First of all, I'm sorry for my lack of activity. I've had to go through the death of a dear friend and thus, going to the funeral. I cried like a baby, but hey.....what can you do.
Second of all, I know it's not Halloween or anywhere near it, but I've been having a lot of writer's block, so this is my latest spark of insanity.
Now, onto the story......
"Jack!" I call and he comes running. He looks goofy with his Septic Sam costume. He somehow crafted a circular suit with a mask that makes his face look like Sam's blue eye.
"Ready, babe," he tells me and kisses my cheek on the way out the door. I smile and we both make our way down the street to the local church. They are holding a costume contest and Jack decided to enter. He put a lot of effort into his outfit, after all.
We took two seats and the announcer climbed upon the stage, "Hello, everybody!" The crowd around us cheered like it was a Christmas celebration.
"So," he went on, "Tonight we had a lot of entries, so if you signed up, please come upon the stage here, now, please." Jack wrapped his hand around mine and kissed my knuckle. He mouth the words, I'll be back.
I nod and watch him climb the stairs to the stage.
When everybody lines up in a horizontal row (including Jack), the announcer continues, "So, who will win the prize of the night?" He points to the back of the huge room in which we sit and there.......It's a trophy as tall as Jack is (and he's not very short).
I gasp as does every contestant onstage. I turn around and Jack's face is one of ecstasy. The last time I saw that face was when we were making love in the bedroom on Valentine's Day.
"So......." The announcer says one last thing, "Who will it be?"
Suddenly, all the lights go out and the room becomes as dark as the deepest pits of Hell. I can't even see my hand an inch in front of my face.
Then, a deep, ominous voice speaks out, their voice echoing through the room, "Welcome, everyone to the end of all your days." (kinda cliche, sorry.)
"W-Who are you?" the announcer shivers in his skin. The voice, of whom I can't see the source of, growls in response and the poor fellow drops to his knees and crawls behind the knockoff curtain.
I spin my head around, my h/c (hair color) hair fwapping me in the face twice as I look from left to right. I hear something running, but I can't see anything.
Then I feel a buzz in my pocket and something inside lights up.
My phone! That's it!
I scramble to pull it out of my pocket and I wave it around. All of the people around me are cowering under their seats and I even hear a shrill scream as I see a girl go flying through the air.
I slide myself out of my seat and crawl along the floor on one arm, with my other arm holding my phone in the air, its screen lighting up the surroundings behind and in front of me.
Every time the screen blipped off, I heard a rustle from somewhere and then I'd click it and it'd turn back on.
"Jack!" I whisper-yelled and I'd hear a faint reply, "Y/N! Where are you?"
"Follow the light!" And I shined my phone light upon the ceiling.
I hear him reply again, "Okay, I'm coming!"
Before long, I see his circular self shuffling along the floor toward me. His mask is sort of falling off his face, but overall, he looks untouched and completely fine.
"Y/N!" He exclaims when he sees me and gives me a kiss right on my quivering lips, "What is happening?"
I shrug, "I have no idea." I can feel the hand holding my phone shaking like a tree in a storm. He grabs it and kisses it, angling the phone's light toward his ear.
"We'll be okay," he reassures me.
I hear the growl again, this time right beside me.
I spin around and scream.
I wake up in bed, shaking.
Jack is immediately beside me and he's hugging me and rocking me in his arms.
"It's okay, it's just another nightmare," he tells me.
I start crying and can't stop. Jack starts to sing to me.
I keep crying until his singing lulls me to sleep again.
Kay, guys, sorry I haven't been updating, but I have a YouTube now! It's a gaming YouTube and the name of it is Maggatron. Even if most of you prolly won't read this, if you are, please go and subscribe. I would love you all if you did! (I love you all anyway, lol.)
Kay, til next time, guys. See ya!
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Fiksi PenggemarI don't take requests on this book anymore as it's complete, but it contains a little pinch of everything from fluff to lemon to smut. ~ #273 in #halloween - June 20, 2018