Halloween Special

note ; hi, there will be a lot of gore and mentions of blood here. Also this is in no way related to the story and/or au whatsoever, this is simply a oneshot. This book will also be discontinuing, because I will be rewriting it. More details at the end of the chapter.


          There was another splat from some random shit on the floor, the overall darkness in the room and the stuffy mask on your face not a good combination. "What the fuck was that. . ?" A girl asked with a tremble in her voice, hand wrapped tightly around yours as the lone table in the room was the only difference from the last hallway. There was pounding on the door from behind, muffled laughter of the psychotic blonde in the bloody nurse uniform still echoing menacingly as a warning to the four of you.


          "It doesn't matter, I just want to get out of here. . ." You mumble, moving past the table and headed towards the door on the other side. It was relatively dark, one hand tracing the rough wall to your right as the girl still trembled by your left. Goodness you didn't even know this girl, yet here she was clinging onto you like a koala would to a tree with no evident shame.


          The other two of this ragtag group was making their way across the table, not sensing much of their presence from behind you so just assumed. You reached a corner eventually, hand now on a wall perpendicular as you quickly moved to find any signs of a door. But as you did there was a whir from the walls, and your fingers brush up against. . .a shelf, if you could call it. You weren't sure, really. A lot of things you weren't sure of today and one of them was the flick of an apparently existing light switch.


          You quickly turned to look behind you upon the sounds of a scream, the other girl with this group very much on the verge of passing out as her boyfriend—you think—held onto her tightly. You couldn't blame them, the sight of a bloodied, decapitated head resting on the table not one to just nonchalantly stare at.


          But what caught your attention were the unnervingly neat display of chainsaws, many bloodied and used while some looked to be in pristine condition. There were chains hanging from the ceiling, on them suspended were small bagged bodies of what you assumed to be small animals and birds. God, you couldn't even dare to look down and see what the hell that splat from earlier was if the rest of the room gave you any more of a clue.


          "Move!" The girl that clung onto you rushed for the door, slamming her body straight towards it and stumbling on the other side. You all followed after her, the thought of being left behind in a claustrophobic room as disgusting as that one not a pleasant one. "Be careful!" You tell her, skidding to a stop when she stood frozen at what she stared. You followed her gaze, more blood and apparently more body bags staring right back.


          They looked to be stacked on a small gathering of wood, not being able to stare directly at the charred remains as your stomach lurched. But, of course, that didn't seem to be the worst of it, because the girl was quick to turn your attention to the rest of the narrowing hallway-like room and you almost wished you hadn't. Lining the floor were many more of these piles of wood, even more of the bagged bodies piled so crudely and with little to no respect to those unlucky enough to be here in the first place. "This is so fucking gross," The guy from earlier comments, a close hand on his partner while the other offered to lead you and the other girl.


          Said girl takes it, a quiet thanks while you fell just a step or two behind the group. You moved through the room easily enough, with attention focused directly upfront and none paid to the floor. The bodies were there, yes, but it didn't mean you had to see it. Sometimes ignorance can be bliss, and this situation was the exact opposite of an exception.


          It was going well until your foot snagged on a hand that peeked from one of the bodies, instinctively reaching for the girl in front of you for some semblance of balance while you yelped. She was pretty jumpy, but had enough care to snap her head towards you and asked a panicked 'what's wrong?!' with an accompanying hold to your hands. The other two did as well, a quick check-up on your shaken form as you nod. "Sorry, just tripped, I'm. . .fine. . ." You trailed off when you noticed they weren't paying much attention to you anymore, raising a brow as you turned to look at behind you.


          Standing, shrouded in darkness and barely hit by the orange lights of the lit torches lining the walls was the tall, slender, brooding form of undoubtedly a male. He stood hunched, despite not being at his full height he still looked pretty menacing. "Did. . .did we have s-someone else here. . .here with us?" The girlfriend asked, to which you all slowly shook your head, all eyes and attention still focused sharply on the mysterious figure.


          "I suggest we run—"


          "That sounds like a great idea. . ." The rough, raspy—almost dehydrated if you were to describe it—voice responded, and that was enough to convince all of you to listen to the other guy's advice.


          With a cry you all headed for the end of the hallway, jumping and maneuvering through various bodies as one didn't even have the luxury of being bagged. Just a charred, rotting corpse displayed in the wide open that you didn't dare look at.


          You weren't sure but there were the sounds of him giving chase, a cackling laughter echoing menacingly in the otherwise empty room. It sent a shiver down your spine and your hair to stand on end, but what really sent your heart into a panic was when you heard his voice from right behind. "Should've done it quicker, sweetheart."


          "Guys, let's go!" The guy calls out, already on the other side of the door as he ushers the two girls out. "Hey, where's—no!"


          Arms snaked around your waist in a tight grip, a loud cry for help when you felt him rest his chin on your head mockingly, almost as if he found this ordeal just that much amusing even as he dragged you backwards. Your arms were pressed tightly against your sides, being left to squirm and kick around helplessly as this stupid mask you had on your face muffled any means of asking the other three to save you. "Is this even allowed?!" One girl shrieked, but the door was quickly closing, despite their best and panicked efforts of trying to keep it open. "No!"


          All the while the man kept laughing, and laughing, the light that might've seeped through the doorway now long gone as it shut with a click. One last cry ripped from your throat, and you were plunged into complete darkness. 


          . . .


          . . .


          . . .


          "Gods that was tiring." Lights turned on in the small, even more narrow room, still in the grip of your coworker but no doubt a lot looser. He groaned, a quick stretch of his neck but still not letting his grip go, "Is all this makeup really necessary? No one can even fucking see me."


          "Oh, so now you complain about work?" You laugh, removing your mask and praying that your makeup hadn't been smudged. No doubt you could simply cover it up with more fake blood, but that was a waste and this was only your second run. "Shut it, at least your role here's a lot easier." You weren't given much of a chance to give a rebuttal to that statement, one of your coworkers rushing up to you with a hum. "Want me to help you fix up your makeup, Y/N?" The young blonde so humbly offered, the bloodied nurse uniform she had on making the man still behind you try his best to stifle a laughter at remembering your reaction earlier.


          This was technically your third run, as in your actual first one you had to break character because one of the older guys started flirting with the high schooler.


          "She's sixteen!" You had so angrily called out, until you realized you just blew one of the most important scares in this haunted house that you had to excuse yourself from the rest of the round, exiting to the backrooms with a heavy sigh.


          You accept her offer, finding ways to glare angrily at the tall male who was just as amused as he had been the first time he saw it happen on-screen. "Real damn amusing to you, isn't it?"


          "You made the boss look like an angry baby, how could I not be?" He so smoothly responds, a shake of his head in quiet laughter as you turn your attention towards the large screen displaying multiple live feedback from the various cameras situated all across the venue. It was grainy from the night vision, and definitely more-so from how far you were from it. But you could make out enough of the three figures you had gotten to know in the past. . .you lost count minutes, sighing a thanks to Toga as she finishes.


          She happily nods, skipping off to do who knows what now that she had a break for up until the next batch of unfortunate souls to scare.


          "Can you let me go now?" You ask, earning a hum of thought as he rests his head on your sagging shoulders. "I can, don't want to though."


          You sigh again, succumbing to your fate as you waited for them to reach the next area for you to make your next move. They had to go through the gory cafeteria first, with the decapitated wax figures that looked too realistic for their own good. You don't know much of what happens in that room, but you did know that suspended atop one of the knocked down tables was another wax figure, although this time hanged.


          The fact that it had motion sensory—it would trigger the legs to start shaking, slight swinging from the rope used as some pre-recorded audio of choking would play—made you want to not miss their reaction to it even more.


          "Can we like at least move closer to the screen?" You asked, to which he surprisingly nodded and followed you to it. You reached it, the only signs of a seat being available being a singular chair.


          . . .


          "I should have it I'm the girlfriend."


          "Yeah as if." He sat on it nonetheless, scraping against the wooden floor noisily as a part of you feared it might've let the three outside know about it. But it was soon followed by a muffled scream and a chair collapsing that you didn't need to think about it that much.


          "You know I sometimes wonder why I'm still dating you." You tell him with a look that was anything but amused, but he rolls his eyes, a tug on your wrist sending you down to sit on his lap wordlessly.


          You tried to complain of his manhandling, but he rests his head back onto your shoulder and his arms around your waist that you just let it slide this time.


          Turning your focus back to the camera you saw them nearing the hanged wax figure little by little, the girl that had clung onto you earlier now hugging the life out of the other one. You felt Dabi's arm lift off from your waist momentarily, only returning a moment later with a grunt once he had his phone in his hold. With an incredulous look you turned to him the best you could, your cheek brushing up against his face, "Seriously?"


          "What?" He chuckles lowly, head nestling deeper into the crook between your neck and shoulder with a soft grumble, "I missed it the first time."


          "Can't you just copy the file from the actual footage? The quality will at least be slightly better, I don't know," You suggested as you leaned back, mentally preparing yourself for when they eventually reach the next session and next phase of this scare. They got to the figure now, walking past and catching sight of the exact moment the legs started twitching and the audio of a muffled choke started playing. 


          Another scream resounded, one faintly heard from the low speakers of the screen and the actual one from outside.


          Like the bunch of sadistic idiots that you were you and Dabi shared a quiet snicker, feeling bad that the girlfriend ended up tripping but overall okay. "Alright, fine, fine." He hands you his phone, finding the idea of having to place it back into his pockets too much work when he was trying to enjoy this position. You didn't really mind, not even noticing that you just took it out of instinct and continued watching.


          After about a few more moments of screaming they eventually reached the next room, this time themed after a communal bathroom. Bathtubs lined one side of the room, some curtained while some wide open for the world to see. But the most consistent detail was the fake blood, all over the tiled walls and floors and some even on the flickering lights, tinting some side of the room in the sickening color. Some parts of the wall looked to be caved in, revealing nothing but crumbling cement while some led to nothing but pure darkness.


          Realizing your part was quickly coming up you groaned quietly, straightening your back the best you could with your boyfriend clinging onto you harder than the girl earlier, "Alright, let's get this over with."


          He only hums in response, staying still for a moment or two before eventually letting you go. He'd have to get back into character too, seeing as your part couldn't really be done completely without him.


          Heading to one of the other doors, you stretched—you don't remember when you offered to give him his phone, but it was already in his hand when you looked—passing by a mirror to do a quick check on your makeup before nodding. You bent over to reach a shirt that looked like it had seen better days, before grabbing ahold of the doorknob. "You ready?"


          With a nod he shuts off the lights, and your most favorite part of the entire haunted house finally came.


          "This is so gross. . !" The girl visibly lurches at the sight of gore, dismembered limbs pooled in one of the tubs that was unfortunately left open and the curtain soaking in more blood on the floor beside it. She could barely move forward as she could, her boyfriend having to reassure her many times that this was all just props and that if anything, they should be amazed by how well done everything was.


          "I know, I know—but they took her, James! I don't even know her name and they kidnapped her!! If they're willing to take a customer against her will then is there really anything we can trust in this place?!" Despite her argumentative tone she was still holding onto him the best she could, the other girl quietly whimpering by her other side, "If anything we should be calling the cops on this place!"


          "Stace, who knows, maybe it's part of their routine?" He tried to reason, one wrong step resulting in a disgusting, wet sound from the curtain. He tried his best to ignore it, but his girlfriend couldn't. "Oh yeah, as if! That scream sounded too real to be—"


          "Guys. . !" Being so jumpy and on high alert she was quick to turn to the other girl with a worried 'what?!', following her shaking gaze that landed upfront.


          There was shuffling from the darkness, one from the escape tunnel-like opening. There was scraping against the rough floor, holding their breath enough to hear labored breathing that definitely wasn't their own. There was a few moments of silence, before a body fell through with a loud thud and the other girl screamed.


          Stacey was quick to hide behind her partner, but she still couldn't help but look at what it was. On the floor, crawling out of the opening was your mangled form—blood was all over your face from fresh, nasty wounds. One eye was forced close from the amount of weight on the lid, a cut that traced the length of your neck and up your cheek the most open. "Help me. . !" You managed to gasp, bloodied hands trying your best to drag yourself on the tiled floor. "H. . .help. . !"


          Despite the initial horror they ran to your aid, cries of worry from all three before more sounds of movement made them stop.


          "No. . .no, don't. . ! Please. . !" You were moving quicker, but a hand that emerged from the darkness made everyone scream. They didn't know where the burnt skin ended and the burnt sleeve of a coat started, fingers gripping the back of your now dirty and bloodied shirt. "Please, stop it. . ! No more, I won't tell anyone. . .please! Please!" There was once again another scream from you, one last desperate attempt for help as a dirty hand stretched out to the three, "Don't leave me!!"


          The last thing they saw was your bloodied face disappearing into the dark, being dragged off roughly as, if they listened closely enough, a maniacal laugh echoed after.


          James dropped to his knees in front of the opening with a panicked cry, hand gripping the edge of the remaining tile that might've stayed amidst the wreckage. His head stuck into the opening, looking around to no avail as he saw nothing but black. Whether that's because it was an endless room or a small one just painted black, he wasn't sure, but there wasn't a single sign of you anywhere, and that might've been the worst part so far.


          The last cry that you got out quickly faded once you got out of sight, quickly closing the door to make sure they couldn't follow and see the separate room. By the time that you and Dabi settled in silence to make sure they didn't follow, you released a small chuckle.


          You felt his grip on your shirt loosen, a laugh of his own before dropping to sit beside you with a small thud. Feeling uncomfortable with your chest on the floor and trying your best not to ruin your face caked with fake blood and tearing skin, you eventually rolled over to face the ceiling, lights still off and the only thing that helped see being Dabi's phone. "How much you willing to bet that they might sue us?" You snorted out, a sigh that sounded more like a laugh than anything following right after, "I'd say ten."


          "Not much," He responds, folding up one leg and leaning his elbow on it, cheek squished against his fist, "If they manage to get out quick, who knows. Maybe they're calling the police as we speak."


         "Doubt that sir would allow phones inside." You grunted as you turned to your side, careful not to put your hand anywhere on your face but making sure you could at least lift it up enough to look at Dabi. You couldn't see much of his face, the only parts you could being the side of it. His phone's flashlight was aimed up and the light brushed up against his right cheek, his fist shadowing it anyway as you sigh in content. "What are you doing after this?"


         "Did you seriously just ask me what I'd be up to?" He humored, crossing his legs and leaning closer to your face, "Why? You asking me out?"


         "Technically not because I made the mistake of saying yes to dating you, but yeah, I'm asking you out." You joked, staring right back and trying your best not to break character. He seemed to be a master at it, though, as if you probably didn't know any better you probably wouldn't have noticed the amused smirk creeping its way to his face little by little. "Bold words coming form you, as I remember you asking me to date you." Now that made you gasp, such accusation warranting you to sit up and fake a glare, "I did not, liar! You, professed your undying love to me, and I said yes." He was still keeping up the nonchalant and unbothered act, but another minute passed of you glaring at him in this ridiculous costume looking like you were bloody beaten to death and he had to finally break.


         "God, just get over here."


         "What?! Ew, no, we both look gross!" You squealed quietly when he made a move to kiss you, hand already on the back of your neck and the other quickly making its way to your waist. "Aw? Why? Not willing to kiss a burnt murderer who works in an abandoned cremation site?"


         "Yes! Obviously yes! Why would you expect otherwise?!" You still managed to laugh as you ended up on his lap once again, face moving in any and all directions as long as it didn't land a kiss to your weird and heavily layered makeup. With how much he was failing to stifle his laugh it was pretty obvious that he was just doing it for the heck of it now, exaggerated noises and gestures of him puckering his lips making you two—tax-paying, hard-working, responsible adults—look like two teenage kids that just started dating for barely a week.


         "Touya! Touya!!" You were laughing, ending up half-way on the floor as hands gripped onto his shoulder and neck to keep you up. But he was pushing you down, laughter of his own as he continued to—


         The lights turned back on, straightening yourself and pushing yourself up on instinct to stare at the other doorway that led to other parts of the backrooms. Standing there was Toga, still in her bloody nurse uniform and busy looking at a mirror. "Hey Y/N they're almost finished, you should go greet and reassure them. . .that you're. . .fine—I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?"


          "No!"
          "Yes."


          One was from you and the other was from Dabi, and you could guess which one sounded more disappointed. "Of course Toga, thanks for reminding me. . !" She didn't seem too bothered with seeing you two so openly flirt, and you couldn't help but be glad when she just turned on her heels and left to go do whatever until the next round.


          With a sigh of relief you soon turned to Dabi, sharing a quiet look before a shared laugh broke out.


         "Alright, alright, let's get you out there to make sure they don't end up in a hospital from worry or whatever." You stood up first, a hand extended out to him with a nod and a snicker, "Don't act like you wouldn't want to see that."


         "You make me sound like such a terrible person," He accepts it, heaving himself up and standing to his full height. You gave him a look, brow continuing to raise until he rolls his eyes and heads for the designated door, "But sure yeah whatever that'd be interesting."


          "Oh stop lying to yourself, babe!!"


         The last room in the haunted house was definitely a lot more festive, with the usual wacky halloween décor that you'd expect to see in a children's party. You didn't mind that much, seeing as it was a nice contrast to all the blood and gore and quite honestly nightmare-inducing sections of the rest of the place.


          In the middle of the room was a large table, bowls of candy displayed and three bags readied for the guests that may or may not have survived it. Their belongings were compiled in a basket alongside the rest, and you couldn't wait until they got through the door.


         But speak of the devil, they did, and with quite an entrance as well.


         The three were panting when they burst through the doors, what was either tears or just sweat drenching their entire, shaking forms. They looked genuinely happy to be out of it now, but it was pretty obvious that the change of look and energy in this room in comparison to all the others hadn't quite registered in their brains yet.


         But what did register was the sight of uniformed volunteers, rushing to them and stammering out both complaints and worry. They were trying to get used to it, seeing as this was the second time, but they were still taken aback from how much they looked like they were genuinely going to cry. "They-they-they took the girl! The other, other girl in the mask! You have to go find her, she was bleeding! What the fuck kind of operation are you guys running here?!" Leading the group was the girlfriend, gone was the look of horror and replaced only by rage and concern for a stranger's well-being. "I thought this was all props! That!—"


         "Woah, woah, okay okay," You decided to just catch their attention yourself if they weren't going to see you standing there, a visible look of annoyance on the girl's face when she was interrupted but looked to you nonetheless. "It's cool, I'm still very much alive."


         Now confusion was on her face instead, mouth agaped and eyes wide as she looks back and forth between you, the volunteer she was threatening, and the other two she experienced the hell with.


         She blinked repeatedly, opened her mouth, closed it, then back again. The cycle continued in relatively awkward silence, the only sounds in the room being the distant sounds of the very much still ongoing festivities in the carnival and song playing lightly from the room's speakers. You stared back in the same awkwardness, hands not knowing whether to wave at her, do finger guns, fist bump her, or all of the above, in that order.


         "But. . ." The other girl finally said to break the silence, "What. . .what about the ugly man who kidnapped you?"


         It was almost as if you heard Dabi's eyebrow twitch when he finally made himself known, a loud chortle from your throat when you went and placed a hand on his chest to stop him, "Alright, okay okay," You kept laughing, a reassuring pat as the other three still looked wary of his presence despite already being revealed as an actor. "The 'ugly' man who kidnapped me was, in fact, my boyfriend." You announced quite proudly, rolling your eyes when he clicked his tongue in annoyance at being stopped, "And I assure you that it was with consent."


         "Of course! Why didn't we think of that, of course he kidnapped you with consent!" The girlfriend announced incredulously, while her partner looked visibly ecstatic as he absentmindedly pats her shoulder. "I knew it was part of the routine! That was a very cool idea, by the way, I was genuinely horrified!"


         In the end it was just one of many fun experiences with fucking around with customers, and you enjoyed every second of it. You did the routine a few more rounds—each attempt even more hilarious and successful than the last—before you got off work, where your promise at a date with Dabi was thankfully followed through. And yes, you did remove the fake blood and cuts, as cool as a costume as that would be your face was getting tired.


          There wasn't much of a special occasion or reason for the date itself, other than that you were already in a carnival for gosh sake, and it was Halloween—a holiday that you both could enjoy on your own terms. The date was mostly like any other, but it didn't mean that you enjoyed it any less. Especially when the night ended perfectly on the Ferris wheel; where your gondola got stuck at the tippy top of it. You know, like the perfect cliché moment that most of these dates ended on.


         "So good news and bad news," Dabi had groaned upon accepting the fact that this Godforsaken ride had stopped moving now, "The good news is, I had no part in this." You pulled a face, "The bad news is, you're stuck here with me now until we get off by either jumping or they fix the ride."


          "How is being stuck with you bad news?"


          . . .


          "I only have good news." You laughed eventually, leaning on his shoulder and nonchalantly shaking the popcorn cup slightly. "I like it up here, it's nice." He hums, eating more of his fries as his other hand went through the bars surrounding the gondola and letting it hang over the edge. "No fear of heights?"


          "I'll refrain from looking over the edge so I don't have to find out." He laughs sarcastically at your logic, and you even chuckle yourself, but the quiet took over soon. It was a peace that you probably wouldn't be able to find anywhere else other than here, the sounds of the carnival nothing but a distant memory in the ground and your worries vanishing with the evening breeze. The sun had long set, the sky a dark navy blue that faded into black, housing thousands of blinking white lights that made this all the more serene. Just hours ago you and Dabi's faces were suffocating with makeup, almost forgetting how it felt to have the wind hit your face this freely.


          You turn your head to look at your partner, his eyes closed and leaned back against the metal railing that surrounded the seat you were both comfortably positioned in. His black hair tussled with the wind, parts of his forehead exposed and for once, his eyebrows weren't always so furrowed. You were both glad and confused as to how you ever had the luxury to see him look so at peace, and the fact that he so willingly did it around you did little to stop your heart beating the same way it always did whenever you looked at him.


          His hair spiked around his ears, seeing the marks of where he usually put in his piercings. But for some reason he opted to remove them today, and it made him look so different yet you didn't ever want to change him.


          "You done staring, princess?"


          "Please, as if you haven't done the same." He squints open an eye just to send you a look, raising a brow as his arm that was around you moved you closer, "Alright, touché." You went back to staring straight ahead, more silence falling over the two of you as you quietly sighed in content.


          "I wish we could stay like this forever. . ." You mumble, cheek pressed against his shoulder and pulling your coat closer to yourself. You say yours but really it was his, you've just used it so many times that at this point it basically belonged to the both of you. It was a cold night, and you envied the kids who went full-out on their costumes for such a momentous occasion. You often wondered why you never gave any more effort into dressing up for Halloween the older you got, but maybe it just boiled down to the fact that you worked at a haunted house, and that technically every day was Halloween for you. You know, paired with the whole clown outfit and makeup that you usually wore on normal workdays.


          "I don't." He just casually answers, and you roll your eyes at his bluntness. If you weren't already dealing with it for two years you would've been offended by such a distasteful response. "And what's that supposed to mean?"


          "Alright calm it, let me explain myself." He shifts slightly to get himself comfortable, some inner part of himself fully accepting the fact that the two of you were going to be stuck up here for a lot longer than he was initially mentally preparing for. "Staying like this forever is. . .boring," He starts out, absentmindedly letting his thumb rub over your arm while he squints his eyes in thought, "And the only reason I ever entertained the idea of a relationship was because it was always changing. It's exciting, it hurts, it's infuriating. . .but that wasn't what made me stay.


          "Like sure it might've helped me warm up to the idea of it, but I never stayed in one as long as ours just because of that one reason." You hummed to let him know you were still listening, tilting your head up to face him properly, "As fucking, cheesy and weird to say it out loud as it is. . .I only really stayed because of you. And like yeah duh, obviously I would, I'm dating you but, you know what I mean." A smile crept to your face, wanting to tease him about it yet not wanting to ruin your chances of him continuing on with this little thought of his, so you stayed put and settled with just a look instead.


          "One of the reasons why we're still at it for this long is because it hasn't been consistently the same for the past two years. A relationship without change is boring," He pauses, once again taking extra thought into wording his next sentence, and you tried your best to reassure him by tightening your hug, "which is why I don't want moments like these to last forever. We can enjoy it while it's happening, but I don't think we should ever wish for it to be like this for the years to come."


          He turns to look at you, striking blue eyes just as beautiful as they always have been in all the other times you've looked at it, soulful and bright as they caught yours, "Our relationship will change, we'll change, we'll learn new shit and grow. That's just life, and that's just how it'll always be." He pulled a face, obviously not liking how he was starting to sound like some wannabe old man with a lot of wisdom but he pressed on, determined to make his point known no matter the cost of his dignity.


          "But I'm not saying that change is better than not. Because believe me, there are some things that I want to stay the same. Like you."


          "I haven't changed?" You raised a brow, moving yourself up so you can rest your cheek on the curve of his shoulder, "No, obviously I'm not saying you haven't changed, you're definitely fucking different from the girl I started flirting with two years ago."


          "HAH! You admit it, you had feelings for me first." He gives you a look that was anything but amused, smiling sheepishly as you whispered an apology and let him continue. "But. . .I guess the one thing that I could say never changed about you was being yourself," He quickly continues, "I know, cheesy, redundant, but I'm trying to have a moment here, so stop looking at me like that."


          "Like what?"


          "Like that."


          "No idea what you're talking about." You were grinning ear to ear like a maniac, trying your best to hide it by burying your face onto his sleeve. "Whatever. My point is that, yeah, change is good in a relationship, but the one thing that I'd never want to change. . ." His voice dropped uncharacteristically soft by the end of it, curiosity making you lift up your head and look at him expectantly to continue, ". . .is who I'm sharing it with."


          . . .


          . . .


          . . .


          "Are you going to propose to me?"


          "Would've been the perfect speech and moment, yeah." You two share a hearty laugh, yours definitely a lot louder than his before the smile on your face softened. It was smaller, not as noticeable as any of the others so far, yet it was the most genuine and heartfelt. "But really that. . .wow. That was. . .unexpectedly really meaningful, babe."


          "Well, you better not get used to it, because that's the last you'll ever hear of it." Your laugh gets muffled pretty quickly when he pulled you back into his hold, sighing in content once again even when he was basically smothering you in his annoyingly comfortable and broad chest, "Except maybe for when I actually propose, who knows."


          "I heard that!"


          The night ended with the Ferris wheel eventually letting you two down, his little speech from earlier enough to not make you feel as disappointed as you initially thought you would be. You don't know how you strayed so far off-course from a Halloween celebration to all this mumbo-jumbo about change and a talk about your relationship, but it definitely wasn't one you could complain about. Today started out fun, it ended fun, and you were just glad that you managed to spend it with Touya.


          This year's Halloween was great, and you were ecstatic to see what might await by Christmas.


          . . .


          . . .


          . . .


          "How long did that take you to recite that whole thing?"


          "I'm not answering that."


note ; happy halloween, guys! so sorry for the 2 day delay, but my life is hectic as fuck lmao, even now i'm struggling ehe


anyway like i said at the start of this chapter, yes i will be rewriting this book. i made an announcement about it, it's the most recent, just check my account.


but basically i didn't like how nonsensical the plot was getting, so i wanted a proper redo.


i won't be deleting this book, but i won't be working on it anymore.


it'll probably still go by the same name, but that's not final yet.


anyway that's it! hope to see you guys in the better installment of dead, darling, dreams! i got some fun stuff planned for that and i genuinely can't wait to work on it. stay safe, love you all!

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