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Between the sensations, the voices, and the formless figures, the black dog was left unnerved. He recognized this, a little too well, and in an attempt to block it out, he clamped his hands over his ears. But his attempt was futile. "So damn noisy!" It was the third time now. He had felt this once before on the island, where they had been stranded. Just that alone had sent off warning bells. But he had felt the same thing later again when they were at the four clans and each time he sensed something dangerous, powerful. This time was no exception.

"I don't like this..." He growled out, hackles raised as a chill ran up his spine. Whatever was approaching, it was close by.

One moment he was picking up trash with a couple of barely known demons. The next, everything was going grey, white, muted. There was simply a void. It was confusing for a minute, was he there or was everything gone.

Home.

Home? Had he imagined the voice? The fog was changing, shifting, shapes emerging. All he could do was watch as the changes occurred. Beings emerged. Not moving, not doing anything but staring, fixated on one point before dissolving, only for another to be formed, another to fade.

Home.

He could feel the word down to his core. Desire washing over him as he began to see, to smell, to listen. Sights that to him were mostly unfamiliar, the forest, nature. He could only compare it to a time when he had felt wanted, accepted...before he had been untrustworthy. To the faintest stirrings he was feeling when he passed the Nurse's office. Acceptance. Wanted. Happiness...simple pleasures. But this, this was so much more intense, a feeling he had never even dared to dream of.

And then it was gone. But already the desire had been sparked. Already his mind was filled with the longing for this home, his true home. Where he would be happy. He wanted it. More than anything, a deep ache that clawed at him, all the way down to his core, hurting with the need of it. Without it he would be just a useless shell walking about. He wanted a home.

He knew the figures were waiting. He vaguely heard Miss Sin talking, though he could not really make out her voice to hear that she wanted them to leave. No, he just felt cold, quiet. Calm. He stood there, some of his always present defenses dropping away as he waited, unfocused, just staring like the pillars of figures at something in the distance.

He wanted to go home.

Astra suddenly found herself frozen to the spot, the area around her and Yuki becoming smothered in fog. Her gaze was fearful, not just for herself but for her boilfriend. Was this what had been frightening the ghost boil? Thankfully the sensation wore of quickly, and she rid herself of the sash in order to fly upwards, darting around Yuki to make sure he was safe.

"S-stay close!" She ordered in a shaky voice, already holding up a leaf to throw if needed. All around her she could see figures appearing, ones made of fog with eerily blue eyes which stared in one direction only. She wasn't sure what they were looking at...

She then fell to the ground, a sense of longing enveloping her senses. She wanted to be with her friends, wanted desperately to cling to Yuki and hold him and never let go. She wanted to see Riley as well, and Lizzy too.

The fairy had not been to the four clans, But she had experienced the effects of the fog many times before, so she was aware of what was happening. Once the feelings were gone however, she held herself, shaking with the desire to just hug Yuki. But she couldn't do it now, what if when she turned her back something came to strike at them. No, she was the senior student, she had to protect him!

"A-are you okay?" She said in a shaking voice, looking around slowly and afraid of what she may find hidden in the foggy mists.

Roch's reaction was instantaneous. He forgot about the booth and his name and moving to his ghoulfriend and best friend's sides, summoning his guitar and gently trying to push them towards the group of other students. He wasn't about to lose either of them--hunter or anything else, jackdammit.

"I think everyone should leave now," he said quietly to Demi, Xiu, and the others.

Hearing someone shouting his name, Shun turned to see Poke rushing over towards them.

"She's safe at home," he replied quietly, then turned back towards the Hellhound.

"That may be a bit of an understatement," the Reaper replied lowly.

Though, he soon paused at Xiu's words, then nodded slowly to her as he listened carefully to what she had to say.

"I may not be able to reach the dorms without being cut off if something happens at this point. And while I can hold my own, I think it would be best to not be by myself if something goes down. I don't think Mitsu would forgive me if I let something happen to me."

Chryses had avoided the Fright Night Festival itself, but the cleanup, while likely crowded, felt like something he simply had to be there for. He had been working quietly and diligently to neaten up, all the while wearing a world-class disgusted expression because this was well and truly gross.

And then the fog rolled in. He straightened and looked around, eyes narrowed.

Home.

No, home was somewhere he much wanted to avoid, thank you.

The strange figures had him near panic. What the actual Jack was going on. This was possibly the strangest thing that had happened to him, and he was counting the experience in the caves.

And then there was the longing, and he knew at once that the home he wished for was not his house, but Amityville, which felt more like a home than...home ever had. When it was gone, all the demon wanted was to have it back, to keep it close like one of the shining treasures he so blithely hoarded.

The voices were still there, and that horrible emptiness too.

What...was this?

Riyo looked genuinely hurt when the boil came out and said how bad she smelled. "W-well I can't help it either!" She shouted, huffing as she stripped off the jacket and turned it inside out. There. She didn't smell nearly as bad now.

Then it hit.

Everything went blank. Her feelings, her thoughts, even her sight. The jacket dropped carelessly at her side as she stared off into nothing. Never had anything been so still, so quiet in her lifetime.

Until that voice called out and broke the silence.

Home.

These figures. Visions. Muted greys. They were all somehow familiar. It was something she should've feared, yet the emotion completely escaped her right now. Home. They were so passionate in their desire. So full of longing. Yes, she was no stranger to longing. To the heart-wrenching hunger for comfort. This, however, was on a much larger scale. All the thoughts that filled her almost completely made her stomach ache when it was all taken away in an instant.

She stared off into the distance as the feeling drained from her body, a hand gingerly resting over her heart in the seconds after.

Someone was here.

They needed to go.

Where the longing had been, panic soon started rushing in like a tidal wave. It threatened to make her overflow. She was starting to hate the sound of her own name being called.

"D-deacon. Deacon!" She cried, grabbing his arm and shaking him. "We have to go. Somewhere. Anywhere but here."