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castle_perraultMist 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!
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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Date: 2016-10-02 01:17 am (UTC)--alright, they were expecting something weird, but a human--a human Sans was not it.
They're stopped and staring with their jaw dropped, showing their rows of long-sharp teeth.
"...Sans? What?"
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Date: 2016-10-02 01:21 am (UTC)He stands stock still and stares for several seconds. Then all in a rush, he jolts back to life, darting this way and that around them to try and get a look at the full extent of the changes.
"Oh man, what happened to you?" He reaches out to brush a hand over their wing. His fingers feel stiff and dull. "Oh god, what happened to me?" He stares aghast at his hand, and then places his hand over his...chest? Skin? "I mean, I...ow!" Sans immediately frowns, pressing a hand over his mouth, before letting out a frustrated sort of noise. "Why do I have to deal with this thing?"
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Date: 2016-10-02 02:56 am (UTC)"I'm--what happened to everybody?" Frisk puts their hands up, hovering them around him awkwardly, then brush their fingers through his fluffy white hair. "Lots of people are all different now, I dunno why. This is..." Weird, impossible, a whole slew of words that don't encompass the ridiculousness of the situation.