i will be your ticket taker; come inside, it's a dream [Halloween Event: Begin]

[dustless]

Midnight.

The world goes cold, half the trees seeming to shiver. Leaves crinkle, fading from green to reds, oranges, and yellows; some even further, to brown. They drop to scatter over misty ground; that mist is thick, unnaturally so. The wind whispers, casting it through the darkness. It gains a life of its own, creeping into doorways, crawling over stone, searching.

Where the mist spreads, the castle's shadows grow longer; not all of that can be explained by the moon that seems overfull and glaring orange through every window.

It finds the castle's denizens, whether they are awake to flee or they rest in their beds, enshrouding their forms and sinking into their bodies--until an eerie hiss of wind follows and seems to sweep it away.

For some, there will be no evidence of this mist until later, after the sun climbs over the castle.

Others may not be so lucky.




( warning for body horror, gore, mention of child neglect )

//Event has begun! Characters are transformed into whatever you'd like them to be--unless you'd rather they stay normal or change later through the month, of course that's fine too~

But if they do change, they'll stay that way until Halloween's through! Enjoy! 

I can be your hero, baby [halloween event]

[mettaton_rex]

[warning: some memory alteration going on here, but mostly-consensual?]

Has it only been a year? Mettaton wonders, huddled up beneath silken bedsheets as the mist creeps through the castle. It's a silly, childish, hopelessly undignified thing to do, he knows. It won't stop the curse, or whatever, from finding him. It won't stop the castle from making him into whatever it wants.

He wonders how much damage he'll do this time.

Then he wonders why nothing's happening. Of course, it took a while for him to change, last time. Maybe it's another delayed reaction.

...he doesn't think he wants to be alone when it happens. If there's time, he could go and find his twin. Or get to somewhere public, at least.

He throws back the sheets. And that's when he sees the wand, lying on his dressing table, as though it's been there all along.

It's golden and glittering, a cluster of stars at the end surrounding a pink heart-shaped gem. It's about the right length to be wielded using both hands. He knows exactly what it is.

He waits for the compulsion in the back of his mind, telling him to pick it up. And waits.

There's nothing.

The sky grows light outside, and there's still nothing, and Mettaton looks down at the wand, and at his hands, and breaks into incredulous, choking laughter. "...really?" he asks the ceiling, the walls, the whole indifferent mass of stone waiting silently around him. "Really? Now you're giving me a choice?"

He could snap the stupid thing in half, stomp it into a billion glittering fragments and burn them. Part of him still remembers how good it would feel, to tear something apart because he can, reduce it to dirt beneath his boots. The other part of him feels sick at the knowledge.

But he knows, with that weird intuition castle magic sometimes grants - he can destroy it, if he wants. He can ignore it, if he wants. He can sit this month out.

...quietly. All alone. While the rest of the castle goes on without him.

...

He picks up the wand. What the hell. At least he'll know what happens. It's not as though he really wants to be himself, right now.

He strikes a pose, the wand raised high above his head. Light from the window refracts through the crystal, casting shimmering pink-tinged rainbows across the walls.

The words come to him as if he's known them all along.

"Glittering starlight, make the world's dreams come true! Love! Beauty! Freedom! OHHH YES!"

And he's swept off the ground, light streaming around him, into him, forming itself into ribbons and frills and bows, gently reshaping him -

- a deep ache of regret somewhere in the middle of it all, she would have loved this -

- and Bishounen Warrior Starlight Idol opens his eyes, and blinks a couple of times, hovering in mid-air as he looks down at himself. It's his original costume, pink and gold, glitter and lace, nothing like the spiky, blood-red outfit of his corrupted form. He - he didn't know he could still transform this way. He'd thought the wand's power was lost to him forever, after what he'd done -

- his crystal is still cracked in two. Not the one on his wand, of course - the one within the huge bow around his waist, that looks like a larger version of the other. Or should, if not for the jagged scar down its centre, with the cold, dull grey of grief and despair spreading through the gem that should be glowing vibrant pink.

But even if it's not fixed yet - maybe there's a way. He was able to transform, despite everything. There must be a reason for that.

Maybe there's someone here who needs his help.

Starlight floats down to the floor again, and steps out of the room, wand clutched tight in his hand. There's no time for stage fright, is there? The show must go on!

[Magical boy Mettaton is here to save the day! Maybe. (Icon chosen purely for sparkliness.) ETA because I realised it could probably be interpreted either way: he's still a robot. He's just Mettaton from an AU where everyone is magical girls/guys/nbs.]

[hallowe'en] blood and apples

[lyseandpurge]

The fearful mist descends on the garden in the middle of the night, on tireless pink light hidden in the depths of the water. Refracted through the myriad mist droplets the immortal cell is visible, a million brilliant pinpoints, a will-o'-the-wisp glow, stars floating over the fountains, secret no longer.

All at once there is a great inrush of air, a clap of thunder, and the light flares once, screeching static, the earth heaving beneath the mound of glass—and goes out.

= <o> =

( those who savour the food of the gods shall live forever. )