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[[Hallway]]

Ulmuka burst out in his usual shrieking giggle when the ribbons flew. Something about ribbons was not nearly as awful as glitter. The strix boil rushed forward in front of their group and snatched up some ribbons.

"Did you all go to the Open House?" He took the ribbons and tied them on his unruly tufts of hair like pigtails. He then put some on his shoulders and with a giggle said "Magical Ghoul! Make a contract!!"

He posed like they had done at the school's previous event and he certainly looked silly! If anything he would make any of them on edge laugh. He was okay with that! And they were sloooowly but surely making their way down the corridor.. but was the hall getting tighter?

[Hallway]

Perhaps the yellow had gotten to him. Or maybe it was the heat that seemed to come from the colors of the room. Or maybe it was just that there were so many people. Artemis wasn’t sure of any of the factors that led up to the outcome.

But he knew the outcome.

He was lost, stranded, alone. Without another by his side, Art’s weakness started to show again. He jumped at the slightest whisper, whimpered at the first signs of glitter, and nearly puked at the sight of another kitten poster. This was terrible, all so very terrible. Why him? Why was it always him? This school seemed to have it out for him, and he wasn’t even a student yet! He sighed and slumped against a brightly painted wall, shoving his hair into a messy ponytail.

‘This is all too much.’ He thought, rubbing his temples. He was stranded now, forever alone. He felt like succumbing to the House and all its nasty tricks, almost trying to make himself meld with the wall that he was slumped against. That wouldn’t be such a bad unlife, would it? Being part of a haunted house… Wait, was the house actually swallowing him? CRAP.
His neck lurched as he suddenly felt himself falling backwards, hands trying to stabilize his body by holding the ground. But there was no more ground. So he fell, and fell, and fell some more. Then, he fell horizontally. He made a few sharp turns, went up an incline, and then fell down at an angled decline, before being spat out of the house in front of a mirror. The Tattoo Demon looked back, seeing the a gap in the house close up. So that’s what it had been, a trap door…

Looking back in the mirror, Art screamed and jumped back. No. No no no no no no no. Absolutely no! “Arrrgh!” He fell to his knees in shock, not believing what he saw. It was him, but it wasn’t. The same Artemis, same facial structure, same height and weight, but everything else was wrong. His reflection had no piercings, no tattoos, and no style. He was wearing a plain suit and tie, his hair was cut, and his horn was nice and polished. He carried a very expensive looking briefcase, and wore a very fancy watch. What was this! It was so… bland. Disgustingly bland and unoriginal. It was terrifying…

“I will NOT become unoriginal and bland. I will NOT become society’s b***h. I’m gonna carve my own way, and give the dull cubicle life the finger. I fear losing my inspiration, my creativity. I’m nothing without imagination.”

Those seemed to be the magic words, and the mirror disappeared. With a smirk of triumph, and a little bit of confusion hinting on his brow, Art walked forward into the abysmal hallway, never stopping. Even if he had to do this alone…

((Hallway))

"yeah, I think I hit my pink quota for today." he stuttered out in between a couple of eyetwitches that he didn't know he had. Well, that was indeed new.

It felt a lot better having most of the ribbons off of his body save for a few stuck to his limbs and the lot that was in his hair. oh.... he was still feeling unclean having the pink stuff on him still. "I don't care if I can't change, i'll shake as a human." he gritted out as he braced his arms on the floor and did his best attempt at shaking from left to right. It was certainly more difficult to do in such a lanky form, and less effective to boot as only a few more strips came loose from his hair with a upset disposition on the boil's face.

He was really trying to calm down just like Faint was suggesting, but he could still feel the pink ribbons on him, trying to embed themselves in his skin. He suppressed another shudder before taking more deep breaths. "I'll be fine, I think." he said without much emotion to the other boil.

For some reason, he was concerned that his biggest fear dealt with the color pink, and that was what he saw in the mirror.

Nightmares? Mirrors? This haunted house? No thanks.

After a long while of standing around wondering if she should pass by the glass...Natalia turned on her heels and moved through the corridors until a particularly sharp corner brought the monster to the front door.

And out she went.

((EXIT!))

This place looked pretty dumb.. but it also looked like a safe hiding place.

Though, there seemed to be quite a few people in there. And it was dark. And people would step on him.

No, the fruity house was not for Robert.

He kept walking.

((Stairway - ty, Felyn! owob doing the past event rp anywho then!))

Again with the fears.. the voice was quite persistent. As she moved up the stairway with Tess following closely to her, the tatzel came to a landing between steps. She peered into a brightly lit and sparkling room rather small in size. The door looked to have been newly opened... Levi bent down to inspect the latch... It had been forced opened from the inside. Happy giggles were heard from inside, but nothing nobody was inside...just a mirror. Levi made sure Tess was still joining her as she nodded her head to the half ghoul to sign that they were going in to check it out. Ya hear them gigglin' too?... c'mon. Let's see 'bout this.

Taking each step very carefully, Levi peered about suspiciously with narrowed eyes until she came before the full sized mirror. Even at Levi's height of 5'8" it appeared rather large, portraying nearly one wall to the other behind her. Fluttering by her side was Tess who didn't see very comfortable being in this setting, but Levi would be ready if anything did try to attack them. There was no need to panic...right?

She starred into the mirror then... and a blurred image was starting to develop. Eyes widening, Levi recognized the scene. It was her farm back home; the crops were flourishing with ready to pick candy corn. Smiling at first, Levi began to think this mirror was some sort of wish granting mirror or something. Everything at home was doing well!

... until the image began to change.

The crops began to wither with giant flames towering above the barn. The crops were burning and she wasn't home to help smother it out. She wasn't there; he town was disappearing while she was gone. Ya SEE THIS, TESS?! I....I can't... she couldn't process the words. She really thought this could be the reality of what was happening at the moment in her town. Where was her family... her kin... Placing a hand to her mouth, she just- starred. Starred and blanked out with absolute frustration and an aching stomach. If she didn't catch wind that this wasn't real soon- she was racing out of this place and back home to see the damage for herself.

Ngiht had been attracted at first by the sweet smell of a flowery pink smoke, and then second by some kind of lights and....was that glitter on the ground? Oh sparklies! He had been so entranced by the Haunted house's room that he didn't realize that he had entered and now was unable to get out.

"Well then." The cat paced the foyer of the front room and debated on just how to proceed through, he obviously needed to get through the maze like haunted house to reach the end. two path's laid clear to him and he stood awhile staring at them. His nose twitched with a familiar scent and he followed his senses, down the Staircase path Night went.

"Alright, going down a staircase." Night said aloud....

"Still going down a staircase..." He said five minutes later....

"HOW MANY STAIRS ARE IN HERE?" He rested his hand on the wall as his legs felt like Jelly, fifteen straight minutes of walking was not helping the situation get any better and he jack damn sure wasn't going back UP the stairs.
(Entering the Staircase?)