinkie. He then blew a putrid cloud of green mist in their direction. "We’re the baddest ghosts in town!" Pugsley grinned, delighted by their greeting. "This is awesome!" Wednesday folded her arms across her chest, her face impassive. "This is what we trekked all this way for? You present yourselves as the afterlife's equivalent of door-to-door salesmen." The Ghostly Trio paused. Their spectral faces scrunched in confusion. They were used to shrieks of terror, not detached sarcasm. "You’re supposed to be scared!" Stretch declared Pugsley chuckled. "You guys are funny. Do the thing again where you stretch and twist your body!" "Funny?" Fatso huffed. "We’re terrifying! Right, Stinkie?" Stinkie nodded earnestly and unleashed another revolting cloud of gas. "How ‘bout this for terrifying?" Wednesday sniffed the air with mild disdain. "You smell like week-old roadkill that had the misfortune of being eaten by a possum. If you’re aiming to be terrifying, lean more into existential dread. A brief reflection on the futility of life would go even further." Fatso scratched his translucent head. "Existential... what?" "You’re doing it wrong," Wednesday continued. "Try silence. Make your victims feel truly alone before you reveal yourselves. And when you finally do, speak in whispers.” Stretch blinked. "Who are you?... Wait a minute you look kinda familiar." "Her? You think so." Fatso floated closer to Wednesday. "Have we haunted you before?" Realization struck Stinkie. “She looks like the girl that used to live here” “That’s right. It’s the doc’s kid, what’s her name again? Kitty? Fluffy?” Stretch wondered. “My name is Wednesday Addams. You’ll address me as such,” Wednesday said cooly. “Wednesday Addams? That can’t be right. Never heard of that name,” stated Fatso. “Let’s bring Casper here. He can probably clear this up.” Stretch cupped his hands to his ghostly mouth. "HEY, BALDY! GET IN HERE!" In a moment, a soft glow entered the room, and Casper floated in. "What’s going on—" He stopped abruptly when he saw Wednesday, his eyes widened. "Kat?" "My name is not Kat," Wednesday said flatly. Casper floated closer, his expression a mix of disbelief and excitement. “Where did you go? Why did you leave without saying goodbye?" "I’ve never been here before," Wednesday replied. "And I never say goodbye." “But… but you look just like her,” Casper insisted. “Do you not remember me? Casper?” He floated a way and returned with a picture of one of the previous residents of the house, Kathleen Harvey, also known as Kat, the resemblance was striking. Wednesday furrowed her brow. “I could see where you might be confused, but…” Casper wanted to believe so badly this was his long lost friend. “But… maybe you are Kat. Reincarnation, maybe?” Pugsley perked up. "Maybe Mom and Dad kidnapped Kat and brainwashed her into thinking she’s Wednesday so I could have a sister!" Wednesday gave a small, approving nod to her brother. "It’s not the most implausible theory. But I have too many specific memories that suggest otherwise." Casper floated back and forth trying to think of a way to convince her. "Well... maybe we could hang out for a while? You know, just to see." "I don't hang out," Wednesday answered curtly. "If you want to spend time with me, we can brainstorm ways to torment Pugsley. He’s very durable." Pugsley beamed with pride. Casper looked dismayed. "I was thinking... more friendly stuff? Like, we could sled down the stairs, or dance, or make pancakes." Wednesday regarded him with a little disdain. “Those activities sound like they could bore me into an early grave.” “Well, what are other things you like to do?” asked Casper. "We could think of ways to torture the three stooges over there," Wednesday suggested. She gestured toward the Ghostly Trio. "Something tells me you would enjoy that.." Fatso gasped. "The nerve!" Casper waved his hands frantically. "No! No torturing!” “No torturing, no scarring, no promise of impending doom, what a lackluster idea this turned out to be.” Wednesday motioned for her brother. “Pugsley, we’re leaving.” Wednesday and Pugsley turned to leave and Casper panicked. He was as attracted to this sullen, gothic version of Kat as much as he was when he first saw her on the television years ago, and he was certain that Kat was in there somewhere. He just needed to bring her out. “Hold on!” He blurted out. “Let’s try something different... a challenge of sorts” Wednesday arched an eyebrow. “A challenge? Curious.” Casper nodded. “ Yeah. How about we split the day? We’ll do some things you want, and some things I want. We can explore each other's worlds. And by the end of it, maybe you’ll see that being friendly isn’t so bad. Or perhaps… " A glimmer of amusement flickered in Wednesday’s eyes. "Or perhaps I’ll succeed in corrupting you into a proper accomplice. A ghost partner would be useful." Pugsley clapped his hands. "This could turn out to be the best day ever!" Wednesday smirked, her gaze shifted back to Casper. "Very well. I’ll play your game, Casper. But don’t get too comfortable. By the time we’re done, I will make a proper ghost out of you." Casper laughed nervously. "I, uh, can’t wait." And so began an unusual competition, half the day spent in friendly pursuits, half spent devising increasingly macabre ways to torment Pugsley and the Ghostly Trio. Whether Casper could awaken the kindness within Wednesday, or whether she’d pull him deeper into her morbid world, remained to be seen.

Yamcha Takes On The Database Tie-In Jennifer walked alone down the dim lit road, her heels clicking against the pavement. The empty streets were strange—usually the Fiction End was a busy neighborhood, especially on Halloween night. Now with each step she took, the quiet only grew, the city fading into an unsettling silence as the streetlights blinked out one by one. “Yamcha?” she called, her voice echoing. “Puar? This isn’t funny, you know!” The only response was her own voice bouncing back from the darkened buildings around her. Jennifer clenched her fists, her vampire nails digging into her palms. “I swear, this was supposed to be my night. He was going to be my Halloween treat,” she muttered, lips curling into a disappointed pout. “He would’ve been perfect.” She continued forward, feeling the chill creeping in as the shadows grew around her. All the little touches she’d planned—the look of sweet terror on Yamcha’s face, his handsome heroics gone to waste. The anticipation of that rush, that satisfying hunger when the lights would go out and he’d— A scuff sounded from behind her, cutting her thoughts short. Jennifer whipped her head around, eyes narrowing as she strained to see through the darkness. She wasn’t alone. “Yamcha?” she called, a hint of flirtation in her tone. “Finally decided to come back, huh?” The figure emerged slowly, revealing himself under a single flickering streetlamp. This wasn’t Yamcha. Standing before her was another Michael Myers, though different from the man Yamcha had encountered. He was taller, broader, his face masked with a rougher, more worn version of that bone-white mask. This Myers felt more... raw. Jennifer tilted her head, feeling a mix of fascination and irritation. “A little cliché' don't you think?” She folded her arms. “Attacking a lone woman on Halloween Night?" Michael tilted his head, an eerie mirror of her own gesture, and raised his knife in a slow, menacing way. “Oh, you think you’re going to scare me?” Jennifer’s grin widened, a showing a hint of her dangerous eyes. “Guess again, big boy. I play rough.” She took a step back, slipping deeper into the shadows. Her demonic form stirred beneath her skin, clawing its way to the surface, ready to unleash the full extent of her power on this unstoppable force. It would be bad if Yamcha or Puar were to show up now, seeing her in true form like this. She'd lose out on prey, but she supposed taking a bite out of this horror icon would plenty filling for the night. “Come on, then,” she whispered, a wicked smile on her lips as she beckoned him closer with a single index finger. “Show me that big knife of yours.” With a sudden burst of speed, Myers lunged forward, his knife slicing through the darkness toward her, aiming for a brutal kill. Jennifer’s body reacted in a blurred motion; she twisted effortlessly out of his reach, a mocking laugh escaping her as she dodged. "Fast for a big guy, but you're going to have to do better than that," She reached out, her fingers brushing against his chest, just enough to taunt him, before she leapt back, circling him with a predator’s grin. “I can do this all night.”

All Hallows' Eve is fast approaching, and many children are preparing their appetites for all sorts of treats. Some of these kids dress as ghosts and goblins, while others dress as heroes and villains. It is a night that promises spooky excitement and tricks of many kinds. While this coming Halloween is sure to be another eventful occasion, we cannot deny that there are terrors brewing in all shadows of the world. Terrors that promise scares and frights to all those who are unfortunate to cross their paths. Now, do not let me deter you from the celebration of All Hallow's Eve but be weary of the dangers that may come along with this frightful night. Alas, there are some terrors that seek to bring not just tricks or treats, but also a night that can become everlasting. On the other severed hand, there are spooks that seek to bring an age of cold and ice that will last for an eternity. This tale that you are about to read is not for the faint of heart. Do not get me wrong, it is not entirely filled with terror and scares, but it is certainly not filled with joyous sugary treats. While spooks and specters have frightened and terrorized many since the early age of man, there have always been a brave few that have stood up against the evils that lurk in the shadows. In this story, we are not going to see the classic example of a knight in shining armor riding off to face a dragon. It is not a tale of good overcoming evil but a story of two evils colliding on All Hallow’s Eve. This story will center on one that seeks to bring upon an age of ice upon our world and establish a new empire. The other evil in this story is one that hopes to bring about an eternal night on All Hallows’ Eve so that he can rule over the world for all eternity. Enough with the buildup, this story begins in a familiar location in New York. I say familiar as this location is the headquarters to a famous group of individuals who have dedicated their lives and careers to investigating the paranormal and capturing the different ghostly entities that haunt our world. Yes, this group is none other than the Ghostbusters. From their famous logo and sign hanging outside the firehouse to the Ecto-1 sitting patiently in the garage, they have seen their fair share of oddities over the years. Sitting inside the headquarters was Dr. Egon Spangler. After rearranging the spectacles that covered his dark eyes, the brilliant scientist looked over the components on a device that he was working on. Spengler reached his hand across the table for a Twinkie while keeping his attention on the small device. While fumbling his hand across the table in search of the yellow spongy treat, the Ghostbuster soon shifted his eyes toward that area on the table. He grumbled under his breath while looking over the workstation for the sugary snack that he brought over with him. The scientist knew he had brought the treat with him before he had sat down. It was not long until he heard a distinct chewing sound from the other side of the room. Spengler closed his eyes and sighed while turning his head toward the direction of the chewing. He scooted his chair back and rose to his feet. Egon reached up to pull up his glasses while rubbing his hand across his eyes. Sauntering toward the sound of the chewing, the Ghostbuster opened one of the locker doors and saw the infamous bright green ectoplasm that dwelled inside the headquarters with them. Shaking his head and grumbling once again, the scientist could not help but curse out to the ugly little spud known as Slimer. Egon was tempted to reach for his proton pack, but Slimer had already moved through the walls of the firehouse. Shaking his head and snatching his proton pack off the floor, the Ghostbuster was bound determined to put an end to this Class 5 full roaming vapor. In the process of gearing up, Egon heard footsteps entering the room. He glanced over and saw the other members in the team walking in with a box of pizza. Winston and Ray looked as if they had just returned from a job while Venkman appeared in a suit and tie. Remembering that Winston and Ray were responding to a call about a ghostly apparition on the Upper East Side, Egon did not give it much thought. Ray’s eyes widened as he saw Egon equipped with his proton pack. Before Ray could speak up, the green phantasm appeared from the floor and snatched the pizza box from Ray’s hands. Winston started to chuckle while laying down his gear next to his locker. Venkman shook his head while sauntering toward an empty seat. “What seems to be the problem, Egon?” Venkman asked sarcastically. “Slimer is at it again!” Egon snapped while dropping his proton pack on the floor. “Hey, you are the ones that wanted to keep that ugly spud around. I have said it time and time again that we need to keep that Mean Green Ghost locked away.” Venkman replied while reaching down to take off his dress shoes. “Why are you dressed so nice, Peter?” Ray asked while leaning down on the table to get his gear off. “Oh, just a little date night with Dana.” Venkman replied. “A gentleman does not kiss and tell.” “If only you were a gentleman.” Winston quipped while sitting back in a chair to relax. “Funny.” Venkman said before taking off his tie. “What were you guys up too?” “We had a nasty class 4 on the Upper East Side. We managed to trap it before it caused any real damage!” Ray exclaimed while dropping the ghost trap on the table. “Things have picked up a lot recently, Egon. Any progress on that ghost bomb that you were working on?” “No.” Egon said with a shrug. “But I have noticed the recent activity, and I have some theories as to why we have seen an increase in paranormal events.” “Don’t be shy, Egon. Share with the class what it is.” Venkman said with a yawn. “With Halloween approaching, I have been interested in the correlation between paranormal events and this yearly tradition. In my research, I was made aware of an artifact that was received at the Museum of Natural History from Ireland in the last week.” Egon replied. “That makes sense!” Ray exclaimed. “P.K.E. activity started getting more frequently in the last week!” “Precisely.” Egon replied before opening a drawer to a desk. A small smile formed on the side of his cheek as he reached down for a Swiss cake roll. “Uh, any chance that you would like to enlighten the rest of us with your discovery, Egon.” Winston said while leaning forward. “The artifact that was brought back was clock those dates back several centuries with some believing that it was used during the Feast of Samhain.” Egon replied. “That does not sound so bad.” Venkman said while leaning back in his chair and looking up at the ceiling. “There is more to it, Peter. While many believe that Samhain is simply a celebration that marks the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter, there are others that believed Samhain was the manifestation of something else entirely.” Egon replied with an emotionless glare. “Now we are cooking.” Venkman said with a sarcastic grin. “What kind of manifestation are we talking about?” Winston asked. “Hopefully not one of these Revelation, end of the world scenarios that we have dealt with before.” “I am not quite sure. From what I could find, the manifestation was believed to have been locked away in a stone which later was turned into a clock. That clock is the same one that is being taken to the Museum of Natural History.” Egon replied before taking a bite from his Swiss cake. “Back up! Rewind for a moment!” Venkman moaned before leaning forward and looking back at Egon. “What is this manifestation anyway?” “Some believe that Samhain is the actual manifestation of Halloween. It was believed that he was an unstoppable creature of the night that was the origin of the holiday itself.” Egon said while looking down at his workstation. “Hmm, about time we have a famous ghost. I was beginning to worry that all we would be dealing with was our friendly neighborhood Slimer.” Venkman muttered. “So, does this mean we are going to the Museum to study the clock?” Ray asked enthusiastically. “Unlikely.” Egon replied. “I have tried making arrangements but I have been denied every time by the Musuem.” "Good thing I've started making a few connections there." Winston grinned. "I'll see what I can do." Within the walls of the Musuem of Natural History, a couple of ghosts were stirring. Lurking through the hallways and exhibits, these ghosts were searching for something that was calling out to them. These malicious spirits felt as if they were being called on by Samhain himself. Soon these specters found themselves in front of the centuries old clock. Pressing on the artifact, the ghosts watched as a crack formed down the ancient relic. A bright light started to glow from the crack and soon the light faded. Emerging from the shadows, the ghosts watched as a large and grotesque figure stood before them. With a pumpkin for a head, the origin of All Hallows' Eve stood before the apparitions. With his strength returning, Samhain summoned ghosts and goblins from all around to gather before him. Too long has it been since he was trapped in that prison, but now he was free. The Ghost of Halloween would seek out eternal night and to take his rightful place as ruler over this world. Rummaging through the streets, legions of ghosts and goblins started terrorizing New York. Darkness spread throughout the globe and time seemed as if it had stopped on Halloween night. With the alarm blaring at the Ghostbusters Headquarters, the team was in for one wild night. Within the streets, a young man was running from a pair of nasty specters. This man raced back to his apartment as fast as he could. Despite his efforts to block the door of his apartment, the nasty specters moved through the walls and appeared before the frantic man. Falling on his bottom, Nadeem tried to crawl away from the spirits. As they crept closer toward the terrified man, the specters sensed something otherworldly in his apartment. Nadeem watched as the ghosts moved all throughout his apartment until they came upon an old family heirloom. For Nadeem; it was nothing more than a brass orb that was passed down but his family but for these spirits, it was something else entirely. "Take it!" Nadeem pleaded. "Just leave me alone!" The specters left the scared man there in his apartment. They traveled out into the eternal night with a relic unlike any other. From within the brass orb, they heard something calling to them. With all the energy that these spirits could manifest, they were able control a couple unsuspecting citizens to perform a ritual on the small brass orb. After the ritual was completed, they were able to unlock the orb. A cold wave shot out of the orb and traveled through the dark streets of New York. Breaking free from his prison, Garraka stood in the eternal night that had taken hold of the world. Trying to summon a legion of spirits, the powerful entity felt that his power had not fully returned. In order to create his frozen empire, he had to be reunited with his horns. The deity soon traveled back to Nadeem's apartment to retrieve his powerful horns. Once he was able to retrieve his horns from Nadeem's possession, the powerful entity left the apartment behind. Despite his power and strength restored, Garraka still found that many of the ghosts and ghouls were not following his command. The powerful deity soon felt another powerful presence in this strange new kingdom. Traveling to the center of the city, Garraka found the source of this power. Surrounded by ghosts and goblins, the embodiment of Halloween sat on a dark throne. The Death Chill made his way past the hordes of spirits and stood before Samhain. "Who dares challenges me?" Samhain growled while his twisted and contorted form stood up from his throne. "Your rule is finished. My empire will rise!" Garraka declared. Despite being surrounded by ghosts and goblins, a familiar siren raced through the streets of New York. The Ghostbusters hopped out of the Ecto-1 and started taking on the legions of ghosts. From the distance, Venkman could see Samhain and Garraka facing off. "Uh, I take it pumpkin face is the Samhain fella but who is tall dark and horny?" Venkman said while gesturing at the two entities. Ray squinted his eyes to see if he could make out what was taking place. "I'm not sure but the P.K.E. readings are off the charts. That must be a real nasty one! I'd take a class 7 or 8. Maybe even higher!" "Two in one place. I've never seen anything like it!" Winston yelled. "They don't look to be getting along. Hey, maybe we should just let them duke it out with one another and we call winner!" Venkman joked. "That is not a bad idea!" Egon yelled. "Wait, what?" Venkman asked curiously. "These two entities are obviously extremely powerful. If they are in opposition against one another then hopefully they will become weak enough for us to trap them." Egon said optimistically. "And if they are not?" Winston asked. "Then we will need to reevaluate when that time comes." Egon replied. "Well, I forgot the popcorn and it looks like the heavyweights are about to go at it." Venkman said as the team watched the two entities confronting one another. "Any bets on who will get the belt?" *********************** Samhain and Garraka are fighting for control over the world.

The Unforeseen Simulation Joint: Part 57 -------- Summary: The mystery-being known as Cloud X9 has trapped all the CBUB Characters inside the Unforeseen Simulation Joint. The only way the CBUB Characters can get out is for them to fight each other to the death. There can only be one winner that will be allowed to get out of the dome. With no other choice, the CBUB Characters get into one massive battle. -------- Near the ceiling of the dome was the frozen world known as Hoth. The planet was littered with the corpses of Luke Skywalker, Darth Vader, Princess Leia, Han Solo, Chewbacca, Stormtroopers, Rebels, and the Wampa. The snowy ground was even covered with chunks of metal that were once R2-D2, C-3PO, AT-ATs, T-47 Airspeeders, and the Millennium Falcon. Echo Base was up in flames. The last AT-AT got crushed beneath wheels of the Dino Ultrazord. Inside the cockpit of the massive zord were the Red Ranger (Jason), Black Ranger (Zack), Blue Ranger (Billy), Yellow Ranger (Trini), and Pink Ranger (Kimberly). With there being no more enemies on the planet, the five original Power Rangers cheered in victory. "Yeah, with the power of the Dino Ultrazord, no one can beat us!" The Red Ranger yelled. “Now let’s get back at Krang and Shredder for sending us up here!” The Pink Ranger yelled. “Uh... Guys? How are we supposed to get off this planet?” The Blue Ranger asked. The rest of the Power Rangers soon realized they were stuck on Hoth. “Oh, Crap!” The Red Ranger yelled. Meanwhile, Ruby Rose was facing the Quileute Tribe: Jacob Black, Sam Uley, Quil Ateara V, Embry Call, Paul Lahote, Jared Cameron, Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Collin Littlesea, Brady Fuller, and Ephraim Black. “Ok, you beefcakes. Which one of you wants a piece of me?” Ruby asked as she was holding Crescent Rose in its scythe mode. “Oh, we don’t want you in one piece. We want you in pieces.” Jacob said. “That’s rich. Coming from someone who’s in love with a baby.” Ruby said. “Now hold on. She did grow up.” Jacob said, as he tried to sound calm. “Yeah, into a little girl. That’s still below the red line.” Ruby said. “Ok, look. I’m not the actual Jacob Black. I’m a profile that is based on him.” He spoke. “Actually, you’re not the Jacob Black profile. We’re all part of the Quileute Tribe profile.” Ephraim said to Jacob. “Ok, so there is another Jacob Black on the site. But the point is that I’m not in love with a baby or a little girl. I’m in love with Bella Swan. Thanks to the Evolution Goku killing Edward, Bella is now all mine. I just need to find Bella and figure out a way for us to get out of this dome.” Jacob said. “When you say ‘us’, you do mean the team, right?” Sam asked, as he and the other werewolves were giving Jacob a serious look.” “Of... course... I wasn’t just talking about Bella and I. We are a team profile after all.” Jacob said, as he corrected himself. “Too bad for you flea bags that the only one getting out of this dome is me. Besides, my birthday is in a couple of days, and I don’t want to miss it.” Ruby said. “You’re not the real Ruby Rose. You’re a profile just like the rest of us. You don’t have a birthday.” Quil said. “Just because I’m not the real Ruby, doesn’t mean I don’t have the same birthday as her, which is on October 31st.” Ruby said. “Hold up. Your birthday is on the same day as Halloween? We’re in October? Just how long have we been fighting in this dome?” Embry asked. “I thought we were in January?” Paul asked. “It does feel like we’ve been fighting for two years.” Jared said. “It couldn’t be. We have only been fighting for a few hours.” Leah said. “Look, none of that matters! Let’s kill this anime reject! Find Bella! And get out of this damn dome!” Jacob yelled at his teammates. “Oh, please. I eat Beowolves for breakfast. You Twilight Werewolves are just a snack.” Ruby said. -------- So, here is the next part to my arc. Now, I know that I said I was going to take a break from my Unforeseen Simulation Joint arc. But since Halloween is on the way, and Ruby’s birthday is in October, I decided to make this part. After this, I will go on break again. Anyway, I hope everyone will enjoy this match. Who do you think will win?

SPOOKY SEASON SHOWDOWNS: AN ANTHOLOGY The Tao Dojo was normally a place of focus and discipline, but today the mood was light-hearted as Ryan Steele, Kaitlin Star, and J.B. Reese stood around a cluttered table. Streamers, pumpkins, and plastic skeletons were scattered about as they finalized their plans for a Halloween party. “We’re definitely doing a bobbing-for-apples contest,” Kaitlin insisted as she held up a bucket. J.B. smirked. “And we’re definitely making Ryan wear the most ridiculous costume we can find.” Ryan groaned. “You know this is supposed to be fun, not public humiliation, right?” Tao Chong, the wise and somewhat stern owner of the dojo, stood nearby with a skeptical look. “A Halloween party... at my dojo? I am still not convinced this is a good idea.” Ryan gave Tao his best reassuring smile. “No need to worry. We’ve got it under control! It’s just one night.” J.B. chimed in. “We’ll clean everything up. No mess, no disasters. We promise, nothing’s gonna go wrong.” Tao sighed but gave a small nod. “Fine. But if things get out of hand...” “They won’t!” Ryan grinned. “It’s going to be great. Trust us!” Across the city, Karl Ziktor sat in his sleek office, watching the conversation through a large monitor on his wall. He sneered as Tao reluctantly agreed to the party. “Fools,” Ziktor exclaimed. “A night of festivities will make them weak and distracted. Now will be the perfect time to destroy their precious dojo and eliminate them once and for all.” He reached for the orb on his desk. Energy crackled through his hands as he clutched it tightly. “Forces of darkness, empower me! Take me back to my Virtual Reality!” The office walls shimmered and transformed into the ominous landscape of the Virtual Reality world. Ziktor’s body and face twisted and morphed in grotesque ways. His human form morphied into the armored terror known as Grimlord. In the shadowy depths of the Virtual Dungeon, Grimlord summoned his two most loyal generals, General Ivar and Colonel Icebot. “How do we disrupt their celebration? What weapon do you have for me?” Grimlord shouted. Ivar stepped forward, holding a glowing red gem in his metallic claw. “This, Lord Grimlord, is the key to your victory. We found it by traveling to another reality.” Grimlord took the gem from Ivar and glared at it. “And what exactly am I supposed to do with this?” Ivar chuckled. “This gem controls a monster of unimaginable power. I took it from a child... a child foolish enough to believe she could contain it.” Grimlord sneered. “Show me.” The air warped, and a monstrous figure appeared. It was a towering, purple-skinned creature with jagged teeth, sunken eyes, and a demeanor that radiated malice. “Who are you?” asked Grimlord. “I am the Arch-Duke of Nightmares,” the creature growled. “I have no other name. But you may call me... Psycho Goreman if you wish. It’s the name the little girl gave me.” “Should I be impressed by that name? What benefit is there to controlling you? You were in the service of a small child,” said Grimlord Psycho Goreman grew angry. “Only because Mimi grabbed the Gem of Peraxidike while I was still imprisoned! If you doubt my power, I can show you a demonstration.” Grimlord held up the gem and nodded slowly. Psycho Goreman showed off incredible strength as tore through some of Grimlord’s subjects and blasted them with energy blasts from his eyes and hands. “That is enough!” Grimlord commanded. “You will be my champion and defeat those troublesome kids.” Goreman was confused. “I traveled the galaxy and brought death and destruction wherever I went and you need me to fight kids?” “You will see.” The night of the party arrived, and the dojo was buzzing with people. Guests, dressed in every costume imaginable, filled the room with laughter and chatter.Kaitlin and J.B. mingled among the crowd. Kaitlin was dressed in an 80s-style rock star outfit, complete with glitter and teased hair. J.B sported a lab coat and oversized goggles for his mad scientist costume. Both of their gazes turned to the door when Ryan entered in a white karate gi and headband. They quickly ran to him. “Dude, where is your costume?” asked J.B. “You’re looking at it,” Ryan replied. “I’m a martial artist.” “Seriously. I know we teased you a little bit, but you could have at least put some more effort. You look almost exactly the same as you always do,” Kaitlin scolded. “This isn’t my Tao Dojo gi, it’s completely different.” J.B. and Kaitlin looked at their friend with disappointment. “I couldn’t think of anything else,” Ryan finally admitted. A half an hour later, the party was in full swing when the doors burst open The terrifying visage of Psycho Goreman entered the party. There was a brief moment of silence before some cheers permeated the air. “Cool costume, dude!” someone called oit. Psycho Goreman’s lip curled into a twisted grin. “Costume? Oh, you poor, doomed and pathetic fools.” Without warning, he lunged at a party-goer, and ripped off one of his arms. He then lifted him effortlessly off the ground and tossed him into a wall with a sickening thud. The crowd screamed, panic spread like wildfire. “Oh my god!” Kaitlin cried out. Ryan and J.B. exchanged horrified looks. The three of them reached for their virtualizers. “Trooper transform!” In a flash, they were engulfed in beams of energy. When they finished their transformation, Psycho Goreman had already torn through a couple of terrified guests, popping off their heads, and leaving a bloody mess in his wake. “Holy crap,” J.B. muttered. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Kaitlin winced as they surveyed the carnage. “We have to get him out of here before anyone else gets hurt.” Ryan nodded in agreement. “Vortex Command—NOW!” The VR Troopers activated their teleportation devices, and in a swirl of virtual energy, they transported themselves and Psycho Goreman to the Virtual Reality world. The four materialized in the dark, glitchy landscape of the Virtual Reality world. Psycho Goreman looked around, only marginally impressed. “Maybe there is something more to you, it still will not save you from the death that awaits,” he threatened. Ryan stepped forward with his fists clenched. “We’ve taken down every monster Grimlord’s thrown at us. You’re just another one in a long line. We’ll make you pay for what you did to those people.” J.B. whispered to Kaitlin. “I don’t know. He seems different from Grimlord’s other villains, right?” “Gee, what gave that away?” replied Kaitlin. “The horrific murder spree?” Ryan cut them off. “Stay sharp guys. We can’t afford to give him an inch. We have seen what he is capable of.” Psycho Goreman laughed. “You haven’t even begun to see my power. But you will soon enough. And then when I get back to your world I will annihilate the rest of your pathetic planet.”

“I never should have let you talk me into coming here!” Gretchen wept and ranted as she continued to fight against the restraints that bound her wrists and ankles to her chair. She wore a shirt promoting Halloween Horror Nights and her brown hair a disheveled mess. A second chair imprisoning a 24-year-old man in a matching Halloween Horror Nights t-shirt sat back-to-back with hers. The man, named Warren, could barely make out the props and old costume that surrounded them in the warehouse they found themselves. His face showed increasing annoyance as his companion continued to complain. “It’ll be fun, you said! There’s nothing to be afraid of, you said!” “Will you be quiet!” “And then you just had to go on and on about that slutty looking clown! Let’s see where she’s going, you said! I think she wants us to follow her, you said! What kind of sicko are you, Warren?” “Gretchen! Will you just shut up already?!” “Oh, sure! Yell at me! It’s not my fault we got ourselves trapped by some psycho clowns!” The bickering couple was interrupted by the sound child-like humming and of heels clicking against the grated floor. Gretchen tried to control her sobs and Warren’s eyes widened in terror as the clown girl walked into the light. She was dressed in red and blue corset and skirts, her dark hair was twisted into two pig tails, and her face was painted with black diamonds over her eyes. Chance leaned over and put herself nose to nose with Warren and gave a sinister smile. “Hi, kids! Nice and cozy, are we?” “Please, please let me go!” whined Gretchen. “If you want him, you can have him!” “Gretchen, shut up!” “My daddy has money! He’ll give you anything you want!” “GRETCHEN!” “BOTH OF YA SHUT UP!!!!” Gretchen and Warren both fell silent as Jack the Clown’s voice burst out of the darkness. He approached the two chairs and sneered at the terrified couple. “Is this the best you could get, Chance?” “I was walking around the park for an hour, Jack,” said Chance. “Lover boy here was the only one who was interested.” Jack walked around the chairs, Gretchen and Jack trying not to scream. “So, it looks like we got a ‘buy one preppie, get one Karen’ deal tonight! Ha! No matter! I’m sure they will be enough!” “What are you going to do to us?” shouted Warren. “Do?” Jack wrapped his hand around Warren’s throat and snarled. “I’ll tell ya what we’re going to do, Donald Jr. I’m going to make you and your mail order girlfriend here famous! You two are gonna be the stars of my Carnival of Carnage! For one night only, anyway.” “He’s gonna kill us!” screamed Gretchen. “Oh my God, we’re gonna die! You and your stupid park!” “This isn’t my fault, Gretchen!” “ENOUGH ALREADY!” shrieked Chance. Jack let go of Warren and patted Chance on the head. “Well put, sweetheart. Now keep these two idiots under lock and key until showtime.” “But, Jack! I thought we could have a little fun with them first? Ya know, see how well they bleed? Pretty please?” Jack was annoyed for a moment before looking into Chance’s pleading eyes, then he shrugged. “Meh, I never like to see a clown beg. Sure, why not?” Chance squealed in delight as Gretchen and Warren started begging for their lives and yelling at each other again. “Okay, Donny and Marie,” said Jack. “I’m going to pick up a few more props for our… rehearsal. But I’ll be leaving you in the capable hands of my harlequin of horror, Chance. And she knows what she’s doing, don’t you, honey?” Chance pulled a knife out of her boot and brandished it at the couple. “Yeah, I’m real cutting edge!” Jack cackled with delight and ran back into the darkness as Gretchen and Warren screamed for mercy. Chance held the knife to her lips to hush them. “Now, kids. You want to know what’s funny about a knife?” Jack rifled through a back closet humming to himself as he heard the sounds of screaming in the distance. He would pick a potential weapon, toss it aside and look at another, not wanting to miss having ‘fun’ with Chance. “Hatchet? Nah. Chainsaw? Ooh, save that for later. Bear trap? Huh, gotta remember to get that back to Jigsaw. AH HA! Hahaha! NOW we’re talking!” Jack lifted an oversized, multi-colored hammer. “Blunt force trauma, but leaves you mostly in one piece! Give me a doggie bag, we’re taking this home! Hahahahaha!” When he finished laughing, Jack finally noticed something. He realized how quiet the warehouse had become. There were the sounds of guests screaming and laughing in the park outside, but there was no sound of Chance’s victims. “Chance? Chance, did you kill our volunteers again? We’ve talked about this, babe. I’m gonna have to bring the hammer down!” Jack hefted the clown hammer and marched through the costume racks to the two chairs. The sight actually stopped the murderous clown in his tracks. Gretchen and Warren were still locked in their chairs, but they were no longer arguing or pleading. Their heads were tilted lifeless and their eyes were glazed over with fear. Their throats had been slit, their chests ripped open, and multiple stab wounds covered their bodies. Two pools of blood had formed under the chairs. “Damn, Chance!” Jack chuckled. “You really went all out, didn’t ya?” Suddenly there was the sound of honking horn. Jack spun around behind him and saw nothing. “Seriously?” said Jack. “You really want to try pulling a jump scare on ME?! Get back out on the street and find me some more volunteers! Or I might just have YOU be the main event!” There were two more honks and Jack turned back holding the hammer at the ready to see a clown standing by Gretchen and Warren’s corpses. He was dressed in a black and white suit, hat, and make-up, but it was all covered in the blood of the two ‘volunteers’. He smiled with his rotten teeth and waved to Jack. Jack slowly lowered the hammer as he took in the sight. “Ooookay. Heh! Don’t remember you at the team meeting. You’re not one of my clowns, are ya?” The clown shook his head, his grotesque smile not changing. “Strong, silent type huh? And I guess you’re the one who butchered my buddies here?” The clown nodded in excitement and gave the corpses a hug. “Ha! Gotta love a clown who loves their job! You do good work, I’ll give you that! Maybe there could be a place for you in the Carnival! You wouldn’t happen to have a name, do you?” The clown extended a finger on his gloved hand a dipped it into the wound in Gretchen’s chest. Removing the bloody finger, he began to write out a name on the ground in front of Jack. “Art? Art the Clown? Meh, a little derivative, but I can work with it. Say! How about you, me, and Chance hit the town? There’s a whole park full of people just waiting to be bumped off! Err, by the by, did you see Chance? Sexy clown, packs a switchblade?” Art the Clown honked his horn in excitement and motioned for Jack to wait. He gave an exaggerated, creeping walk into the darkness of the warehouse. “Listen, Art,” said Jack, shouldering the hammer. “I like clowns, but I’m not crazy about mimes. So hurry up and show me where Chance is before I get bored and show you what this hammer can do those buck teeth of yours.” There was another honk from the horn, and Jack could make out Art walking towards him with Chance. “There you are, babe! Where have you been hiding?” Suddenly, Art shoved Chance towards Jack. The clown dropped his hammer and caught his assistant, but his eyes went wide. Chance’s throat had been slit, and her favorite knife was now protruding out of her head. Jack glared at Art, holding Chance in his arms. “You killed her, too?!” Art honked his horn and mimed like he was laughing. Jack became enraged, and yanked the knife out Chance’s head before letting her corpse drop to the floor. “Okay, Leto. Now you done it! Volunteers I can get anywhere! Chance was MY girl! If anyone was gonna kill, it was gonna be me!” Art the Clown shrugged and pulled out a cleaver from behind his back. Jack held Chance’s knife ready to strike. “So you wanna get nuts?! Come on! Let’s get nuts!!” OK: Art and Jack are in a Universal Studios warehouse full of slasher weapons and circus props. Last clown standing wins. Game On! And Happy Halloween!

Missy Armitage sat in her chair and stirred her tea, letting her spoon scrape every so gently against the sides of her cup. Across from her sat a figure in a red jumpsuit, brown hair pulled back in a off center ponytail. There were marks and bruises on her face, but it was a face that Missy Armitage could recognize. It was the face of her daughter Rose. “How do you feel?” Missy asked softly. The strange woman grunted, her fingernails digging into the arms of her chair. “Don’t worry,” Missy went on. “We know there’s nothing wrong with you. You have a voice. Use it.” The woman moaned and strained her neck. Missy’s eyes narrowed as she gave another sharp scrape of the teacup. “What is your name?” “Vi.. Vi..Vi…o…let,” the woman breathed. “Vi-o-let.” From behind a two-way mirror, the rest of Armitage family, Walter, and Georgina watched as Missy continued her session with the doppelganger. “Remarkable,” said Dean. “The similarities are uncanny.” “I don’t know, sis,” smirked Jeremy. “I think she’s better looking than you.” “Shut up,” said Rose. “What are we going to do with her?” asked Georgina. Dean sighed and turned to Georgina. “After Missy is finished giving her a once over, we’ll dispose of her. Then we are going to have to leave.” Georgina’s eyes widened. “Leave?! No! No, no, no! This is my house! My house! We can’t leave!” Dean put his hands on Georgina’s shoulders, trying to keep her calm. “Mother, we have no choice. You heard the radio. People dressed in red like that woman in there. Going around the country killing people. We can’t afford to stay here much longer.” “Don’t worry, dad,” said Jeremy, his grip tightening on his lacrosse stick. “The freak in there isn’t going to kill anybody after I’m done with her.” “So, Violet,” said Missy. “Now that you’ve told me who you are, why not tell me what you are?” Violet cocked her head, a trace of a smile on her dry lips. “Your… daugh….ter.” The spoon nearly slipped out of Missy’s fingers. “You,” she said, struggling to keep her voice low. “Are no daughter of mine.” “I… am… not,” said Violet. “And… I… am. Daddy Monte, Mommy Missy, Brother George. Even Grandma and Grandpa. All of them coming to play.” “My word,” said Walter softly. Dean looked at Walter. “Father? Do you know what she’s talking about?” Walter took a deep breath. “I believe so, son. While our order was developing the Coagula procedure, we became aware of another project that had been taking place. A government project. A method of making a… copy of human beings. It was supposed to allow them to control the genuine articles, or some such nonsense.” “Is that what these redsuits are?” asked Jeremy. “A bunch of clones or something?” The Armitage men were so focused on their discussion, they failed to notice Rose was still staring at the two-way mirror, her eyes becoming as glazed over as Violet. “Daddy and Grandpa did the work,” Violet intoned. “They are going to have us live forever. They found a good body, and gave it Grandpa’s brain.” “You mean Daddy was able to complete the surgery?” asked Missy. “No. No surgery. Daddy gave Dane Grandpa’s brain. Now Dane and Grandpa Goth and Nadia and Grandma Susan are together and Grandma and Grandpa will live forever.” “If that’s true, then why the hell are these things wandering around now?” asked Dean. “Last I heard they had shut the project down,” replied Walter. “These creatures should have died out years ago! Not be attacking us!” Dean shook his head and looked back at Rose. “Dear, come over here. It’ll do you no good to watch this. Rose? Dear?” Rose Armitage just continued to stare blankly at the two-way mirror, her fingers gripping her jeans in the same as Violet grasped the chair. “Why would you want to ‘play’ with us?” asked Missy. “To send a message,” Violet groaned. “The world must see us!” “Hey, sis! Snap out of it!” barked Jeremy. Dean shook his daughter but still she wouldn’t respond. “She’s hypnotized! Father! Is there still a connection between us and these copies?” “Well, I don’t know, son. There might be but…” Dean bolted from the room and rushed to the door to the study. “Alright, Violet,” said Missy. “Be a good girl. Sink into the floor. Now.” In an instant, Violet had slumped in her chair, and Rose collapsed to the floor of the observation room. Dean burst into the study, and Missy glared at him. “Dean! What on earth are you doing?” “Wake her up! Get her out of the Sunken Place! Now!” “Dean, get a hold of yourself! This way you can have Jeremy finish her off and we can be on our way.” “Listen to me, Missy! This… thing is a copy, a clone of our daughter. When you were hypnotizing her it started to have an effect on Rose. God knows what would happen to Rose if Jeremy killed her double and they were both under. So wake her up and we’ll worry about Jeremy la…” The lights in the Armitage mansion switched off. The fireplace provided the only illumination. “What happened to the power?” asked Missy anxiously. Suddenly there was a loud banging noise. “Dad! Quick!” shouted Jeremy. “We got company!” Dean grabbed a poker and pulled his wife after him. They joined Jeremy, Walter, and Georgina as they stood at the front door. Splinters flew as the door shot off it’s hinges, revealing the 5 figures in red jumpsuits. One was a man with a scraggly beard and glasses. Another a boy wearing a ski mask and wielding a makeshift lacrosse stick. Another was a woman with a psychotic smile and loosely holding a teacup and spoon in one hand. But the other two figures made the Armitage’s reel back in disgust. They were an African American man and woman, both wearing a chain around their necks. On each chain was the tortured remnants of a human brain. Jeremy and Dean raised their weapons, as Walter reached for a letter opener and Missy and Georgina moved behind them. The Tethered clones of the Armitage’s stood brandishing scissors for a moment, then lunged with a psychotic howl at their prey. OK: The Order of the Coagula need to kill their Tethered and survive the night. Fight takes place in and around the Armitage mansion. Game On!

After arriving in the beach resort town of Costa Del Sol, Cassie Hack received directions to her destination. She adjusted the strap on her black duffle bag in front of a sign promoting the newly renovated “Johnny’s Seaside Inn” and soaked in the moment. Cassie did not have the look of the usual tourist that frequented Costa Del Sol, with her black tank top, frayed jeans, and boots she stood out like a sore thumb and looked more ready to crash a punk show than catch rays on the sand. Vlad followed closely behind her. The hulking, weathered man looked even more out of place than she did. Seven foot tall with a pale, scarred face hidden beneath a metal mask.. Points and whispers had followed them from the dock to their current location. “I still think this whole situation is weird,” Cassie muttered She pulled out a photo sent to her by the owner of the establishment, Johnny, from her pocket. She studied it as they walked. “A little green guy with a lantern and a knife. What even is that?” “A Tonberry,” Vlad answered from behind her. “If you are thinking about turning around, I’m right behind you.” Cassie shook her head and recommitted. “No, we agreed to hear him out. If this little thing is as dangerous as he is saying, then these people need our help.” She turned to her companion and teased. “And you did say that you wanted to see more of the world.” “Wasn’t thinking this,” replied Vlad. The two entered into the modest looking hotel that had the appearance of a large ornate lightly decorated treehouse. A nearby door swung open, and Johnny himself emerged with an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and barely contained enthusiasm. “Cassie Hack! Hey, Welcome to the Seaside Inn. And… oh, wow!” His eyes widened as he took in Vlad’s massive form. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing, uh…” Johnny paused, searching for words. “This guy! Bro you’re huge!” Vlad merely grunted in response. Cassie crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Johnny, right? You’re the one with the monster problem?” “The one and only!” Johnny declared. “And yeah, I’ve got a big problem. and you’re exactly who I need to solve it!” He stepped aside and gestured dramatically toward the resort itself “This is the crown jewel of Costa del Sol. Well, uh, it was before that little green freak showed up…” Cassie gave him a skeptical look. “Before we get into details, I have to know. How did you even hear about me?” Johnny’s grinned. “I got connections, babe! And by that I mean a traveler came through a few weeks ago and couldn’t stop talking about you! Told me you’ve taken out some real bad dudes. Bobby Brunswick, The Lunch Lady, the Acid Angel, The Mosaic Man… ” “Real bad dudes is one of saying it, you could also say I hunt down a bunch of sociopathic murdering maniacs,” noted Cassie. “If there is a slasher about, we’ll take ‘em out,” added Vlad. “That’s awesome bro, because that is exactly what I need. I need someone who can take out this miniature monster of death. And I’m willing to pay.” Cassie tilted her head and gave him a hard stare. “I don’t do merc work, Johnny. I stop killers so they don’t hurt anyone else. I’m not here to collect bounties.” Johnny raised his hands.. “Hey, Hey, I hear you. I’m just desperate for some help. I think this is right up your alley. This Tonberry… it’s exactly like a horror movie slasher. Creeps in real slow, doesn't speak and takes down my guests with one hit. It’s a nightmare.” Vlad crossed his massive arms. “How can something that small be so dangerous and if it’s that slow, why hasn’t anyone stopped it with ranged weapons?” “Well that’s the thing, you see… well, it would be better if I just showed you..” Johnny led them through the lobby to a cramped security office filled with monitors. Cassie leaned against the doorframe and Vlad stood silently behind her. Johnny flipped through the camera feeds until he found the one he wanted. “Alright, check this out.” On the monitor, the video showed the Costa Del Sol beach filled with vacationers. People lounged on deck chairs, sipped drinks and soakedup the sun. Then, a small green figure waddled toward the crowd, one slow step at a time, with a lantern swinging by its side. “This really is the guy?” Cassie asked, unimpressed. “Looks like a mascot.” Cassie watched as the Tonberry stabbed two women who were near it. Both women fell instantly to the ground after one thrust and were dead. Cassie was confused. “That can’t be right. The angle and power of that thrust should not have killed them instantly.” “Keep watching,” Johnny insisted. On the screen, a man noticed the Tonberry and jumped up. He grabbed a poolside chair to defend himself. Before he could attack, the Tonberry raised its lantern, and thin tendrils of blue smoke curled around the man’s body. In an instant, the man crumpled over in pain unable to move. “It’s called Scourge,” Johnny said grimly. “One of its tricks.” The camera feed continued. A second tourist tried to run, but the Tonberry lifted its lantern again. Three ghostly shapes emerged from the flickering flame and glided toward the fleeing man. The moment they touched him, he collapsed lifelessly to the ground. Johnny shivered. “That is the Doom and Gloom technique. No one stands a chance.” Vlad leaned in slightly. “It’s like a curse?” “Yeah, an instant death curse,” replied Johnny. Cassie tapped her chin. “So this thing’s not just carrying a knife, it’s packing a whole supernatural toolkit.” She turned to Johnny. “Do you know why it is targeting your guests, exactly?” Johnny rubbed the back of his neck. He smiled sheepishly. “Uh… So, funny story. My bros…Cloud and his crew…they kinda… took out the little guy’s ruler, the Tonberry King, for me. I, uh, wanted his crown.” Anger rose up inside Cassie. “You risked all these people’s lives… over a crown?” Johnny winced. “Yeah… not my brightest moment. But hey, it’s a really cool crown and looks amazing in the display room of the resort!” Cassie rolled her eyes. “Unbelievable.” “Another killer looking for revenge,” stated Vlad. Johnny snapped his fingers. “Bingo. Although, they aren’t exactly friendly creatures even when they don’t have a grudge.” “So where are your buddies that beat the King? What did you say his name was, Cloud?” Cassie asked. “My bro, Tifa, and their buddies are off chasing another big bad dude, Sephiroth, so they can’t help me out. That’s where you two come in.” Cassie glared at him and tightened her jaw. “You’re an idiot.” Johnny shrugged. “Yeah, I hear that a lot.” Cassie sighed. She rubbedher temples. “Just because you are an idiot doesn’t mean these people should suffer. Alright, fine. We’ll handle it. But after this is over, you owe every person here an apology…and you’d better make it a good one.” Johnny perked up instantly. “Absolutely!” Cassie turned back to the monitors. She watching the Tonberry continue its slow, menacing advance. “Do you have any footage of this Cloud guy fighting one? Or his fight against the Tonberry King? I want to see how he handled it.” Johnny’s face lit up. “Oh, I’ve got just the thing! Hang tight, I'll grab it!” Johnny bolted from the room. Cassie shook her head. She glanced over at Vlad. “How the hell did we end up in this mess?” Vlad shrugged. “You were curious.” Cassie let out a rueful laugh. “Yeah, and now we’re fighting a knife-wielding monster with weird ghost powers who can one shot its victims. Classic.” Johnny returned a moment later, holding a small box of glowing feathers. He handed two to Cassie and two to Vlad. “Alright, before I forget, here! These are Phoenix Downs. You’ll definitely need ‘em. Trust me.” Cassie held one up. She examined the strange glow. “What exactly do these do?” Johnny grinned. “They bring you back to life if you, uh... you know get taken out by one of the Tonberry’s attacks.” “I’m pretty durable. I have been through some real knockout, drag out fights. I don’t think one knife stab will take me down,” said Vlad. “You don’t understand, bro, it doesn’t matter how tough you are. If that Tonberry makes contact with that knife, you’re done,” Johnny explained. Vlad tucked the Phoenix Downs into his coat pockets. “We’ll make sure they don’t go to waste.” Johnny clapped his hands together. “That’s the spirit! Go get that little freak, and I know you guys can do it.” Cassie shook her head again. “This is officially the weirdest gig we’ve ever taken.” Vlad gave a slow nod. “You think we can blow it up?” “That’s one of the options on the table.” She looked at the monitor one more time before glancing back at her partner. She cracked her knuckles. “Alright, Vlad. Let’s get ready to hunt us a little green slasher.”

Once upon a time, the wielders of magic looked across the expanse of time and space between their kingdoms. They were Yen Sid, Merlin, the Genies, the Fairies, and the other great magicians, wizards, and witches. By combing their powers, they set about establishing several smaller realms between the kingdoms. They were a collection of castles and lands that would allow people from different kingdoms to gather and explore together. One castle in particular became known as the retreat for the princesses, a place where they could get away from the stress of ruling their kingdoms. For many years, the princesses would come to relax and enjoy their fellowship, and all was well. Until one day… A full moon hung above the dimly lit castle. Jack-o-‘lanterns lined the path that led to the gates and cobwebs covered the trees in the orchard. From the grounds you could just barely see a flickering light from a window in one of the towers. Within the tower, Ariel and Jane sat enraptured as Belle stood before them telling a story. Jasmine looked unimpressed as she leaned on the couch with her arms folded. “The two princesses advanced slowly towards their princes, fangs bared! The bodies of the stepmother and stepsisters lay twitching on the ground. The princes knew that soon they would rise again, as creatures of night! As vampires!” “Oh really!” Jasmine interrupted. “Why wouldn’t the princes just run away and get out of the castle?” “Shh! Let her tell the story!” whispered Ariel. “It’s just getting good! Right, Jane?” “Hmm? Oh yes, it is,” Jane gulped. Ariel grinned. “What’s the matter? It isn’t too scary for you, is it?” “Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Ariel. It’s just… rather chilly up here.” “I still don’t know why we had to be up here to listen to a story,” said Jasmine, glancing around the dusty room. “We could have just listened to this in the library.” “Oh don’t be a guppy, Jasmine! Up here is so much more… mysterious and… what’s the word? Spooky!” “Ahem. Excuse me, ladies.” The three turned to face Belle with her hands on her hips. “Do you want to hear the end of this story? Because if you’d rather talk about how ‘spooky’ the room is…” “Aw come on, Belle!” said Ariel. “Finish the story!” “Yes,” said Jane, taking a breath. “I want to hear it too.” “Jasmine?” Jasmine shrugged. “Well, I still think it’s a silly story, but go ahead, Belle.” Belle nodded and raised her hands out towards the princesses as she continued her tale in a dramatic, ‘spooky’ voice. “As I was about to say, the princes were frozen with fear! They stood transfixed at the sight of the women they loved transformed into monsters, hungry for their blood! The stepmother and stepsisters joined the princesses and surrounded the two men! There was nowhere to run! The vampires drew closer and closer. And then…!” The one candle that lit the room blew out. All four princesses screamed and leapt to the couch. They cowered for a moment, allowing them to hear the sound of a match being struck. They looked up to see Cinderella, standing at the door holding the re-lit candlestick. Snow White stood behind her peeking into the room. Cinderella smiled down on her frightened friends. “Well, well. I thought I saw you four sneaking up here. Having fun getting into the… ‘spirit’ of things, are we?” The other princesses laughed sheepishly as they got up from behind the couch. “The… the wind blew out the candle,” said Jane adjusting her skirts. “It… surprised us.” “I knew you were scared!” said Ariel. “You didn’t waste time hiding either, Miss Guppy,” said Jasmine. “It must have been quite a scary story,” said Snow White. “What was it about?” Belle nervously looked to the floor. “I… guess it was kind of about you and Cinderella.” “Ha!” laughed Jasmine. “That was what was so ridiculous about it! Snow and Cinderella as vampires!” “But it was still a good story!” said Ariel. “It’s not like it really happened, right?” Snow White and Cinderella shared a look. Snow White sighed. “Well, it sort of did.” Jane’s eyes widened. “It did?!” “Oh, come on!” said Jasmine. “It’s true, Jasmine,” said Cinderella. “Remember when we went to help out Al and Andel with another one of their contests?”* *If you don’t, read about it here! Match 20779 Snow White vs. The Crypt Keeper - CBUB Rated Matches - The Comic Book Universe Battles “I was invited to help with a game they had arranged,” explained Snow White. “Cinderella got caught up in it and… things became… complicated.” Ariel grasped the couch in shock. “You… you really became vampires?!” “Only for a couple of hours,” Cinderella chuckled. “Al and Andel’s friend Mercy used her magic to cure me and Snow before we could hurt anyone. We’re perfectly fine now.” She gave a mischievous look and turned to Snow White. “However, I must admit to feeling a little hungry. What do say, Snow? Would you care for… a bite?” Ariel and Jane laughed as Snow White took a step back from Cinderella. “Cindy, stop it! I’d rather not talk or even think about the Crypt Keeper, his house, or… anything that happened there ever again.” “Alright, Snow.” Cinderella turned back to the princesses. “Now as for you four. You had better get downstairs. Tomorrow is Halloween, and we still have a lot to do before our trick ‘r treaters show up. We still need to decorate the ballroom, the grounds, and you still need to set up your booths.” “Our Boooooo-ths,” chuckled Ariel to Jasmine. Jasmine rolled her eyes and headed for the door. “It’s fine, Cinderella. I for one have had enough of scary stories for one night.” The four made their way out of the room. Snow White glanced back at Cinderella. “Do you really think we’re ‘cured’, Cinderella? I can’t stand the thought of us hurting our friends.” Cinderella gave Snow White a hug. “Relax, Snow. We’re fine. Mercy checked and double checked. We aren’t going to hurt anybody. Now lets help our friends set up for tomorrow.” Snow White nodded and turned to go out the door. As Cinderella was following her, a strange bolt of light shot through the open window.* *If you wish to know where this bolt came from, read about it here! Match 20931 Mortal Kombat Universe and Mira Nova and Sabine Wren vs. Street Sharks and Katie Ka-Boom and Eris (Sinbad) - CBUB Rated Matches - The Comic Book Universe Battles It struck Cinderella in the back, making her jump. Cinderella glanced around the room, not knowing what happened. Was it just a sudden breeze from the open window? She felt a chill, but it had passed. “Cindy? Are you alright?” Cinderella shook off the feeling of unease and hurried to the door. “Yes, yes, Snow. I’m… fine.” The ballroom buzzed with activity. The princesses and the castle servants hurried to put the finishing touches on the Halloween decorations. Snow White took a moment to examine the stage where Esmeralda was practicing her magic act. She toss a pouch of powders that exploded when it hit the stage. When the smoke had cleared, Esmeralda had vanished. “Neat trick, huh?” Snow White nearly jumped out of her skin when Esmeralda’s voice suddenly came behind her. She turned to watch her deliver a bow. “Oh! Oh, it’s really wonderful, Esmeralda! It was quite nice of you and the other Romani to join our festival.” Esmeralda looked confused. “Romani? What’s a Romani?” “Why, you are, of course! It’s nicer than calling you a… a… well…” “Well, what?” Esmeralda glared at the nervous princess. “I’m a ‘what’ exactly?” “I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d be offended! I mean I thought you would be offended if we called you… but if you are when I…” The sight of Esmeralda’s playful smile stopped Snow White’s apology. She sighed. “Very funny, Esmeralda.” “Relax, Snow,” Esmeralda chuckled. “My people have called themselves gypsies for as long as I can remember. But if you would like to call them Romani, I don’t mind. As long as you promise to cheer good and loud when my act starts tomorrow.” Snow White gave a small smile. “I just hope it all goes well. Everyone’s working so hard to make the castle just right for our young guests.” Esmeralda extended her hand. “Well, there’s one way to be sure. Give me your hand.” Snow White slowly offered her hand in confusion. Esmeralda held it and traced her palm. “I see that your party will a tremendous success. I see you having a wonderful time.” “Oh, Esmeralda,” laughed Snow White. “You can’t really read palms, can you?” “Of course I can! I am a true Romani, aren’t I? We learn how to read palms before we…” Esmeralda’s banter faltered to a halt. Snow White could see the concern on her face. “Esmeralda? What is it? What’s wrong?” Esmeralda stared at Snow White’s palm for a moment, then shook her head and let go. “It’s nothing. You just focus on relaxing and enjoying your party. I need to get back to practice.” Servants whispered among themselves as Sally walked across the ballroom to Snow White. She approached her as Esmeralda climbed back onto the stage. “Snow White? I’m been looking everywhere for Cinderella. A new batch of cobwebs has arrived from Halloween Town, along with several cauldrons of witches brew. Was she wanting them in the ballroom or in the gardens?” “What? Oh, sorry, Sally. I have no idea where Cinderella has gone. Wait here. I’ll see if she’s still upstairs.” But as Snow White turned to go, she failed to notice Sally wince and hold her head. Jane hurried to the ragdoll’s side. “Sally? It is Sally, isn’t it? Are you alright?” Sally opened her eyes and gasped. For in her eyes she didn’t see Jane as she was, but with wild hair, bloodshot eyes, and fangs ready to strike. Sally fell backfirst into the stage. “Sally! What is it?” Esmeralda stepped away from her rehearsal and leapt off the stage to Sally. She took hold of the groaning doll by the shoulders. “Sally, can you hear me? It’s Esmeralda, remember? Cinderella introduced us to each other so we could work on the festival together.” Sally opened her eyes and glanced back and forth between Esmeralda and Jane. “I… I’m sorry. Where… where’s Cinderella?” “Never mind, Cinderella, dear,” said Jane. “I don’t know if um ragdolls get tired, but maybe it might be good if you sat down for a minute. You’ll run yourself ragged. Oh! If you’ll pardon the expression.” “There’s no time!” Sally snapped. She pushed past Esmeralda and Jane and bolted for the entrance to the ballroom. “I just had another vision! Something terribles going to happen! I must find Cinderella before it’s too late!” “Sally! Come back!” But the ragdoll was long gone. Esmeralda leaned against the stage. “What’s gotten into her?” “Cinderella! Cindy?” Snow White peeked into Cinderella’s room, finding the princess sat at her vanity and staring at a mirror. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. The ballroom is a mess! I’ll be surprised if we get everything done in time for tomorrow.” “It doesn’t matter.” Snow White froze at Cinderella’s sullen sounding voice. Cinderella didn’t move or even look at her. “How can you say that, Cindy? You’ve been preparing for this night for months! The children…” “Will get a party. Just not the one the were expecting.” Snow White took a step forward. “Cindy? Are you feeling alright?” “Oh, I feel marvelous, Snow. Just marvelous. I never thought I would feel this way again. But there’s one thing that disappoints me. My face. I had such a pretty face.” “And you still do, Cindy!” Snow White knelt down next to Cinderella’s chair. “You are still very beautiful.” Cinderella slowly turned to look at Snow White. “And that’s the trouble. Because now I will never be able to look at it. See?” Snow White finally got a good look at the mirror and her blood ran cold. She could see her reflection in the glass, but not Cinderella’s. She looked back just in time to see Cinderella show her fangs and lunge for her neck. The sound of Snow White’s scream caused Sally to increase her speed up the stairs. “Snow! Cinderella! Don’t!” She raced around a corner and burst into Cinderella’s room. Sally stared in shock as Cinderella stood grinning at her, trails of blood dripping from her mouth onto her dress. Snow White was slowly rising off the floor with a blank look in her eyes. “No,” Sally quietly breathed. “I’m too late.” “Cindy, how did the doll know?” said Snow dully. “I can smell some magic in this one, Snow,” said Cinderella. “Perhaps she had a vision telling her what was to come. Ha! For all the good it will do.” “Snow, Cindy. Please, let me help you,” said Sally, backing away as the two vampiric princesses advanced. “I don’t know how this happened, but if you would let me take you both to Halloween Town I promise we can fix you both!” “Fix? Why you little, foolish doll!” Cinderella sneered. “You, a citizen of Halloween Town, think we need fixing? Don’t you think we are better this way?” “No, I don’t!” said Sally. “Neither of you were meant to be like this! What about your princes? Your friends?” “I’d like to see our friends, Cindy. Can we see our friends?” Snow White’s face began to become more threatening and animalistic. “Of course, Snow,” Cinderella soothed. “We’ll see all of our friends.” She glared at Sally. “But as for this one. This doll has no blood for us. So I suppose we’ll need another way to dispose of her. Rip her to shreds!” Snow White hissed and leaped at Sally, snatching her wrist. Sally quickly pulled a loose thread causing her hand to come off her arm. Snow White fell back into Cinderella and Sally bolted out of the room. The ragdoll’s hand writhed in Snow White’s grasp until it sprang loose and chased after it’s owner. “After her!” screeched Cinderella. “Everyone!” Sally yelled as she ran down the stairs and towards the ballroom. “We have to get out of here now!” “Sally, what’s going on?” Jasmine asked. “It’s probably just Halloween joke again,” said Ariel. “Please! This isn’t a game! You are all in danger…!” With a piercing wail, the vampire princesses flew into the ballroom. Servants and princesses screamed and ran for their lives. Sally ducked down, causing Snow White to miss her and fly straight into Ariel. The mermaid could only scream as Snow White’s fangs did their work. “ARIEL!” Belle cried. Jasmine grabbed her hand and ran with her to the doors that led to the cellar. “Belle, we’ve got to go! Now!” Jane stood frozen at the stage wall as Cinderella advanced on her. “Please, Cindy! Your highness! It’s me! Jane!” “Oh, I remember you!” Cinderella hissed. “And you’ll remember this night for eternity!” THWACK! A wooden pole wielded by Esmeralda cracked Cinderella in the face. Esmeralda stood on the stage and offered the end of the pole to Jane. “Grab on!” Jane took hold of the pole and was yanked onto the stage before Cinderella could grab her. “Follow me!” Esmeralda ushered Jane towards the curtains at the back of her stage as Cinderella recovered. Sally watched in amazement as the ballroom fell into chaos. The vampiric Ariel and Snow White stood on either side of her. She pulled out a jar from her pouch. “Oo! What’s that, doll?” Ariel snickered. “Unless it’s some garlic you can’t escape us!” sneered Snow White. “Sorry, no garlic,” said Sally, holding the jar above her head. “How about some Frog’s Breath?” She smashed the jar on the ground, releasing a frog that belched a powerful stench. Ariel and Snow White choked and gasped for air, allowing Sally to dash out of the ballroom. “Find them!” ordered Cinderella. “Find them all! Take their blood and make them like us! Any that resist, let them rot! This will be a Halloween they will never forget!” OK: Esmeralda has her skills and props. Sally has her Halloween Town knowledge and potions. Who will be the ‘Final Girl’, surviving and stopping the vampire outbreak? Game On! And Happy Halloween!

SPOOKY SEASON SHOWDOWNS: AN ANTHOLOGY Cindy Moon adjusted the brim of her pointy black hat as she scanned the bustling party. Paper bats swung lazily from the ceiling, and faux cobwebs adorned the walls. The Agents of Atlas’ Halloween bash was in full swing, and it was the kind of event Cindy preferred as it was casual with no high-stakes drama Cindy wove through a crowd of colleagues after she spotted Peter Parker in the corner. "Wow, really?" Cindy said with a smirk. She eyed his old worn-out, homemade Spider-Man suit. "That’s your costume? Not even a different theme for the holiday? If you were going to stick with Spider suits I’m sure you could have gotten some better ideas during our time in the Spiderverse.” Peter shrugged. “Hey, I came for the laid-back vibe. That’s why I accepted Jimmy Woo’s invitation. It’s not a mutant fashion show like the Hellfire Gala or one of those recruitment drives disguised as a fun party that the Avengers like to throw.” Cindy laughed. “True. I’d probably have a breakdown trying to mingle with those crowds. Also, no Wanda glaring daggers at my witch costume for being ‘thematically problematic.’” Cindy twirled her broomstick prop with a grin. Peter leaned against the wall. "So... a witch, huh? I thought you'd go full spider-themed too. Something personal with the outfit?" "Well," Cindy admitted, "there’s this old folklore thing. Spiders and witches have been linked in stories forever, right? But honestly, I just thought it looked cool.” Their conversation was interrupted when Morrigan Aensland glided toward them with magnetic grace. Her green hair swayed and her purple and black wings fluttered slightly with each step. She appeared to be floating and walking simultaneously. Morrigan immediately locked eyes with Peter, but did not speak. Cindy tilted her head. “I don’t recognize her. You know her?” She lowered her voice and added, “She’s... really committing to that succubus outfit.” Morrigan overheard Cindy’s comment and smirked. "That’s no costume, dear." Peter blinked in recognition. "Morrigan?! What—what are you doing here?" Cindy shot him a confused look. "Wait, you do know her?" Morrigan’s lips curled into a sultry smile. "Peter and I have crossed paths a few times. Always... a memorable experience for us both." Peter’s face turned bright red and he caught a suspicious look from Silk. "Not like that! It’s not what you think, Cindy." Cindy put up her hands. “Hey, it’s none of my business.” Morrigan chuckled. She clearly enjoyed his discomfort. “Such modesty, Spider-Man. A rare trait these days.” “Seriously, though,” Peter said, attempting to shift the conversation, “what brings you to New York?” Morrigan’s teasing demeanor faded, and her expression turned serious. “Jedah Dohma attacked me. He released Lilith from within me again. I’m no longer whole.” "Lilith? And... what do you mean by 'not whole'?" asked Peter. Morrigan sighed. "Lilith is a fragment of my soul. A piece of me that was split off and given her own form. If I don’t reabsorb her, I’ll remain incomplete and vulnerable. But that’s not the worst part: Lilith is terrified of being reabsorbed. She fled here, to your human world, to New York, to escape me." Cindy folded her arms. "So what exactly are you?” “I’m a darkstalker, honey, but there isn’t much time to explain.” Morrigan fixed her gaze on Peter and moved in closs. "I knew if anyone could find her in this city, it’d be you. I thought... perhaps we could have one of our little adventures again." Cindy raised an eyebrow at Peter, but he quickly shook his head. "Not what it sounds like, I swear." Morrigan continued, "I need help. I can’t get close to Lilith myself. She’ll sense me and run. Not to mention I’m dealing with challenges to my throne from both Jedah and Demitri now. I can’t afford to stay here long." Peter scratched the back of his neck. “Okay, I get it. You want my help to track down Lilith.” “Yes. If you can capture her, I can take her back and restore myself.” Cindy tapped her chin thoughtfully. "But... if she was a part of you, wouldn’t she recognize Peter from your ‘adventures together’ and avoid him just as much?" This possibility hadn’t occurred to Morrigan before now. “You raise up a good point. I doubt even a change in costume would prevent her from recognizing him, it didn’t stop me.” “How did you recognize him?” asked Cindy. “How did you even find us?” Morrigan’s smile returned. “There is a magnetic pull that brings us together. It could be a succubus thing. Think of it like... an invisible thread connecting us. You two have it too, you know. I can sense it.” Cindy gave a wry smile of her own. "Yeah, we call that ‘being bitten by the same radioactive spider.’ But we handle it professionally." Morrigan gave a knowing chuckle but said nothing. Peter cleared his throat. "So, it seems that Cindy... you are probably the best shot we’ve got at tracking down Lilith. Can you do me this favor?" Cindy sighed.. “Fine. But what am I walking into? What should I expect?” "Lilith looks like a younger version of me. She’s got short lavender hair and red wings,” explained Morrigan. “She’s mischievous and playful, but don’t be fooled, she is a good fighter and can drain souls through physical contact just like me. She will want to toy with you before she strikes." “Oh, great.” Peter placed a hand on Cindy’s shoulder. "You’ve got this. Just... be careful, okay?" “Of course.” Morrigan glanced at Peter. “So then while she is doing that, will you return my world with me and help me defend my throne?” Peter nodded. Cindy gave him a playful smirk. "You be careful too, Romeo. Keep your wits about you.” “Always,” replied Peter. Morrigan smiled approvingly at Cindy. "I trust Peter’s judgment, so I am trusting you. I’m depending on you. My kingdom’s fate may lie in your hands and your ability to subdue Lilith. Good luck." “I’ve got this.” With that, Cindy excused herself and slipped away to a quieter part of the room. She changed into her Silk outfit. Moments later, she was swinging through the chilly New York night, weaving between buildings with precision. It was not how she was expecting her night to go and she was still unsure about Morrigan herself. Yet, she was doing this for Peter. The streets below were surprisingly quiet, Cindy’s sharp eyes scanned every alley, every rooftop for a sign of her target.And then, near a dimly lit park, Silk spotted her. Lilith. The succubus hovered above a trio of unconscious civilians. She glowed with a faint, ethereal light as she drained their life force. She looked almost childlike, but her innocent appearance was betrayed by the malevolent glint in her eyes. Silk landed silently on a nearby rooftop and crouched low. "Okay, Cindy. You got this."

SPOOKY SEASON SHOWDOWNS: AN ANTHOLOGY Location: Munchkin Country A swirling vortex of green magic tore through the air as Pumpkin Jack and his traveling companions, the knowledgeable owl and the always nervous crow, were unceremoniously dumped onto a soft bed of vibrant green grass. Jack groaned as he sat up and brushed clumps of foliage off his tattered coat. His jack-o'-lantern head flickered dimly with frustration. The crow flapped quickly into the air by his side, shaking off the daze. They had landed in Munchkin Country, in the eastern region of Oz, though none of them knew it yet. The landscape was beautiful, filled with rows of brilliant blue flowers and small, cozy cottages. Jack looked around suspiciously. "Where in hell are we?" He tapped the owl impatiently with his shovel. "You’re the one in the know, bird. Start talking!" The owl hooted in exasperation. "I... I don’t know! This was not part of the Devil’s plan. One moment that dastardly wizard was ranting about dimensions and powerful magic, and then the next second we’re here." Jack groaned. "Figures. That lousy wizard knocked us out or cursed us or... something. I’ll shove this shovel right up his…" "Uhh, Jack?" the crow interrupted as he flew around Jack’s head. "We’ve got company." Two small, stout munchkins in checkered blue outfits wandered up from behind a nearby hedge. One, a woman with curly brown hair tucked under a bonnet, regarded the trio with concern . "Are you alright, Jack? That was quite the fall you took!" "Huh? How do you know my name?" The munchkins exchanged amused glances. The other munchkin, a man with a bushy mustache, chuckled. "Oh, everyone knows about you, Jack Pumpkinhead! Queen Ozma’s dear friend, always getting into trouble and going on adventures. You’re practically a legend!" Jack started to grin. “It’s always nice when people appreciate my greatness, but you mixed my name up and I don’t have any dear friends.” “Where are we?” asked the owl. “Why, you’re in Munchkin Country of course,” the male munchkin replied with a smile. “Munchkin Country? What the hell is that?” asked the crow. The munchkins were startled by the crow’s language. “It is the land… of the Eastern Region of Oz.” The crow flew around in a circle in an agitated state. “Oz?!? That can’t be right. That can’t be right.” “Be quiet, bird,” Jack demanded. He turned his attention to the munchkins. “How do I get back home? I have a wizard to kill and a world to ruin!” The munchkins went pale. "What… what is going on, Jack? What would make you say such horrid things?” the mustached munchkin asked. “I think he has been possessed by the Wicked Witch,’ suggested the female munchkin. “We should go…. go get help!” The two quickly scurried away. “It doesn't appear that the direct approach will be very helpful right now,” the owl noted. “Perhaps you should rely more on your conman roots, Jack, if we are to find a way home.” Jack scoffed and dismissed the owl’s concerns. “They were saying we are in Oz. There is no way that is true. Oz is a children’s story. This must be an illusion conjured up by that infernal wizard.” “Don’t be so sure. Many fantastical tales are based on actual places and events that the writers can only express in fictional stories to avoid being shunned by human society,” said the owl. Jack grew irritated. “So you think we are actually in the land of Oz? What kind of bullshit is this?” “What do we do, Jack?” asked the crow. Jack thought for a moment. “We find the Wizard of Oz. A damn wizard banished us here, another one can send us back. The owl hooted skeptically. "Finding the Wizard of Oz is no good. He doesn’t have magic like that, his whole thing was a scam." Jack got in close to the owl. “Then what’s your suggestion, bird?” “We must find the silver shoes. They can take us home.” “How do we do that?” The crow squawked. “I have spotted the Yellow Brick Road. We can follow it. Someone along the trail should know how to get the Silver Shoes.” “Blasted plot contrivances,” Jack complained. He gripped his shovel firmly. “If any of those munchkins dare to sing to me, I’m taking off their head.” Pumpkin Jack, the crow, and the owl weren’t far into their journey before word of their presence had spread throughout the land of Oz. Although the stories of his cruelty and disdain still had him mistaken for Jack Pumpkinhead. Location: Quadling Country Glinda the Good, the ruler of the southern Quadling Country, sat on her elegant throne when one of her attendants rushed in, breathless. "Mistress! Jack Pumpkinhead is causing trouble on the Yellow Brick Road. He’s threatening munchkins and demanding the silver shoes!" Glinda blinked in confusion. "Jack Pumpkinhead? But... that doesn’t sound like him at all." "It’s true, Your Grace!" the attendant insisted. "He’s been scaring everyone in his path!" Concern spread across Glinda’s serene face. "This requires my attention." She gathered her magic staff and, with a swirl of pink light, transported herself to the Yellow Brick Road. From a distance, she saw them, Pumpkin Jack and his companions. The pumpkin-headed rogue stalked along the road with his shovel in hand, grumbling irritably. The crow and the owl flew beside him. Glinda narrowed her eyes as she observed Jack more closely. Something was wrong. Though he shared some similarities to Jack Pumpkinhead, this newcomer had different carvings for his face and a light forged by fire emanating from his jack-o-lantern head. More importantly, he exuded an unsettling, chaotic energy. The air around him practically bubbled with mischief. It was unlike anything she had felt before. “I think I preferred fighting monsters in our world,” Jack complained. “Everyone here is so weak and pathetic.” “Do you think we will run across one of the Wicked Witches on our journey?” asked the crow. “If we do, hopefully they won’t try to eat Jack’s head like the last one,” answered the owl. “That’s not funny, That crooked witch wanted to put my head in a vegetable soup,” Jack recalled. “I can check for any nearby wells for water just to be safe,” the crow offered. Glinda stepped back from her position, she felt that confronting this rogue version of Jack personally would not be the best course of action. A plan began to form in her mind, and with another flash of pink light, she transported herself to the north, deep into Gillikin Country. Location: Gillikin Country In a quiet grove in Gillikin Country, the actual Jack Pumpkinhead sat beneath a tree and hummed a tune to himself. He was as gentle and innocent as ever. A scarecrow-like figure with a carved pumpkin for a head and thin wooden limbs. His peaceful day was interrupted by a soft gust of wind and the appearance of Glinda. "Glinda!" Jack exclaimed. He stood up eagerly. "What brings you here?" "Urgent news, I’m afraid," Glinda explained. "There is someone in Oz who looks remarkably like you... but he’s frightening the people and causing trouble." Jack gasped. "That’s terrible! What’s he doing?" "He’s been demanding the silver shoes and attacking the citizens of Oz,” she replied. “Why would he do that? What does he want the silver shoes for?” Jack wondered. “My best guess is he wishes to use them to return to his own world. How he knows about them, I do not know. But, he can’t be allowed to take the silver shoes. Not only can this world not afford to lose them but I shudder to think of the power they could grant someone with such evil aura. We all remember the Wicked Witch of the East.” “Are you not strong enough to face him?” Jack asked sincerely. “It is not my fight, it is yours,” stated Glinda. “How do you reach that conclusion?” “For everyone who sees him in Oz, he wears your face. Even if I stopped him, the belief would still be that it was you who caused all this chaos. I doubt even my testimony would change the minds of those who have been victimized. The only way to clear your name is for you to be the one to stop him where everyone can see and know your innocence and bravery,,” Glinda declared. Jack was stunned. “I have to fight him?” “Perhaps, perhaps not. You just have to stop him from getting his hands on the silver shoes.” “Couldn’t we just find another way for him to get home and make everyone happy?” “There may be an alternative way to help him leave, but even if we were to find that you would still need to show all of Oz that you are not him or convince him to apologize for his actions with neither option being an easy path,” Glind admitted. Jack panicked..“Oh man! What am I going to do?” Glinda regarded him gently. “Jack,it is not fair to place this burden on your shoulders. But, the moment has picked you to be the champion of Oz and I have all the faith that you will step up to this challenge.”

Welcome everyone to another Godzilla What If story. Since there is a new Venom movie coming out, and Halloween is on the way, I thought now would be a good time to write this fanfic. In this scenario, I’m going to have the Showa Hedorah be like Venom and the Symbiotes from Marvel Comics. Now the way I will be writing this story, there won’t be a lot of details, but at least this will make things go much faster. I hope you all will enjoy this fanfic. So then, let's begin. Our story begins in Godzilla vs Hedorah (1971). Godzilla comes to Sagami Bay to have his first fight with Hedorah. The fight would play out the same. But instead of escaping into the ocean, Hedorah thinks of another way to survive. Hedorah jumps onto Godzilla and causes his body to spread all over the dinosaur. Godzilla tries to fight off Hedorah, but finds it impossible, as the alien is sticking to his body. Soon the King of the Monsters and the Smog Monster are merged into one monster. Hedorah is able to communicate with Godzilla through a mind-link. The Smog Monster tells Godzilla all he wants to do is live on this planet. But Godzilla tells Hedorah that his existence alone will put the Earth in danger. However, Hedorah tells Godzilla that as long as he has a host, his toxins will be neutralized, and he will no longer need to rely on pollution to survive. Plus, Hedorah tells the Monster King, he will help him hunt down the other Smog Monster that is on Earth. After some discussion, Godzilla and Hedorah agree to have a partnership. As one monster, they will be known as Hedzilla. Meanwhile, somewhere in the ocean, the other Hedorah could sense a member of its species had turned traitor. Now not to cause confusion, I will be calling the second Smog Monster, Grendel. Since that’s Hedorah’s name in Godzilla: Here There Be Dragons II - Sons of Giants (2024). To survive the upcoming fight, Grendel goes on a search for a host as well. As time pass by, Grendel come across Faro Island. Once Grendel finds King Kong, he merges with the giant ape. Grendel communicate with Kong, telling the primate that he needs help to fight an enemy. When the two monsters have finished their discussion, Kong offers to help out Grendel. They will be known as Hedkong. Later on, Hedzilla and Hedkong would meet in Tokyo. Godzilla and King Kong could tell who the other was and were not happy to see each other. The Two Fused-Hedorah-Monsters started an all-out brawl in the city. Not only Hedzilla and Hedkong were using their fists against one another, but both were using their Crimson Energy Beams and Acidic Mud against each other. However, their Hedorah-Attacks weren’t doing that much to one another. Hedzilla couldn’t use his Atomic Ray, as it was useless against a Hedorah. The two pollution-monsters were about evenly matched. As the fight was dragging on, Hedkong notices some power lines near by. Now normally electricity would make King Kong stronger, but when Hedkong bites into the power lines, the merged monster suffers in pain. That is because the Hedorahs are weak against electricity. This gives Hedzilla an idea. After Hedzilla knocks his opponent down, Hedorah removes his goo flesh from Godzilla’s arm, allowing the dinosaur to grab the power lines. Hedzilla force feeds the power lines to Hedkong. While King Kong is getting stronger, his body is generating electricity that is drying up Grendel. When it was over, Grendel became nothing more than a dried-up shell that crumbles from Kong’s body. But Hedzilla’s idea was a double-edged sword, as King Kong was now charged up. With his partner dead, King Kong was in rage, and attacks Hedzilla with electric punches. While the electric attacks do harm Hedzilla, he still has the edge over King Kong with the Atomic Ray, Crimson Energy Beams, and Acidic Muds. Eventually it gets to the point where King Kong can not fight anymore, as Hedzilla's attacks have taken their toll on him. To get some good nourishment, Hedzilla's bites off Kong’s head. With the battle now over, Godzilla heads back to Monster Island with his new ally. I would like to point out, that Hedorah can morph his body to give Godzilla back his normal appearance. Just like how the Venom Symbiote can make Eddie Brock look human again. We now go into Godzilla vs Gigan (1972). Hedzilla and Anguirus arrives at an oil refinery, where they face off with Gigan and King Ghidorah. With Hedzilla being stronger than normal Showa Godzilla, he would give the space monster duo trouble. Hedzilla's toxins would corrode Gigan’s metal parts, as well as give the cyborg acid burns on his flesh parts. King Ghidorah’s Gravity Beams do have a huge effect against Hedzilla. But with Anguirus being there to back up Hedzilla, the space monsters are on the losing end of the fight. Gigan and King Ghidorah are able to lead Hedzilla to Godzilla Tower. The Tower fires a laser from its mouth that hits Hedzilla in the face and knocks him down to the ground. Godzilla Tower repeatedly uses its laser cannon to attack Hedzilla. Hedorah is able to separate himself from Godzilla. Before Godzilla Tower could attack either monster, Hedorah fires shots of Acidic Mud at the alien base. The Acidic Mud does damage to Godzilla Tower with one mud-ball going into the building’s mouth. When the laser cannon clogs up, Godzilla Tower explodes. Godzilla and Hedorah merge back into Hedzilla, and they, along with Anguirus, continue to fight the space monsters. Gigan becomes too weak by Hedzilla's toxins and is eventually killed by the pollution monster. King Ghidorah does escape into space. But unknown to Hedzilla, Anguirus, and even King Ghidorah himself, a small piece of Hedorah had gotten into an open wound on the golden dragon. The moisture of Ghidorah’s blood turns the piece into a living Hedorah. As the new Hedorah soaks in the blood, it goes through a mutation. Next up is Godzilla vs Megalon (1973). Things would play-out the same up to the point where Jet Jaguar goes to Monster Island to get Hedzilla to fight Megalon. The Seatopians sent out a distress call to the Space Hunter Nebula M Aliens to send backup for Megalon. But since Gigan is dead, the aliens send in King Ghidorah to Earth. Jet Jaguar would have his battle with Megalon, until King Ghidorah shows up and attacks the giant robot. After Jet Jaguar gets a beat down from both Megalon and King Ghidorah, Hedzilla arrives to rescue his robot ally. However, King Ghidorah is glad to see Hedzilla. King Ghidorah wanted to get back at Hedzilla for the humiliation from last time and show the pollution monster his new partner. A red goo suddenly appears allover King Ghidorah’s body, and soon in his place is a new monster known as Red Ghidorah. Godzilla could feel Hedorah was afraid. Hedorah warns Godzilla that Red Hedorahs are very strong, ferocious, and dangerous. Hedorah also tells Godzilla that they need to run away, or else they will die. But Godzilla refuses to back down. Godzilla tells Hedorah that if they don’t fight, the Earth is doomed, and Red Ghidorah would eventually go after them. As much as Hedorah didn’t want to fight this foe, he knew Godzilla was right. Hedzilla fights Red Ghidorah, while Jet Jaguar continues his battle with Megalon. Hedzilla is having a hard time fighting Red Ghidorah. To make matters worse, King Ghidorah can use his Gravity Beams against Hedzilla without the electric attacks hurting the Red Hedorah. Jet Jaguar temporary knocks out Megalon and goes to help out Hedzilla. But even with Hedzilla and Jet Jaguar working together, they were still out matched by Red Ghidorah. Also, it didn’t help that parts of Jet Jaguar were getting corroded by Red Ghidorah’s toxins. When Megalon got back into action, he fired Napalm Bombs at Hedzilla and Jet Jaguar. But the two giants were able to dodge the Napalm Bombs, which made the exploding balls hit Red Ghidorah instead. Red Ghidorah was in pain as parts of his body were either burned away or dried up. In rage, Red Ghidorah uses his Gravity Beams to attack Megalon. It was Megalon’s turn to be enraged, as he gets into a fight with Red Ghidorah. However, Red Ghidorah was overpowering the Seatopian Deity. Both Hedzilla and Jet Jaguar knew that if they wanted to beat Red Ghidorah, they would need Megalon's help. Red Ghidorah uses two of his heads to grab Megalon by his arms. The red space monster holds Megalon up in the air and tries to rip the giant bug in half. But Hedzilla body slams Red Ghidorah, which sets Megalon free. Jet Jaguar helps Megalon back up and tells the insect that they all need to work together to beat Red Ghidorah. As much as Megalon hates the idea of working with Hedzilla and Jet Jaguar, he knows that he needs all the help he can get. While Hedzilla, Jet Jaguar, and Megalon were working together, they were still having a hard time fighting Red Ghidorah. But the three monsters came up with a plan. A Red Hedorah maybe superior, but it still has the same weakness as a normal Hedorah. Megalon uses his Napalm Bombs to create a ring of fire which traps Red Ghidorah. The red dragon could feel the heat drying up his body. Red Ghidorah flies out of the ring of fire, only to be shot down by Hedzilla’s Crimson Energy Beams and Megalon's Electrical Bolt. The Red Hedorah separates from King Ghidorah and flies off to save itself. Hedzilla uses his Atomic Ray to fly and goes after the Red Hedorah. When Hedzilla catches up, he knocks the Red Hedorah out of the sky. The Red Hedorah tries to fight back, but without a host, the red beast is out matched by Hedzilla. In the end, Hedzilla eats the Red Hedorah. Just like how Venom eats the Carnage Symbiote in the 2021 movie. Meanwhile, King Ghidorah is down on the ground, as he is getting a beat down from Jet Jaguar and Megalon. When Hedzilla rejoins his allies, he bites off all three heads of King Ghidorah. To make sure there won’t be anymore Red Hedorahs, Hedzilla uses his Atomic Ray to burn away King Ghidorah’s corpse. Jet Jaguar offer his hand to Megalon for a handshake. But Megalon declines by swatting the robot’s hand away. While they may had worked together against a common enemy, it didn’t mean Megalon wanted to be friends with Hedzilla and Jet Jaguar. But Megalon knew his mission had failed, as there was no way he could beat the duo giants on his own. So, Megalon goes underground to head back to Seatopia. Hedorah removes his goo flesh from Godzilla's arm, allowing the dinosaur to shake hands with Jet Jaguar without corroding the robot. Now while the Zone Fighter TV Series is canon, I won’t be covering it. Godzilla only appears in a few episodes. To make it simple, the show will mostly play out the same. Since Godzilla has fused with Hedorah, he will have an easier time fighting against the Terror-Beasts. Also, since Gigan and King Ghidorah are dead here, the episodes they originally appeared in wouldn’t have happened. Moving on to Godzilla vs Mechagodzilla (1974). Now Mechagodzilla is going to be different here. For some time, the Simians have been studying Hedzilla. The aliens know if they create a weapon to combat Hedzilla, it will suffer damage from the monster’s toxins. However, the space apes do come up with a plan. They do create Mechagodzilla, using a liquid metal armor for his body. The liquid metal can repair Mechagodzilla from any damage. Mechagodzilla can even use the liquid metal to turn his hands into blades, as well as shape-shift himself into other monsters. Think of it as Showa Mechagodzilla fusing with the T-1000 from Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991). Mechagodzilla disguises himself as Godzilla and goes on a rampage in Japan. Fake Godzilla gets into a fight with Anguirus, and defeats him like in canon. Hedzilla battles Fake Godzilla at the refinery. But no matter what damage Hedzilla does to Fake Godzilla, the robot’s body is repaired in seconds. The imposter then reveals his true form to Hedzilla. Mechagodzilla uses his missiles and lasers to overpower the pollution monster. Hedzilla and Mechagodzilla get into a beam-lock, only for there to be an explosion that knocks both competitors back. Hedzilla falls into the bay, while Mechagodzilla suffers major damage to his head-control unit. The liquid metal can only repair the outside of Mechagodzilla’s body. This forces the Simians to withdraw, and recall Mechagodzilla back to their Okinawa base. During a storm, Hedzilla gets back to Monster Island. Hedorah separates himself from Godzilla, allowing the King of the Monsters to absorb lightning into his body. Afterward, the two monsters were discussing a plan to beat Mechagodzilla. Things play out the same, until Godzilla shows up to stop Mechagodzilla from destroying King Caesar. Mechagodzilla was confused as his sensors weren’t picking up Hedorah on Godzilla’s body. The ground beneath Mechagodzilla exploded, causing the robot to fall down. Rising out of the dirt is the fusion of Hedorah and Anguirus known as Hedorus. The toxin dinosaur jumps onto Mechagodzilla with his acid body eating away at the robot’s armor. To do more damage, Hedorus uses his claws to dig into Mechagodzilla’s body. However, the liquid metal was repairing Mechagodzilla faster than Hedorus could cause any damage. Mechagodzilla uses his missiles to blast Hedorus off him. Godzilla, Hedorus, and King Caesar all ganged up on Mechagodzilla. But even with it being three-on-one, Mechagodzilla still has the upper hand. The three monsters can’t even cause permanent damage to Mechagodzilla because of the liquid metal. Hedorus comes up with an idea and tells Godzilla and King Caesar to buy him some time. While Godzilla and King Caesar are keeping Mechagodzilla busy, Hedorus is digging a giant hole in the ground. Thanks to absorbing the lightning back on Monster Island, Godzilla uses magnetic powers to draw Mechagodzilla towards him and holds the robot in place. When Hedorus gets done, he roars to Godzilla to bring Mechagodzilla to the hole. Godzilla and King Caesar drag Mechagodzilla, and throw him into the hole. After Hedorah separates himself from Anguirus, the Smog Monster releases a continuous stream of sludge into the hole. The Acidic Sludge was eating away at Mechagodzilla's body. The liquid metal couldn’t keep up with its repairs, as the sludge was overpowering it. Mechagodzilla tried to get out of the hole, but Godzilla kept the robot down with his Atomic Ray. With no way to escape, Mechagodzilla met his end, as the Acidic Sludge dissolved his body. To make sure the Acidic Sludge doesn’t cause any problems, Godzilla uses his Atomic Ray to seal up the hole. Godzilla and Hedorah merged back into Hedzilla, and they, along with Anguirus, head back to Monster Island, while King Caesar goes back to sleep. With there nothing left of Mechagodzilla, the Simians don’t have the means to build Mechagodzilla 2. However, the aliens do have a backup plan. Now we move on to what would have been Terror of Mechagodzilla (1975). Things go pretty much the same, until we get to the point where Titanosaurus attacks a city at night. Hedzilla appears and gets into a fight with Titanosaurus. Since Hedzilla is stronger than the canon Showa Godzilla, he is easily beating the aquatic dinosaur. Before Hedzilla can finish off Titanosaurus, the pollution monster gets hit by Crimson Energy Beams. Another monster has entered the battle. To Hedzilla’s shock, it’s another Hedorah. But this Hedorah is different, as instead of being dark green, it was pink and light blue. A while back, the Simians went to the Dark Gaseous Nebula of the Orion and captured a Hedorah. The Simians had genetically altered the Hedorah, and made the monster obedient to them. This creature is known as Neo Hedorah. Just like the one from Godzilla Island (1997). The Simians had ordered Neo Hedorah to save Titanosaurus from being killed by Hedzilla. Hedzilla fights back by firing his Crimson Energy Beams. But to Hedzilla's shock, the energy beams are absorbed into Neo Hedorah’s body. Neo Hedorah uses the extra energy to fire more powerful Crimson Energy Beams at Hedzilla. Knowing that his energy attacks are useless, Hedzilla uses physical attacks against Neo Hedorah. While Hedzilla and Neo Hedorah are fighting, a group of Interpol Agents shoot Katsura off a nearby cliff, causing Dr. Mafune to order Titanosaurus to retreat in order to rescue her. With Titanosaurus out of harm’s way, the Simians order Neo Hedorah to retreat as well. Neo Hedorah releases a gas that causes poison mushrooms to grow on Hedzilla's body. Hedzilla felt he was getting weaker, as the mushrooms were sapping his energy. But it was only temporary, as Hedzilla's acid body ate away at the mushrooms. But it did give Neo Hedorah time to escape. Later on, Neo Hedorah and Titanosaurus are attacking Tokyo, until Hedzilla shows up to face the duo. But Hedzilla is facing a new enemy, as Neo Hedorah combines with Titanosaurus to form Hedorahsaurus. Hedzilla and Hedorahsaurus are about evenly matched. But without using his own energy attacks, Hedzilla is having a difficult time. However, Hedzilla receives help from some unsuspected allies. With the threat of Hedkong and Red Ghidorah in the past, the Japan Self-Defense Forces (JSDF) have been working on Anti-Hedorah weapons. To combat Hedorahsaurus, the JSDF send in five Markalite Cannons. They would be similar to the ones from the Mysterians movie. The Markalite Cannons fire their Energy Ray, only for Hedorahsaurus to absorb the attacks into his body. Hedorahsaurus fires his Crimson Energy Beams at the Markalite Cannons, but their dish absorbs the attacks. The Markalite Cannons are able to fire more powerful Energy Rays, but like before, Hedorahsaurus can absorb them. Hedorahsaurus and the Markalite Cannons go back and forth, firing at each other, and absorbing the other’s beams. But it gets to point where the Markalite Cannons’ Energy Ray gets so hot that Hedorahsaurus’ body is starting to dry out. Hedorahsaurus was going to use physical attacks against the Markalite Cannons, but Hedzilla gets in his way. While Hedzilla fights Hedorahsaurus in hand-to-hand combat, the Markalite Cannons continue to fire their Energy Ray at the blue and pink monster. Neo Hedorah dies of dryness and crumbles from Titanosaurus’ body. Titanosaurus once again finds himself outmatched by Hedzilla. The fight comes to an end as Hedzilla fires an Atomic Ray that causes Titanosaurus to tumble off a cliff and fall back into the ocean. Now we go into 1999 with the events of Destroy All Monsters (1968). Hedzilla and many of Earth's monsters would be placed at Monster Land to be studied by humans. The monsters are held against their will through a combination of gas and magnetic walls. There are even Anti-Hedorah devices that keep Hedzilla from escaping the island. While the monsters are prisoners, they’re able to gorge on food, leaving them relatively docile. The Kilaaks invade the island and use knock-out gas on the monsters and humans. But the gas doesn’t have an effect on Hedzilla. The pollution monster drives the alien invaders off Monster Land. With no monsters or humans to enslave, the Kilaaks have no means to conquer the Earth. As much as the Kilaaks hate to do it, the alien women turn to another alien race for help. The Kilaaks form an alliance with the Space Hunter Nebula M Aliens. The two races agree to work together as long as they share the Earth. The giant cockroaches also wanted revenge on Megalon for killing their King Ghidorah. Since the defeat of Red Ghidorah, the cockroaches have been creating an army of Gigans. They look just like the ones seen in Godzilla vs Gigan Rex (2022). The Space Hunter Nebula M Aliens have been waiting for the right moment to attack the Earth. But, now with the alliance of the Kilaaks, the cockroaches could now strike. The Earth was soon under attack by the Gigans. With no choice, the humans freed all the monsters on Monster Land. Sensing their planet is in danger, the monsters go around the world to fight the Gigans. Rodan and Anguirus appear in Moscow to fight a Gigan. Minilla, Mothra, and Kumonga fight a Gigan in Beijing. Manda and Varan go up against a Gigan in London. Gorosaurus and Baragon team up against a Gigan in Paris. Megalon is defending his kingdom from a Gigan. Hedzilla beats a group of Gigans, while making his way to the Kilaak Base in Mount Fuji. But the base is guarded by King Ghidorah. Now you may be asking; wasn’t King Ghidorah killed? Well, according to some sources, there are two King Ghidorahs in the Showa Universe. One that appeared in the 60's, and another one that appeared in the 70's. This King Ghidorah happens to be the one who fought Godzilla, Rodan, and Mothra back in the 60's. Now keep in mind that this King Ghidorah has fought seven monsters in the original DAM movie. But with the combined might of Godzilla and Hedorah, the fused monster is able to hold his own against King Ghidorah. That is, until the Kilaaks send in the Fire Dragon. Between King Ghidorah's Gravity Beams and the Fire Dragon’s flames, Hedzilla was having a tough time fighting these foes. However, Hedzilla gets his own backup as the Moonlight SY-3 shows up. The Moonlight SY-3 takes out the Fire Dragon, while Hedzilla kills King Ghidorah. Hedzilla then destroys the Kilaak Base. With the Kilaaks defeated, the Space Hunter Nebula M Aliens order all the remaining Gigans to retreat. Megalon had beaten his Gigan opponent, while the Earth Monsters didn’t suffer any casualties. Hedzilla and the Earth Monsters would return to Monster Land. The island would no longer be a prison, but an actual home for the monsters. Godzilla and Hedorah would enter a time of peace. If the world is ever in danger again, it would have Hedzilla to save the day. If you have made it this far, thank you very much for reading this scenario. If you could, please give this story a reply. If you think things would have gone differently with Hedorah as Venom, let me know in the comments. Also, let me know if you want to see more Godzilla What Ifs like this. Anyway, that’s all. I hope you all enjoyed my fanfic. Goodbye.

SPOOKY SEASON SHOWDOWNS: AN ANTHOLOGY In the middle of his shift at Family Video, Steve Harrington stacked a pile of returned tapes. It was Halloween, the one day where he could expect to see a parade of costume-clad kids and teens filing in to rent horror flicks or cult classics. But it was far from busy. Steve leaned against the counter and tapped his fingers absentmindedly, his mind elsewhere. He had been on a lot of dates recently, too many to count, but none of them felt right. They were fun, sure, but it was all surface-level. Not like what he had with Nancy Wheeler, or even what he has now with Robin. With Nancy, he thought he’d found something deep. And with Robin, well, that was a different thing altogether. Either way neither of those women were long time relationship prospects and Steve was starting to lose some hope. Steve sighed. “I don’t know if I can keep doing this.” He had a date that night with Jenna Whooly. She had gone to the same high school as Steve although they only briefly interacted at the time. She was very pretty, and a sweet girl. He’d run into her last week at Family Video when she came in for a rental. She was visiting home from college, and before he knew it, they were making plans. They had gone on a few dates before tonight and he had agreed to take her to a costume party. But now, standing there, he wasn't sure if he wanted to go and not just because the last costume party he had attended was when he was still with Nancy, and it didn’t go well. The phone rang and cut through his thoughts. He picked it up and slipped into customer service mode. “Family Video, Steve speaking.” “Hey, Steve! It’s Jenna,” said a bubbly voice on the other end. “Just calling to make sure we’re still on for tonight!” Steve forced some enthusiasm. “Yeah, of course! Looking forward to it.” “Great! I’m so excited. I’ll see you after your shift!” Jenna chirped before hanging up. Steve set the phone down and exhaled. Maybe he should have called it off. Jenna was great, she was kind and she was definitely into him, but he knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. Then Steve got mad at himself, after all that he had been through the last couple of years, a distracting date with a fun girl on Halloween was probably exactly what he needed. Why was he trying to overcomplicate it. With that, Steve went back to stacking VHS tapes. Meanwhile, across town, Jenna Whooly practically skipped into her living room. "I can't believe I'm dating Steve Harrington!" she said aloud, to no one in particular. “My high school self would've died for this!” She glanced over at her little brother, Dougie. He was dressed in a little red devil costume and was sitting on the couch, frowning as he flipped through a deck of cards from his favorite game, Satan’s Little Helper. He was clearly upset, and Jenna walked toward him. “Dougie, what's wrong?” she asked. Dougie groaned while glaring at his cards. “You’ve been spending all your time with this dumb Steve guy. When you came back we had one movie night, and since then you have ditched me. You’re gonna go back to ollege soon and now you're too busy with him.” Jenna rolled her eyes, annoyed. "Oh, come on, Dougie. This is a big deal! It's Steve Harrington! You wouldn’t understand." “You’re right. I don’t understand,” Dougie shot back. “He is just a guy with stupid hair.” “Don’t be a brat!” It was silent for a moment. Jenna extended an olive branch. “Hey, I promise we will find some more time to hang out before I leave. But Dougie remained unconvinced. He slid off the couch and stormed out the door. Jenna sighed in frustration as she watched him go. “Hey, I found my old renaissance slut outfit for your party tonight,” Jenna’s mom called out from another room. “Why do you call it that? It’s just a wench outfit,” Jenna replied. “Wait to see it, everyone is going to have their eyes on you, Especially Steve.” This entire exchange with her mom made Jenna a little uncomfortable, still she giggled with excitement. Dougie kicked at the pavement as he wandered down the street, his mind filled with bitter thoughts about Steve. He wanted things back the way they were before Jenna started spending all her free time with that interloper.. That’s when Dougie saw him. a man, tall and silent, dressed in all black wearing a pale blue mask that looked like Satan himself. With his black horns and red eyes, the man looked almost exactly like the Satan character from Dougie's favorite card game. The man was also fully in character for Halloween. He stood in front of a boarded-up house with the word BOO written out in what appeared to be real blood. There was also a decoration that looked like a real dead person staged on a couch outside the house. Dougie stopped in his tracks and stared in awe. The presentation was undeniably impressive. “Hey!” Dougie called out. The man turned slowly, his head tilted to one side to acknowledge the boy. Dougie smiled. “You look just like Satan from my card game! Can I play with you? I will be your servant. I can help you cause mayhem and later you can help me send Steve straight to hell!” The masked man did not speak, but he nodded.. Dougie grinned.. Back at Family Video, Steve’s shift was almost over when the phone rang again. He answered it, half-expecting another last-minute rental request. “Family Video, Steve speaking.” “Steve, it’s Jenna.” Although already in costume, Jenna’s voice was filled with uncertainty.. “I think I might have to postpone or maybe cancel tonight. My little brother, Dougie, stormed out earlier, and we haven’t seen him in hours. My parents are freaking out.” Steve felt concern and empathy for Jenna. “I’m really sorry to hear that. Want me to help you look for him?” Jenna hesitated. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. He doesn’t like you, and it might just make things worse.” Steve reflected on his recent past with Dustin, Lucas, and the others. It made him feel confident about being able to help Jenna out. “Hey, I’m great with kids,” Steve said. “It came as a shock to me too, but trust me, I’ll win him over.” Jenna sighed but seemed to relax some. “Okay, thanks. I’ll see you soon.” Steve hung up and grabbed his keys. He was almost positive that this was no big deal and they would find Dougie soon.It had no relation to the Upside-Down. However, he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling creeping up his spine, around this time last year he was battling demodogs. Dougie and the masked man, Satan, had returned to Dougie’s house after an afternoon of fun antics around Hawkins. Dougie had helped Satan gather supplies and they set fire to a couple of buildings. Satan stabbed anyone who got in their way. It looked so real. Dougie was very impressed. It was the most intricate role-playing game he had ever experienced. Perfect for Halloween. Now as they approached the house with Satan’s arm over Dougie’s shoulder, the young boy was giddy with excitement. They slowed their pace as they crept to the back door. “We can set up an ambush for Steve right here,” Dougie whispered. Before they could sneak in, Jenna spotted them. “Dougie!” she shouted. “Where the hell have you been? We’ve been looking everywhere for you! Even Steve’s out there looking for you!” Dougie froze, eyes wide. He hadn’t expected her to find them so quickly. Thinking fast, he gestured to the masked man beside him. “Steve found me,” Dougie lied. “We’ve been bonding.” Jenna blinked in surprise. “Wait, that’s Steve? What kind of costume is that?” Dougie nodded vigorously. “Isn’t it awesome? The coolest costume you’ve ever seen?” Satan remained silent as he stood motionless. “Wow, okay…” Jenna finally said. “You weren’t lying, you really are great with kids, Steve. How did you know he loves Satan so much because of that damn game.” Satan remained silent. “He told me he wants to really embody the character,” said Dougie. Jenna smiled at Satn. “Well I’ll be, alright then, sir. You can set sail with this wench as soon as I tell the parents that Dougie is back.” Satan aggressively grabbed Jenna and caressed her back. “Ooh! You really are getting into character. I hadn’t seen this side to you yet, Steve,” She slowly pulled away from him. “Just give me a few moments and I’m all yours.” As she disappeared inside, Dougie looked up at the masked man. They exchanged thumbs up. “Steve’s gonna be here any second. We need to get ready. Still haven’t figured out a way to distract my parents so they won’t tip him off. Maybe you’ll think of something.” The masked man nodded and moved toward the house, pushing open the door with slow deliberation. He disappeared into Dougie’s home. Dougie waited outside. “I’ll keep lookout!” Jenna returned to the doorway. “Mom and Dad wanted to thank Steve for bringing you back. We’ll be leaving after that, I’m so glad you two….” Suddenly, a scream echoed from inside. Jenna spun around, eyes wide. Through the open door, she saw Satan standing over her father, her mother frozen in fear as he brandished a knife. Jenna screamed in horror. “That’s not Steve!” Dougie’s face went pale. “This isn’t what I wanted! This isn’t a game?!?” Steve pulled up to the house just in time to hear Jenna’s scream. His heart pounded as he leapt out of the car and grabbed the nail-studded bat from his trunk. Without thinking, he ran toward the house.

Rip Van Winkle has traveled to Sleepy Hollow, to see the New World that has emerged since he's been asleep, but unbeknownst to him, the Headless Horseman commands the town now, and as Van Winkle ventures far from home one Halloween night, the malevolent specter awaits the old man in the Old Dutch Cemetery, determined to lead him to his demise.... Rip Van Winkle must survive the night to win here, he has his musket, and a flagon of Henry Hudson's moonshine from the story, the one that made him fall asleep for 20 years, but he is still an old man after all. The Horseman has everything he usually does, but for the purposes of this match, let's give him the ability to fall victim to the power of Hudson's alcohol to make it a little fairer. Sorry for the lackluster match, I figured these two would make for an interesting match up, but I haven't derived one yet, for now though, I hope you enjoy this one-sided clash of Washington Irving's most famous creations.

The leaves had already changed in the town of Colorado Springs. Accompanied by his pet Wolf, Byron Sully pushed open the swinging doors of the Golden Nugget. Hank Lawson stood tall and imposing as he talked to one of his prostitutes. Meanwhile Jake Slicker leaned on the bar and nursed his drink while Horace Bing spoke excitedly to Loren Bray as they sat at a table together. “I’m telling you, Loren, it’s the most incredible scandal to happen in the territory! Five people in five towns killed in as many weeks!” Loren feigned interest as he took a sip of whiskey. “And you say that all five had their heads cut off?” “Yes! I took the message over the telegraph myself for Dorothy! The authorities are wanting her to have it printed in the Gazette! They’re saying there’s a chance the killer might be heading for our town next!” Hank glared at his woman to send her back to work. “Probably just some crazed Cheyenne.” “Funny,” smirked Jake. “I always thought they just took the hair when they scalped somebody.” Sully cleared his throat and the other men got quiet. They knew it was not a wise idea to speak poorly of the Cheyenne when Sully was within earshot. “Figured I’d find you in here, Loren,” said Sully. “Went by your store and it was locked.” “Oh, uh yes. Well, I just stepped away for a minute. It’s been a very busy day. People coming in looking for the fixings for decorations and costumes.” Jake walked over to Loren and Horace’s table and stood at Sully’s side. “Glad to see you made it back from your trapping, Sully. Don’t suppose you might have seen anything out there? Anything unusual?” “Like a man cutting other men’s heads off? Sorry, Jake. Can’t say that I have.” Jake shrugged and took another sip of his drink. “Well, you never know. It might not even be a man.” Horace gulped. “What do you mean, Jake?” “I mean what you’ve talking about sounds mighty familiar. Men losing their heads. Sounds an awful lot like that book Dr. Mike brought for that library of hers.” Loren slowly nodded. “Yes. Yes, I remember. It was that… er…. “Legend of…” something or other.” Sully smiled and shook his head. “Legend of Sleepy Hollow. I wouldn’t worry, gentlemen. That was just a story. There’s no such thing as a Headless Horseman.” “Don’t be so sure,” said Jake. “They found hoof prints all around the bodies. And all sorts of unexplained things tend to happen this time of year.” “Yeah, Sully,” sneered Hank. “Don’t your Cheyenne friends believe in all sorts of spirits and things?” Sully kept calm as he matched Hank’s gaze. “Cloud Dancing and his people have taught me many things. But I haven’t seen any spirits, unless you mean the watered-down kind you serve around here.” Two prostitutes giggled at Sully’s remark only to contain themselves after a scowl from Hank. Hank took a step towards the mountain man but stopped short when Wolf started to growl at him. Eyeing the wolf, Hank gave Sully a dirty look. “You lucky I’m busy today, Sully.” Sully turned back to Loren as Hank stomped behind the bar. “I’m going to see Robert E. about one of my horse’s shoes. After that I’ll drop by the store to pick up those decorations that Dr. Mike ordered for the homestead.” Loren sighed and gulped down the rest of his whiskey. “I’ll be there. Just have your money ready.” “I will. Come on, Wolf.” The wolf obediently followed after Sully out the door as Hank poured a glass muttering to himself. “That smart mouthed son of a…” “Just take it easy, Hank,” said Jake. “He’s always going to take their side.” Loren picked up a bottle and refreshed his own drink. “Same as Dr. Mike. That woman would tell you the same thing. She’d probably talk about how they don’t have ghosts in Boston.” Jake started to smile. “Well, maybe we can do something about that. It is Halloween, isn’t it?” Dr. Michaela Quinn pulled her shawl tighter as she walked past the shops and businesses of Colorado Springs. She had finally begun to see the town as her own. Despite the townsfolks reluctance to having a ‘woman doctor’ she still wanted to help Colorado Springs, not to mention the Cooper children. And of course there was Sully. She opened the door to the clinic and went inside. She was wanting to pick up one of her medical journals to take home. She was scanning the bookcase when she heard a crash coming from the backroom. “Who’s back there?” she called out. She slowly crept towards the door and tried to keep her voice calm. “Brian? If that’s you and your friends trying to scare me you can just come out of there right now.” There was no reply from behind the door. Dr. Quinn reached for the doorknob. “Very well. You have until the count of 3 then I’m coming in there. 1. 2. 3!” Dr. Quinn swung the door open and her jaw dropped. On the floor of the backroom was Loren Bray nursing his arm and Horace Bing holding his head. Both were groaning in pain as Jake Slicker stood over them with his arms folded. He nodded and smirked at Dr. Quinn. “Evening, Dr. Mike. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Dr. Quinn pointed at the broken window of the backroom. “Jake Slicker, what in heaven’s name are you doing in here? If you needed something from the clinic you don’t have to break in to do it.” “We just didn’t want to disturb you,” said Horace as he helped Loren to his feet. “And we wouldn’t have if someone was paying attention where he was going,” grumbled Loren. “I’m sorry, Loren. I thought you were out of the way.” “Well you didn’t have to come flying through the window pane like a cannonball!” Dr. Quinn took a deep breath. “Will one of you gentlemen tell me what this is all about? What’s so important that you couldn’t have just waited until morning?” “Oh, we’re looking for a head. Ow!” Horace held his ribs after Loren jabbed his elbow into them. “Very discreet, Horace.” Jake stepped forward as Loren and Horace continued to argue. “You see, Dr. Mike, you might not be aware of this, but there have been some particularly terrible murders that have taken place in the territory this past few weeks. Men getting rode down and their heads cut off.” “And it got us to thinking that it sounded a lot like that Headless Horseman in that Irving book you brought,” said Loren. “So we figured that maybe if we could find a head that… er… isn’t being used…,” said Horace. “That maybe the Horseman could take it and leave the rest of us alone, you see?” Dr. Quinn stared at the three men, then gave a short laugh. “Honestly! I don’t believe this! You mean to tell me you broke into my clinic to find ‘a head’ to appease a ghost?!” “Er, yes, that’s the general idea,” Horace said shuffling his feet. “You do have a head around here, don’t you?” said Jake. “That skull those people found outside of town?” “Well, yes. But I was only keeping here to study before giving it to Reverand Johnson so that he can give it a Christian burial. You can’t seriously expect me to let you take it for some ridiculous ghost hunt.” Jake’s face remained unmoved. “As a citizen of Colorado Springs, it is my duty to protect the people of this town anyway I can. Now you can either hand over that skull, or we can always go down to the graveyard and dig up a skull for ourselves.” Looking at the three men’s determined faces Dr. Quinn sighed. “Very well. You can have the skull. But on one condition.” “Name it,” said Jake. “I’m going with you.” “Oh no,” Loren sputtered. “Sorry, Dr. Mike, but this could be dangerous work. Too dangerous to bring a woman along.” “Mr. Bray, that skull is my responsibility. I will not risk it being damaged or lost while you ride around the countryside. Either I go with you, or you don’t get the skull.” Jake shared a look with Horace and Loren, then nodded. “Alright, Dr. Mike. You got a deal.” A few hours later, three horses reached the crossroads 5 miles outside of Colorado Springs. Dr. Quinn held onto to Horace as Jake raised a hand for them to stop. Horace got off his horse and offered his hand to let Dr. Quinn down. “Alright, Jake,” Loren said. “We’re here. What’s the plan?” Jake nodded at Dr. Quinn. “Get it out.” Dr. Quinn reached into a saddle bag and pulled out the skull. Jake pointed to the crossroads. “Now lay that skull in the center of the trail. It’s almost midnight. That should be when that Horseman shows up.” “And if he doesn’t show up we can go home?” asked Dr. Quinn. “You have my word, Dr. Mike.” Dr. Quinn started walking to the crossroads. “This is just ridiculous. Three grown men believing a fairy tale.” “Those men getting their heads cut off was no fairy tale, was it?” said Jake. “But that doesn’t mean it’s the work of a fictional ghost!” Horace nervously glanced around. “Yeah, Dr. Mike may be right. I mean, that ghost was in Sleepy Hollow, wasn’t he? Why’d he be here?” “Because he’s a Horseman, Horace!” snapped Loren. “He rode here!” “Please, would you stop bickering,” said Dr. Quinn. “It’s already late and the sooner we finish this business the better…” Suddenly the group’s horses all started whinnying and rearing up. Jake and Loren held on tight to stay in their saddles as Horace tried to calm his own horse down. “What the devil’s gotten into them?!” said Loren. “Something’s spooked them,” said Dr. Quinn. “We should head back to town now.” “Too late!” cried out Horace, pointing into the distance. “LOOK!” Racing down the trail kicking up clouds of dust was a tall, black horse. Sitting in it’s saddle was a rider dressed in black and waving a sword. And the rider had no head. “God in Heaven!” gasped Dr. Quinn. She dropped the skull to the ground as the Headless Horseman continued on his course straight for them. “Horace!” shouted Jake. “Get Dr. Mike on your horse and get her out of here! Loren, you’re with me!” Jake urged his horse on towards the oncoming spirit and drew his pistol. “Jake, don’t be a fool!” Loren yelled. Horace grabbed Dr. Quinn’s arm and helped her onto the horse. “Make for the church, Dr. Mike! You’ll be safe there!” “But what about you? I can leave you here with… whatever that is!” Jake fired two shots but the Horseman didn’t stop his advance. He swung his sword, causing Jake’s horse to rear up and Jake to fall off with a thud. Loren looked wide eyed in terror before riding off with his horse away from the Horseman. “There’s no time!” said Horace. “Please, Dr. Mike! Ride and never look back!” Horace slapped the rump of the horse to get it started running. Dr. Mike grabbed the reigns and looked back to see the Horseman charging for Horace with sword upraised. She looked away and urged her horse on, hearing the sound of hoofbeats behind her. OK: Does Dr. Quinn make it to the church and escape the Horseman, or does the ghost get her? You Decide. Happy Halloween, and Game On!

Hope everyone's had a good Hallow's Eve so far!

A special Halloween tagteam event! Much like Dead by Daylight The killers and Survivors are mysteriously teleported to some dimension. The killers have to work together and so do the survivors. The battleground is a forest that has grown over some suburban homes, the blend of forest and urban will provide an interesting battleground. Both the killers and survivors are armed. Ghostface is the one in VI that went on a convenience store killing rampage. (No spoilers if you haven't seen and want to see ScreamVI) Mochale Myers from original Halloween movie. Katniss After Quarter Quell but does not have trick arrows from Mockingjay. AC Brotherhood era Ezio