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Halloween Party (Various-fluff/lime/angst)

Spoopy month = spoopy chapter

Kind of

Not really

Btw, lime is like spicy moments that can lead to smut, but isn't quite smut. It's honestly the most I ever write regarding smexy times~

Also, tw, I guess? There's gonna be vomiting, but not in too much detail bc I myself have a very poor gag reflex and even the thought of vomit makes me want to vomit, so yeah.

BadBoyHalo: Darryl
Skeppy: Zak
A6d: Vincent
Dream: Clay
SapNap: Nick
Zelkam: Jacob
Techno: Dave

I typically write their real names bc;
1) It's easier for me
2) So people don't know that I'm writing youtuber fanfiction if they look over my shoulder

Btw, 'this' means that someone is signing (sign language), while "this" means someone is speaking verbally. This is important, trust me.

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It was Halloween, so you know what that means.

Everyone getting hammered and horny while Darryl has to parent them all.

Naturally.

He looked around the room, trying to find his idiot.

He saw several people. Most he knew, some he didn't.

George was screeching and hitting Clay as he gave his older friend a piggy back ride, probably non-consensual, while Nick was laughing his ass off.

Wilbur and Jschlatt were talking while Dave, who had to be fortunate to stand right beside the pair, was looking thoroughly concerned and scared.

Then there were the teenagers, who were encouraging someone, a.....friend? Sure, let's go with that, a friend that Schlatt brought with him, to chug an entire bottle of wine in one sitting.

Needless to say, it was chaos.

He sighed, walking upstairs. Several bedroom doors were shut, and hopefully locked with all the noises emitting from them.

He walked down the corridor, sighing and was turning to go before he heard the sound of vomiting from the nearby bathroom.

He walked to the bathroom, and looked inside. Inside was his friend, hunched over the toilet, looking like he was this close to passing out. The place reeked of bile, most of it emitting from his friend. Bile, both old and fresh, stained the corners of his mouth and part of his shirt.

"Zak?" He said, alerting the younger male of his presence. "Are you okay?"

The twenty-year-old looked at his friend, his eyes clouded over as if he was in some sort of daze. He then slowly looked at the contents in the toilet next to him, then looked back at his friend.

"I think my body didn't appreciate me downing that six-pack in an hour."

Darryl sighed, walking over to his friend and helping him up. He looked in a cabinet and found a washcloth, swiftly wetting it and wiping the dried bile off of his friends lips.

"God, it's like you're my mom or something." The shorter male joked after his friend was done. "I can take care of myself, you know."