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"Don't be ridiculous! Dashner is--"

"Alright dudes, listen up if you're going to do this you're going to have to draw more people in." The Monster behind the counter looked like he'd just stepped out of a Scare Topic ad, picked up a the microphone and shouted to the entire maul.

"The Mortal Death MATCH has been initiated! We need undead bodies here fast! Every Ghoul. Boo, and Manster who thinks they can survive this horrifying match to the DEATH come in now!!"


Several Monster' from every where, curious and contender alike all piled in the store and the Clerk continued shouting to the Maul.

"These are ALL the most challenging songs in the game. This is several songs in a row. All the hardest songs back to back.
These songs have the highest step counts.
Dancers take turns to complete.
Incredibly fast action.

If you think you can survive come and play!"

"Remember If you loose or misstep, you will be electrocuted."

"Lets play the game!"

"Yes!" Roswell was pumped, like a star about to go super nova, Roswell fed on the energy, figuratively, because he'd rather be literally feeding on actual food. But since he could not do that. This sweet humiliation of Perry would have to do.

"Get ready to loose!!"

He stepped back as his own pad.

"Lets Do This!"


"DANCE!"

Dashner's eyes widened and he stepped back, a confused look. "Nobody's fought over me before..."

He grinned a little. That must mean he means a lot to Roswell. Note to self, talk to Roswell afterwords.

"Draconia! Hellene! ....Glen?" Rory stepped out from behind a curtain on the side of the werecatwalk, surprised to see his friends there so early. He had actually been there well over an hour, since the time that the mirrors in Scarie LaVeau's Hexpo demonstration lab had shown him that she had arrived.

Scarie had looked straight up at him, peering down at her from one of the mirrors, raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, almost as if she had been hexpecting him for hours. He'd reflected right out of the mirror, fully hexpecting her to berate him for spying on her.

Instead, they'd had a very pleasant and informative conversation. Rory was acutely aware (and a little embarrassed) at how little he knew about his extended 'family'...and fortunately Scarie had been pleased to answer his questions and ask some of her own. Her sharp tongue and formal nature reminded him of his own mother.

"Ah, there's dat other boy then." Scarie herself stepped out from behind the curtain and glowered down at the three new arrivals. "Best be releasin' him, girl. I need that boy conscious. Rory here be askin' all sorts of questions and I'm fixing to give him answers."

Hellene suddenly realized that she had a death grip on Glen and released him.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaasp!" Glen gulped in air, thankful to the aunt that normally scarified him. She had no time for his thanks, though. In one fell swoop, Scarie came upon Glen with a giant pair of scissors. "What're you-EEP!"

Glen flinched, as the scissors went up - - - and then down, with a loud, full-bodied *SNIP*, and cut...off a lock of his hair!

"Dere. Not so bad, is it?" Scarie held up the red and black lock for Draconia, Hellene and Rory to see. "Rory here be askin' about Voodoo magic, an' how it differs from the sort of magic HE practices, or the sort that YOU practice."

Scarie gave Glen a whithering glare that seemed to say 'And I DO hope you're practicing, young man.' with her cat-like eyes.

"Dere are several different fields of magic a witch can study, you know. An' not all practicioners of magic be witches, either. Like Marceline. Dat ghoul, she understands the voodoo. She's Loa. All of the Loa understand the voodoo, they are a part of it's power and it's elegance."

Scarie turned away from the Monster High students as she spoke, her arms moving as she worked something away from their view.

"Mirror magic, dat's all about observing, non? It's about seeing and passing on that knowledge, or usin' what people see to your'n advantage. Mirror magic's powerful in its own right, to be sure, but it's hands-off. It's defensive. It's on de white side of de spectrum."

Scarie paused...turned and looked at her huge selection of hair products. She picked something up from the shelf and turned back to the project she was working in her hands.

"And den there's the direct magic, offensive magic. Throwin' bolts of lightnin', castin' hexes. Raw magic dat be channeled through a focus, like a wand. Red magic, dat's what dat be. Life energy, bein' bent to your will. Dat's what dat boy there works with." She tossed a thumb at Glen behind her back, making Glen jump involuntarily. "An' of course there's black magic, spells dat remove a person's will. You all seen dat recently, I think, with Mezmer's spell dat sorry excuse for a witch Hagetha tried to use. And green magic, which is basically de red magic used on nature. Well, Voodoo, y'see boy, it borrows from all of those arts to become somethin' entirely different."

Scarie turned around, and opened up her cupped hands. Inside was a tiny rag doll in the quasi-likeness of none other than Glen DaWest. At the very top if it's tiny green head, the hair Scarie had snipped from Glen's head was lashed on.

"Voodoo borrow's energy, the ti bon ange, from one place and places it in another. Den, we use our will, the gros bon ange, to manipulate dat energy. It takes great concentration and preparation, great strength of spirit to properly use voodoo."

Scarie grasped the doll by the hand and had it tap itself on the head. As if he was a mirror, Glen's own hand raised up and smacked himself on the temple.

"Ow! Hey!" He protested as Rory watched the proceedings with great interest.

"Wow. Did you just make him do that?!" Rory asked, incredulously. Scarie raised an eyebrow.

"Let me demonstrate again." She raised the doll's other hand, Glen mirorring it perfectly, and manipulated the tiny hand till Glen slapped the other side of his head.

"No fair!" Glen protested. "When do I get to smack you around?!"

"You don't." Scarie replied, turning the doll upside-down. True to form, Glen himself flipped over and floated casually, hair sweeping the ground as he crossed his arms and pouted. "Voodoo requires the most study, the most ceremony of any of de magical practices. It requires patience. Intensity. Focus. T'ings dat some teenage witches often lack."

"I don't lack-WOAH! You should see how much gum is under this table!" Glen shot back. Scarie turned the doll over, righting Glen, and then set it on her worktable.

"I've seen Marceline do some of her magic before." Rory thought back to Marceline's work campaigning for Tombcoming Scream Queen with him. She'd used dirt and a mirror to help overwrite his mirror messages. He realized now that she'd been accomplishing something very similar to what Scarie was doing now...using objects and her willpower to cast magic. "It's scary impressive how it works!"

"Mmm hmm, dat's for sure. Dat ghoul had a pretty good teacher for most of her magic, I suppose." Scarie's eyes twinkled a bit, perhaps betraying a bit of pride. She turned back to Glen. "You. Get in the chair."

"What? I'm not here to get my hair done! Hellene is! So is Draconia!"

"Oh yes! Do my hair! Please! And then sign my magazine and please tell me the story of the time you and your pet snake Zombi did Medusa's hairstyle for the Great Monster's Ball and Zombi got mixed up with all of Medusa's snakes and how you managed to transform the whole debacle into a scarestyling sensation across the globe even though I've read about it in all the books and I even edited the spookypedia page for it for accuracy it would just absolutely be the beast thing ever to hear it from your lips-"

"No. Glen first." Scarie cut Hellene off before she turned blue and passed out. Then her exepression softened. "Den de chatty one. Now, Rorrim, you watch. Dis is my scarestylist technique."

Picking up the doll, Rory and Scarie turned around as Glen rather unwillingly was seated in the scarestyling chair. He witnessed as Scarie took the voodoo doll, and, in an incredibly fast and efficient fashion, styled it's hair, snipping, shaving, coloring and styling until the doll's hair had a completely new, totally revolutionary style. Rory had never seen someone's hands move so fast, so skilled in what she was doing! He could barely even hold a pair of scissors without being afraid!

"Done!" She pronounced, setting the doll down. Rory and Scarie turned around to see....a brand new scarestyle on the actual Glen DaWest! Rory's jaw dropped.

"Wow! It's....clawesome! Glen! You look uhhh-mazing!" Rory walked around his cousin, admiring how Scarie had managed to redo his normally punk hair in a brand new take, while still managing to keep Glen's personality shining through. "No wonder you're such a sensation, Aunt Scarie!"

"I know." She replied with a sly grin. She turned Glen around so he could see his own reflection in the mirrors set up around her station. "I take my scarestyling serious as I take my voodoo. And dat is why I am the best. My willpower flows through them both, and makes them one and de same."

Scarie twirled around and looked at the two ghouls.

"Now....who's next?"

Roswell, bobbed, weaved, stopmed and stepped on his way to glorious glory!

"HA!" He luahged quickly noticing Perry's misstep! Of course he'd loose! All Roswel had to do now was keep his time. It was a done deal. As long as he didn't tired out first... but with these adoring fans, how could he?

This was Roswell's game! Music, beats, lyric, instrumentals. all of it! There was only music to his ears.

He remember once he'd faked, not knowing how to dance to get closer to Melody. If was a faund memory, even more so would be this one!!

He was going to win this game!! Or die trying!

"Huh?" Roswell look confused momentarily, then smirked. "Are you loosing you're breath already? Keep up Old Man." He jeered at Perry.

"We never did go over what would happening in the sliver of a change you'd win this... That's never going to happen. You're going to loose."

Jump, shuffle, switch positions, turn and return.

"On the small hopeless moon in the darkness of space that you think you'll win this. Then yes. I'll stop challenging you, for Dashner, MY BEAST friend, to Death Tournaments."

He frowns a little, could Perry really win? Or was Roswell just getting a little tired? Time to find out.

He hadn't really thought of it, and sports? Never really enjoyed them to any extent. What what to do to keep him away. Foot-ball was becoming a problem
"I-I Don'--"

*ZAP!!*

"AH!" He'd just missed his step!! And a terrible shock light his nerves on fire!! He wouldn't let this stop him!!

Continuing to dance to the techno music. He glared at Perry.

"It's not over yet!"

Worst off all was not that he was getting tred. No oh no. This was far worse.

The Scarcarde was across from the food Corpse. And Roswell was starting to get hungry!

"Need to eat..." He whispered to himself. He hadn't eaten since the game from last night. The lack of food was effecting him poorly.