Spectacular World

A Day Of Sorrow

In the old world there was a day that was sometimes celebrated by people. It was called Halloween. It was something that managed to be recorded to even today, though it had vastly changed. Halloween wasn't something held on a particular day. It was something that could come out of nowhere and be held when the right time called for it.

It was a day where people would dress up in costumes and tell each other stories. Back in the past, it was used to spook each other. Now, though, it held a different goal.

Halloween was a day that allowed you to be someone else.

A day where you could forget all your issues, whatever they may be, and pretend to be someone else.

Halloween today was a way to deal with sorrow.

Jack sat in his car in silence. He had parked it in a little alleyway near Myth's base but hadn't been able to bring himself to get out. He had simply been sitting in the car for over ten minutes now.

The sun was starting to set, and he had a feeling the others would have already arrived and were waiting on him, but he couldn't bring himself to get out. He was still thinking about everything that had happened. The situation with Wish, him using his old sword, and how he failed to stop her sooner.

Worse yet, the old man was dead...

Old Dog, one of the oldest heroes in the world, had passed on a few days ago. Word of his death hadn't gotten out just yet, and his funeral hadn't been held either. It would happen any day now, though. He already knew he was going to show up to it. He had to.

It hurt.

Watching such a man like Adam Sini die a slow, painful death hurt.

Nothing could be done about it now, though.

With a small sigh, Jack unbuckled and climbed out of his car. Spider Street was mostly empty by this point. The few people who did remain, though, barely glanced his way as he stumbled past him. They likely thought he was some drunkard. They weren't wrong.

Jack rubbed his eyes and tripped his way through the narrow alleyway once he was sure he was out of sight. He arrived at the base and opened the door, slipping inside. No one was on the first floor to greet him, so he climbed up the stairs. He stopped when he reached the very top and raised an eyebrow at what he saw.

"You're in costume?" He questioned. He wasn't dressed as Battery. He had been told to come but not to dress up, so he was just Jack Larison. He wore a white buttoned-up shirt and black dress pants, but the others were dressed up. Not in their hero costumes, though. "What's all this?" He asked.

Hope gave a grin and placed her hands on her hips. "What do you think it is?" She asked.

Jack looked around the room. Their base had changed a bit. Several of the chairs and seats had been pushed up against the walls, and the lights had been dimmed. The TV was on, and it was broadcasting some old horror movie. The others were all in the room as well. Armin, Hope, Lois, and Thaddeus. But they all wore strange outfits. Jack closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm not doing this."

Hope wore a very familiar outfit. She was the only one in a hero outfit, but it wasn't hers. She wore what looked almost like a black military jacket and a long red cape that was tied around her. She wore a blonde wig, which was strange since she could literally change her hair to blonde if she wanted, and she carried a toy gold sword. She was dressed as the Victorian.

"Why not?" Hope pouted. "It's healthy! A bunch of bad stuff happened, so it's a way to blow off steam."

Jack turned away and shook his head. "No. Not for me." He gave a half wave as he walked out of the room. "I'm not going to play pretend." Jack left the room as quickly as he had arrived, leaving them all stunned.