everybody's waiting for the next surprise [Halloween Event: Begin]

[dustless]

Mist snakes its way through the castle halls, reaching even the gardens where the sun should banish it--but it could not even if it were day.

It is midnight.

The leaves are rustling, the wind is whispering, the moon is full and large and glaring orange through every open window. Everything has a chill. Not all, but some of the trees lose their green, disappearing into oranges and reds and browns, and many simply lose them altogether, bare branches scratching against the sky.

The mist keeps going, darker than clouds yet lighter than smoke. It creeps around the beings there, encircling them, sinking within--and then it is gone. Anyone awake to have witnessed it will find no evidence of anything unusual, and everyone asleep will feel normal...

...at first.

This will not last.

Frisk wakes just before dawn. No nightmare this time, even if they don't feel all that much more rested.

They get up and start their wandering through the halls. They itch. Their back hurts, and jaw hurts, and head hurts, and feet hurt. Or maybe ache's a better word, it's not that bad...maybe they did have a nightmare and thrashed around, but forgot when they woke up?

And that's when their back explodes into even worse itching and it feels like their skin's sloughing off and--then they're fine. They're fine. Except they feel the skin still--except it's not skin, because they can see it from the corner of their eye.

It's wings.

Throughout that first day, they're still walking around--they can't sit still, there's fire under their skin that keeps them moving, but they change and keep changing until they don't look much like themselves at all. Seems they're a demon now.

Maybe they should be afraid of this--and they are a little worried, yeah, but mostly they want to figure out how to use these brand-new wings.

//Event time! Characters are transformed into whatever you want them to be--but of course, if someone wants their character(s) to stay the same, that's fine! Even moreso, if you want to but just don't want them to be stuck in another form through the whole month, you can always just delay their transformation for a while.

If they do change, though, they're stuck that way until Halloween is over!

Have fun with the chaos, everybody!

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[mercybutton]

Frisk isn't the only one.

They'll probably see the wisps of orange smoke that trails in the air, and if they bother to follow, it's apparently left behind by the blue fire that sits between their double's antlers. (They're much larger than Frisk no.1's horns, don't complain about them catching on stuff.)

At any rate, cervitaur Frisk seems to be taking well to their... ahem, new form, happily trotting down hallways like they can see them, humming as they go. The strange staff they wield is slung over their shoulder.

cw gore and body horror sorry

[itstheend]

So Chara is not having a good time. There's an irony in there somewhere, but there's too much pain to go chase after it because...

Bits of them are coming off. Skin and muscle sagging on their frame like it's melting, blood seeping out where it tears and falls and turns into dust. The same dust that they turn and vomit over the side of their bed. This is fine. They deserve this. It's only fair.

There's cold, phantom hands on their forehead, and a low worried murmuring, and a blue and purple blur in front of them. At Frisk's insistent urging to get up (to get help, Frisk says, but that doesn't really register) they haul themselves out of bed by falling onto the floor, getting even more covered in dust, before shambling towards the door and stumbling out into the hallways. They don't know where they're going or what they're looking for, only they're determined to get there, and a ghostly tail curls around them in an attempt to comfort them as Frisk desperately guides Chara in the hopes of finding something that can do anything for them.

It's like this that the two come across the other Frisk; Chara, blood and dust stained, clothes hanging on them oddly in places, their entire right hand and left side of their face exposing shiny white bone and currently blind due to a minor problem of melting eyes. Another Frisk, transparent, floating and with a ghostly tail instead of legs rapidly turning silent and invisible upon noticing the other.

The silence causes Chara's shuffling to stop, and they paw the air a little before leaning on the wall and hacking up more dust. They turn their head back and forth, listening hard.

"Frisk?"

It's not said with their usual controlled poise. Their voice sounds rasping, lost, a little scared and fever-blitzed.

[andthebat]

It's very early in the morning when the Batman's out in the garden, the shadows deep and the sky lit with dull blues and pinks. He hasn't been affected by the nighttime mist, but even in the low light it's obvious that the garden has. The trees are finally changing color, and there's a bite to the air that wasn't here yesterday.

As he patrols the garden, absently drifting in the direction of the glass hill, Batman regards these changes with an expression of deep suspicion. After such an unusually long summer, these changes have been brought on unnaturally fast. Or maybe he's just on edge. After all, when he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the hill, there are still several places on his body that are wrapped in bandages.

He turns away after only a glimpse, intending to trace his way to the nearest water feature, but then pauses after only a few steps. His ears twitch.

"Alright," the Batman says, "What do you want?"

[tinyprotector]

Yukio has been lucky enough not to run into any trouble lately. At least not after that crocodile encounter... Which is certainly lucky for him, but he has noticed something off about the castle today. Something uncomfortable. Something dangerous.

He's been trying to ignore it, trying to enjoy his day, but he can only remain so calm when he runs into a creature of some sort in the hallway. Something with wings and horns and sharp teeth and...

Yukio squeaks and retreats back into the kitchen, praying that demon doesn't notice him.

[sansational]

Frisk will probably be able to hear the screaming long before they see Sans. The screaming and the running, really. A scream that goes on for so long that Sans keeps having to pause for breath.

Sans...doesn't really know what he's aiming to accomplish. Just that everything is so very wrong right now that he can't think of anything else to do. Or, well, that's not entirely true. He would normally have taken a shortcut in search of people by now. But somehow, that doesn't seem to be happening.

When Frisk finally finds the source of the noise, rather than a skeleton, they'll find a short and scruffy looking adult human, with a scrap of green cloth tied around his wrist. He stops in his panicked flailing upon catching sight of Frisk out of the corner of his eye. He has eyes now. They are so weird. And at first he flinches back in alarm and a complete lack of recognition...before he takes a deep breath. And that seems to help more than it used to.

"...Frisk?" Even his voice sounds wrong. "Buddy? Pal?"

[antitemporal]

Frisk is not the only one to have grown wings. Though they look, perhaps, even stranger in Serif's case. They look like the sort of fluffy fake wings that you might buy in a store and strap on to your back. Except these flutter and move and twitch as he stretches them, getting used to the feeling. Sometimes they feel like they've been taped to his spine. Sometimes they feel like they've always been a part of him. They're white as bone and fluffy as he always imagined clouds to be.

Either way, they're really kind of neat, and he is determined that he will fly.

The wings aren't the only addition, either. A glowing ring of light is hovering over the top of his skull, but that's really more annoying than useful. He could already see in the dark. And Serif hasn't noticed as much, but his eyelights have gone from a pale yellow to a brighter gold.

Really, though, he's just focused on the flying. Frisk will probably come across him balancing on a table, his new wings flapping industriously, just before he launches himself off of it, into the air...

...and into an ungainly heap on the floor.

"...ow."

TLDR WOW SORRY i'm not good at being super detailed anyway but if this is too gross lemme know

[trombones]

Waking up wasn't all that strange at first, until Sans noticed a strange sensation on his bones. It was like a weight - barely there, but enough for somebody who's only ever been bone his own life to notice. It felt like something... growing. Which, for skeletons, was a completely foreign sensation, much less identifiable.

For a while it was just that. Sans was confused and deeply uncomfortable, but not much else. After an hour, however, whatever was growing on his bones was visible. Some parts were red, soft, and slowly spreading out. Others were like blue and red vines snaking across his bones. Sans took off his jacket (he shucked his shirt after Croc happened) and tried to touch them.

Then the process suddenly sped up. Soon, muscle and organs were growing on his chest and spreading through the rest of his body. Some parts stayed in place, others bulged out, at first like small little pustules until they ballooned to the right size. The monster recognized a few of them from human biology books. This was a heart. That was a stomach. Both twitching and churning in opposite ways. It was all he could do to focus as he stared down at himself. It wasn't painful. But the billions of new and unfamiliar sensations were way, way, WAY too much. Vaguely, he was aware he was still in the hallway. He crawled through a door nearby.

Another couple hours. Sans was sitting on the floor, leaned against the wall next to his door, staring down at his hands. Skin. Fingerprints. Fingernails. He rubbed short, stubby fingers together and felt every bump, every groove. He squeezed them together, just to be sure there was still bone underneath all this human crud. He brought them up to the top of his head.

Huh. Hair was a completely different thing when it was your own. It was short, curly, and coarse. He twisted them slowly through the tips of his thick fingers. After a moment, the repeated gesture eased him enough that he can think straight.

So... human. He was human now. By some magic of the castle, of course, because what else would it be? Speaking of magic, he realized then that he can't feel his anymore. Right. Humans don't do magic. Whatever happened to him, he traded magic for squishy parts against his will. Welp.

It was then that he caught footsteps nearby. He grabbed his jacket and threw it on... as much as he could. With all the extra flesh, the zipper didn't quite pull up all the way. Whoops. As a skeleton, he never actually cared, but... humans had a thing about being topless, didn't they?

He cracked the door open and stuck his new hand out. At first he didn't open it wide enough, too used to his arms being a lot skinnier, and practically shoved it through.

"Hey, uh." It waved. He waved. Geez, every part of him feels foreign. "Can I bug ya for a shirt or something?"

[demonthatcomes]

Smack! Something small crashes against Frisk's side before plopping down by their feet. Twitching on the ground is a painted bat clumsily trying to flip themself on their stomach. Their fingers wiggle and their wings are wide open like sails on a Halloween boat. Their ears wag and they tilt their head to get a better look at Frisk. It's not that they're blind... bats can see just fine, actually. But as this one is learning, echolocation is much more useful.

"Huh. This is interesting."

This bat definitely sounds like Chara.