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- Only ONE PERSON from the team needs to complete each article!

1) Find one NPC character's name and listed for each article under these categories:
- Demon
- Reaper
- Ghost
- Monster
- Undead
- Life Hunter
- Moon Hunter
- Sun Hunter
- Death Hunter
- Mist Hunter

2) Find a marshmallow (in real life) and give it Kyubey (o w o ) eyes. Write underneath the marshmallow on a piece of paper the words SUFFERING and then take a photo of it.

3) Create a Haiku (5 - 7 - 5) using the words "elegantly" "suffering" and "pumpkins"

4) Go to the main thread and roll 1d100 until you roll higher than a 90. EITHER OR of the team members can do this. Link your proll to your roll here.

5) Find 5 trophies on the minipets site that all have the colour orange on them. They do NOT have to be owned by you but list the links below of each image:

6) Record a small audio clip of you saying "Meta" four times.

7) Translate "contracts" into binary

8 ) Create a Flash animation (must be a .fla OR .swf file submitted) of a pumpkin flying around, however you want to interpret that

9) Great a .gif animation (must be a .gif) of blinking Kyubey eyes

10) Create a tea blend based off TiH on Adagio Blends and link it here!

11) Collect (YOURSELF) at LEAST 25 Cannon Cat Minipets. They must show up in a box on your account. Link the box.

12) Use tektek to create an avatar based off the theme of Halloween (link the .png or tektek link)

13) Photoshop any NPC character's art onto a Teen Wolf character's body. The body must have abs.

14) Find 5 journals of Canadian characters (Hunters or Students that have a strongly Canadian background or heritage)

15) Fine the GAIA PROFILE accounts of 5 ToT characters (Trick or Treat) characters and name them by their actual names. Ie ToT __'s name is Blah!

16) Find the official school mascot

17) Draw a pumpkin with the A for Amityville on any part of your hand with a marker or pen and take a photo of it.

18 ) Take a picture of backyard/city/etc and make halloween version (edit in spooky things)

19) Find an image of any TiH NPC and Blingee it

20) Go to sparklee.com and write in sparkling gif "I LOVE HALLOWEEN"

21) Handdraw a pixel version of any minipet

22) Photoshop a moustache onto 5 student picture heads on the student list

23) Dress yourself in IRL minipet Gijinka colours and take a photo of it (no need to include the head if you're embarrased, only one party member needs to do it)

24) Create a google doc excel sheet listing all the Arpakassu minipets (on the minis site) multi-alt species by name in alphabetical order

25) Draw a picture of a pumpkin +anything else you want in our oekaki:
http://www.thesporkedken.com/oekaki/

26) List five minipets accounts with the elusive INSANE FISHER trophy

27) Write a 250 word fanfiction (MIN 250 words) about the forbidden relationship between any TiH character and a TiH NPC

28 ) Take the above and cross it over with Pacific Rim

29) Write a line of PHP code with mysql interaction that would take a table with values Name, Rank, Age and make a page sortable by all three contents, only if the age is over 10, alphabetically. Also flag if the name is chibizoo, that the rank gets a special prompt message that says "CONTRACTS" on the page.

30) Create a web page made ONLY with Html and CSS. It must be made from scratch without using blogspot, etc etc. It must be a .html file. Include on it IN BOLD RED FONT "HELLO I AM DOING THIS FOR THE SCAVENGER HUNT" and then an image of a unicorn.

27) Write a 250 word fanfiction (MIN 250 words) about the forbidden relationship between any TiH character and a TiH NPC

Smoke drifted up from the tent as Iyari entered. Medea had been in a trance for days and the war horseman had become irritated. She's doing it to avoid me. Every day coming and going in an attempt to see her, being ignored sent her blood into a boil and she'd finally had enough of it. With a toss of a dagger next to her face the priestess had narrowly avoided it by swinging her head to the side and her eyes coming back into focus. “Hm?” She made a small sound and glanced to the front of the tent, moving gracefully towards the figure. Iyari was tapping her fingers against her arm but had a distinct smile on her face which was rare enough but mixed together with the hungry look in her bright eyes made the Priestess stop in her tracks.

“You've come again.” She said quietly, turning away from her and staring down into some sort of concoction. Bravely the war horsemen set forward, stopping within inches of her, looking down at her with purpose. “5 days you've been in that trance.” Iyari muttered, her wings trembling at her side. “Is it actually important or are you trying to forget something?” The tension in the air was rising and the Priestess merely hummed as an answer, turning back with an aloof look about her. “It may be a sign your visits should stop.” There was little inflection in her voice – that irritated the other more than it needed to. A hand moved out from her and was placed on the shoulder of the Priestess and the war horseman invaded her personal space, looking down at her with reddened cheeks. “I wouldn't like that.” Iyari muttered again, fighting with herself to stay staring into Medea's eyes.

Another hum came up from her but the Priestess did not shy from the touch but remained motionless. The hand on the shoulder became a tighter grip. “You don't have anything to say?”

...andthentheykissed! /2embarrassed


28 ) Take the above and cross it over with Pacific Rim

They had said they were compatible. The two had worked together for a few months now, had gone through the motions but who would have thought that Iyari, the battle-hungry one would have ended up with the tactical mind of Medea. The redhead sighed as she leaned up against the hallway wall of the hangar. She was waiting to see if she would show, Medea had seemed to be avoiding her as of late after their last stunt had sent them both tumbling with the Jaeger. A sideways glance down the hall and a familiar brown-haired sight was bringing in, carrying her helmet with a slow pace.

The redhead smiled just slightly and pushed off of the wall as the other approached and they stood in silence next to each other. Iyari turned and together they both stared up at their Jaeger. “Are you ready this time?” Iyari said, glancing with her bright eyes to the shorter of the pair. “I was ready last time.” Medea responded, her eyes giving nothing of emotion away as they turned back to face the other, “You distract us with those thoughts.” Iyari felt a surge of emotion and redness on her cheeks as she recalled the memories dug up. The labyrinthian mind of the redhead had been broken as she had seen those memories come, the loneliness they both shared and the mysteries of Medea's past fade in and out.

It was a sort of attraction Iyari couldn't fight, nor justify after they had both crossed the neural bridge together. Since the first moment she had an insatiable urge to stay near her, to be there for her through the dark and lonely times they both suffered. Never had she actually asked Medea about it, but rather acted on such urges, allowing her mind to wander even when it mattered the most. Iyari knew it couldn’t continue but has selfishly held onto a hope, though it was obvious she couldn’t keep it hidden from Medea no matter how hard she tried.

She stood silently pondering over it, clearing her throat after a moment. “I don't think of it as a distraction, not really. At least, not a bad one.” She said, reaching a hand over and placing it on Medea's head with a tender stroke of her hair. “We have to be together on all fronts or we will fall again.” Medea replied in a matter-of-fact response, as per usual. Iyari sighed, the redness on her cheeks swelling and she bent over with a peck on the other's cheek, taking a few steps. “Then maybe we should be.” She cast a long glance back, “Together, I mean.” She felt her heart racing. It was stupid, strange and new and the two had only known each other for a short time. “It could... help?” The redhead continued uncertainty, moving her hand down and placing it on Medea’s shoulder. She only seemed to nod back at her with a small, happy smile as she pressed ahead of her. “Perhaps.” She said, grabbing at the redhead’s hand on her shoulder and squeezing it possessively before taking their places.

The sound of the Jaeger was mind-numbing and each looked at each other as it began to power up. With a nod Iyari backed into her mind where familiar memories and thoughts filled them, even as irritating as Medea could be out there – in here she could only be herself. A smirk crossed Iyari's face as they headed out. “Let's go get them this time. Together.”

27) Write a 250 word fanfiction (MIN 250 words) about the forbidden relationship between any TiH character and a TiH NPC :
Their eyes would meet, but not linger for more than a sparing second, a warmth spreading along West's youthful cheeks, making the demon wrinkle his nose in distaste. He had to be more discrete! surely someone nearby would notice what was going on, even in that minute moment of wandering gazes. But he couldn't help himself. Cricket... had caused him to feel a powerful drawing to her, a warmth in his gut that made the boil even more irritated than he already normally was. But at the same time... it made him feel something else... excitement. The thrill of the forbidden feelings that were frowned upon by society, the secret kept between just him and the nurse. It hadn't been intentional, of course, but after a rather spirited battle with a few other students, having gotten worked up by them rather easily, West found himself in the office of the ghoul staff member, being given the most minimalist means of care and aid. Of course he didn't care, he was tough after all. A few scrapes and bruises couldn't keep a manly boil like him down. But it was in that moment of inspection and "gentle" care that he began to see her in a different light. The way she faintly grazed a hand against his flesh, her melodic voice, and no nonsense attitude. He could dig it, that's for sure. Intrigued by her apathetic demeanor, West couldn't help the pitter patter that raced in his chest when ever he saw her afterwards. He began to watch her, in the hallways, and make trips to the clinic just... because. Faking a minor injury just to get a chance to see that ghoul. Who cares if she's a grown adult? He sure as heck didn't. He was a man of passion! And the fire in his heart could not be stifled by something as frivolous as rules! she would be his! - musica

28 ) Take the above and cross it over with Pacific Rim –

Their world was under siege.. it seemed as though hope was starting to slip away bit by bit, as the creatures of only myth and stories broke up from the ground below. They terrorized and destroyed mindlessly, ripping up the earth, and wiping out entire civilizations of Halloweeners. No matter what FEAR was executed to stop and kill the creatures was of no use, and the amount of true deaths racked up day after day, corpses unable to be retrieved, some even eaten whole. Even Amityville wasn't safe from the wrath of the colossal beasts. Students were sent home to family's, or some pulled out, though others remained either out of lack of family or desire to fight back. There was no time for declining those who would take up arms in the time of need. West couldn't leave... because he couldn't leave her. He couldn't stand the thought of Cricket being eaten by one of those things! and besides, he wanted to fight. The most intelligent beings began creating massive robots that were to be controlled by a Halloweener, in essence a enormous suit of armor with gadgets and gizmo's to boot. When volunteering to join the ranks of those who wound venture out to the beasts, West could see the shock and... was that worry? in Cricket's eyes. But she didn't look at him too long, for there were others around... surely they would notice... But once the two were alone, she stroked along his stubbly jaw, that concern written in her glowers once more. Gently holding her small hand into his, the other stroking through her ethereal hair, he whispered soft nothings to try and comfort her. Everything would be alright. He couldn't lose, and he wouldn't. - musica

Lucky was a fragile creature, yet also so soft and nubile- ready to be molded into the ideal. He had no 'abs' with which to 'gallop', yet he had a brain, a soft, moist brain waiting to be explored. It could do what no other did for Dwight's need. A need that was as intense as Allan's eternal desire for pocky. Lucky's mind was ready to be explored for all the possibilities in Dwight's opinion- the fact he might be ready for the big games one day, play with the big boys.
Yet it was too soon.
Lucky was only a trainee, and Tony Stark was not yet accepting applications. Tony would only accept the finest, the brightest, and while Dwight knew Lucky had the potential, to just bring him in, to welcome him with open arms? Favortism the crowd would cry, clamoring for a vote on who the next to join the secret boards would be. The secret was out however, the new board, the new fandom- This is Star Trek. Chekov might have gone to another, but that one had no drive, he wasn't THE one. But Lucky? Lucky could do zat. Oh how he could do just zat. Accent and all, he was also in the right place, the right time. One might even say that it was Dwight who was going to get lucky. Lucky had the potential for greatness, to do everything Dwight hoped and dreamed of. Even if he didn't know it now... Lucky was going to get lucky.
After all, they didn't kill non redshirts that often.



28 ) "Sie sind das Essen und wir sind die Jäger" they cried. "No" whispered Lucky," No." Dwight glared down at his protégé and chosen boy in life, "Get in the goddamn Jaeger Lucky!"
"NO! I DONT WANT TO!" But he did because science and bitches loved science and he was pretty sure everybody called Mimsy a b***h even if she wasn't a female dog why people wanted to attract female dogs was confusing to him but Mark said that's what he should go for to get the girl so Lucky tried to listen but it was Mark and Mark was just difficult and- HE JUST WANTED TO IMPRESS MIMSY WHY WAS THAT SO HARD?

It was hard because Dwight had chosen him for the task of being his co-pilot. They would control the jaeger and go kill kaiju. Like the technician had long dreamed. They were both unlikely candidates, but they had that spark. The special something that was shared between them. At least that was the idea Dwight thought. He just wanted to get Lucky. Shoved into the robot and the glowing outfit, Lucky felt more like a ginga bishonen. His hair had even been changed color wise. There were sparkles everywhere, in his eyes, blinking and flashing lights and the smell of roses as he slid into the cockpit and he wasn't sure why.

Clarice was too busy staring at Leon as he was getting into his own robot and outfit to notice Dwight and Lucky heading out in Four Beef Clover. Truely, a manly tanky tank of a jaeger bound to come back victorious. Whispering softly to his partner Dwight had only one thing to say to his co-pilot.
"You ready to deliver a pounding?......"

27) Write a 250 word fanfiction (MIN 250 words) about the forbidden relationship between any TiH character and a TiH NPC

The pumpkin sun was rising on this warm fall morning of the 7th October; Maple was lingering along the book stacks looking for a book on demons; she was combing the stacks for her book as she started talking to herself. When Avery found her, he leaned on the shelf beside the small witch reaper, “Looking for something?” The monster asked as he was looking at the section she’d been perusing.

Maple squeaked froze as she looked at the Monster standing, those eyes.... that hair... “I …. I.” Her mind went blank. It was him.

Avery’s brows lofted as Maple seemed unsure of what to say, “Looking for a book on demons?” He asked as he pulled a book from the shelf, turning it over in his hands. It was what the whole section was on, “How about this?” There was a smile as Avery handed her the book.

Maple’s cheeks turned bright red as she nodded silently hands reaching up shyly to take the book. “T-thank you…”

Avery was standing there looking at her curiously, “Though why are you looking for information on demons?” The Liberian seemed curious as to the reason of Maple’s own curiosity, noting the cute little horns that sat atop her head.

Maple looked up at Avery owlishly as she paused, forming words were hard and she started babbling mostly incoherent nonsense quietly though a few words of the sentence made it out intact, “Th-they’re …..” More incoherent and slightly flustered babbling before she finally managed in a soft mumble from embarrassment, “a... amazing....”

Avery watched Maple tail flickering slowly as she spoke, or well…. Babbled something about demons and amazing? The monster lofted his brow as he peered curiously at her, “Sooo, you find demons amazing? Are… you not a demon?” He ventured as he inspected her, she looked like a demon to him. . .


28 ) Take the above and cross it over with Pacific Rim

"Demons," a voice called from behind them, as if insulted. The pair of them froze in place, the book in Maple's hand falling from her grasp and onto the floor. Her brown eyes turned to the source, her breathing hitched. The young disguised witch wanted to move, wanted to creep towards the amazingly beautiful librarian, wanted him to protect her from these trials as their lives were most likely going to end by their unfortunate discovery in the human world. Had they been caught? Dread filled her, the color from her cheeks seemed to drain. Her own fear was probably leaking and evaporating, she was going to dissipate on the spot. (Avery would protect her, right?) Had someone discovered what they really were? Avery didn't even seem to move a muscle. Actually he looked a little bored.

"You don't want a book like that," the voice continued with a snort as it closed the distance from the two disguised Halloweeners. "They're boring, well they became a little more boring," the man just kept seeming to go on and on as he got to them. He reached down, gingerly picking the book the young witch had dropped and simply placed it back on the shelf without a second thought. Once upright, the pair finally got a good look at the intruding man (well, at least Maple did even though she hadn't calmed down just yet). Brown hair like her own, kept short so he could easily run his hands through it (which looked like he often did out of frustration), thick rimmed glasses and clean cut clothing. That probably would have made him look very ordinary if it weren't for the tattoos that seemed to cover his arms, depicting.. some sort of creature.

Those actually caught Maple's attention even as the man seemed to flail his limbs excitedly about something. "... the Kaiju are at least real," oh he had continued talking it seemed. It seemed to perk her guide's interest at least; perhaps this had been the information they had been trying to get while here? The term didn't feel immediately familiar but it seemed to designate some sort of creature. Perhaps the ones that had begun their sudden attack on the human world, from parts even unknown to them.

"This is the book you want to read," the man still kept going, a morbid kind of smile spreading on his features as he handed the young ghoul a thick book with similar looking art that were on his arms.

"Newton!" Another voice called out, one with a funny accent and belonging to a disgruntled man with a cane. "Please leave those poor people alone with your babbles about how amazing the Kaiju are." The newcomer hobbled over, not pleased with the pace he had to set in order to catch up to his apparent sort of friend. "We have more pressing matters." With that he grabbed the male with glasses by the arm and pulled.

"Terribly sorry." He apologized (as he muttered something angrily, something about being out of the lab), leaving the pair of them alone.

There was silence between the pair of them before Maple felt the book leave her fingertips. "That seems like it'll work," Avery blandly stated before turning around. "Let's go."

Maple let out a sigh, perhaps out of relief as the color began to return to her cheeks with a little more red flushed in. But, perhaps out of adoration. Avery had been so brave. No wonder she had agreed without question to follow him on this assignment.

Standing like a shimmering beacon of fabulousness in the pale moonlight of Halloween, Sinclair released a sigh into the air, begotten with woe. His eyes were foggy with fatigue, for he had spent many a night wracked with turmoil. In the darkness, he would lie awake, staring blindly at the ceiling while his heart was awash with emotions. Feelings that were indescribable. His heart hurt. His stomach churned. His eyes itched because the feelings had distracted him so much he had forgotten to blink. A single limpid tear rolled down his cheek. One thought appeared in sharp focus amidst the maelstrom of confusion that was his mind. A name, a face: Arel.

Sinclair gazed mournfully at the moon. He felt so strongly for the frost demon - but alas, it was not to be. For Arel was the school secretary, and Sinclair was naught but an extremely fabulous student from a languishing family. But, as another bout of heartache seized him, Sinclair gasped, overcome. "No!" He cried. "I cannot bear this torture any longer!"

With newfound determination, Sinclair resolved to confess his feelings. He ran down Moonlight Hill as fast as his legs could take him - which, as it turned out, was not very fast, and his legs ended up doing very little work after flailing in the air as he tripped and slid down the rest of the way. As soon as he crashed through Amityville Academy's doors, he ran straight to the secretary's office, knowing Arel would be there, if only because he never saw him anywhere else.

"Arel!" Sinclair cried, flinging the door open. It banged loudly against the wall behind it, and the snoozing frost demon jerked up from his desk, startled. Sinclair put on his best smile, smoothed his hair, and sauntered over to him. "I'm sorry to disturb you," He said as sensually as possible, his feathers going into seduction mode by fanning out behind him, "But I need to speak with you... alone..."

"I don't remember you making an appointment." Arel replied. I would have remembered a face like yours, Sinclair was certain was the unspoken meaning.

"This is urgent. And... it's as sudden for me as it is for you." He admitted. He leaned forward, pressing his hands onto the desk, his gaze intent. "But I... must confess something to you..."

Arel's eyes wandered over to the pile of enrollment forms waiting to be stamped. "... Go on, then. I haven't got anything better to do."

Sinclair's hands darted forward to take Arel's into his own. "I think it's better if you stand."

"Why do I have to--"

"Please!"

Grumbling, Arel complied, and Sinclair leaned down to stare deeply into his eyes. "Arel. What I wanted to confess was... my feelings for you. I think - no, I know that I am in love with you! My affections run as deep as the Acheron River! Oh, Arel, if you would stay with me, I have much to offer you... my wealth, my beauty, and my delightful company, but I realize our relationship will be fraught with danger... but the alternative - the thought of being without you would tear my heart apart, and it is more than I can bear!"

For a while, there was silence. But Arel's eyes were sparkling, and Sinclair knew he had swayed him. "Mr. Merchenwald." He said, his voice laden with innuendo. "I think you'll have to see me afterschool. For... detention."

28 ) Take the above and cross it over with Pacific Rim
"Detention? You don't mean... oh. Oh! Oh, frabjous day!" Sinclair cried, drawing Arel to him. The frost demon's head fit squarely against his waist while his horns bumped awkwardly against his chest, and after a bit of fumbling over where to put his arms, Sinclair held him securely.

And then the wall imploded and an enormous monster was roaring in their faces.

"Away, foul beast!!" Sinclair roared back, at least he thought he did. It came out more like a yelp.

"It's probably just a student, calm down--"

"I know this creature! I've read about it in my brother's human contraband! It is called a kaiju--" Sinclair paused importantly, then screamed as the newly named monster smashed a massive, scaly fist into the wall, "--a-and the only way to defeat it is by joining forces within a machine of considerable size!"

Arel stared at him blankly. "What."

"Come! We must find such a machine! Then, we will maneuver it together, do battle with this boil-biting rapscallion, and the power of our love shall conquer all!"

"I don't think we're qualified to--"

Sinclair was having none of it. Scooping Arel into his arms, he rushed out of the rapidly deteriorating office to take his beloved to safety. He managed to carry him as far as the campus grounds before dropping him, out of breath. Behind them, the kaiju was stomping merrily on the remains of Arel's desk.

"My office..." Arel whispered. Sucking in a gulp of air, Sinclair snatched his hand and dragged him forward. "N-no time to dawdle! We must hurry!"

As it turned out, there were several engineers and mechanics willing to allow the two demons to test their dangerous death machines, so long as they promised not to ask any questions as to why they were building dangerous death machines. One mysterious period of unconsciousness later, Arel and Sinclair were fully outfitted and standing in the cockpit of one such machine.

"I think they did something to us," Arel said. "There's an itch in my head, and..."

'I don't think this outfit is very flattering.'

The voice echoed oddly in Arel's mind, and he was certain it was Sinclair's. He hissed. "Sinclair. I think they--"

"Linked our minds together?" Sinclair said, this time aloud. "Yes! The good man was saying that it would be conducive to our partnership! Weren't you listening?"

"I was distracted by the bone saw he was holding!"

"Now, now, my darling snow elk, focus on me - it is time to do battle! Together we fly!"

The giant mecha surged forward, creaked, and promptly slammed into the ground. Arel groaned. They were doomed.

“N-no, you can’t…” The student panted, trying to push himself away from the demon, but it was no use. The scarf was wrapped tightly around him, binding his arms and legs, and even his wings had been snared by the wooly fabric, hindering any movement the dragon boil tried to initiate. “N-no, please, think about what you’re doing!” The demon only grinned, pulling on the scarf, dragging the boil closer to him as if reeling in a hefty catch. He had finally caught him, and had no intentions of letting him go. “I-if this is about the time I skipped detention, I-I can make up for it! H-how about 2… um, 3? I, uh, I promised Efflo I’d take him to the maul this week to shop for some clothes… you know how that boil is with clothes, so this week doesn’t work, and, uh, I promised him I’d teach him how to play bruteball the week after, so, uh… how about next month? Moonday? 3 Moons from now? The dragon tried to dig his claws into the ground, tail lashing about wildly as he tried to slow down the movement. Just how LONG was this scarf? And how strong was he? Was the school secretary secretly packing some muscle underneath that oversized sweater? W-wait, what if he was actually… secretly… a ghoul? Well, that would explain a lot of things. Arel, however, chose not to heed his cry, panting heavily as the ghostly pale white dragon was now directly in front of him, grinning devilishly at Gabriel. “For your punishment…” “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO please spare me oh great secretary sir I’m sorry I called you a ghoul or a sissy ice demon and I didn’t mean to set Efflo’s glowworms loose just to see what would happen if they ate through your paper work I’mhappilytakenitwouldneverworkoutbetweenus-“

“…I’m going to touch your horn.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”


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“It’s the perfect connection,” she said quietly. “I’ll know everything there is to know about you, and you’ll learn all there is to know about me. Simple as that.”
“But,” the mis-matched purple eyes stared at her, ears drooping with worry, “is it really ok? Is this something we should be doing?” Thackery’s tail wasn’t even wagging.
“Yes. We NEED to do this.” Her caress was soft; she stopped just short of scratching him behind those droopy ears. Medea gave the pup a small, sad smile. She needed him calm for this, she needed his heart at ease. “This is the most important thing you’ll ever do.”
“I…I don’t know,” he nearly whimpered. He wanted to help her out, he really did. Even if they’d not agreed in the past, even if he wasn’t sure about the future… she’d been so nice lately. And she’d tried so hard to help everyone. It was his turn to help her.
“It’s not just me your helping,” she said, lifting his chin with her hand. “You’ll be helping everyone, too. And they need this from you, as much as I do. Maybe even more.” She gave him her softest look.
“Are…are you sure? I… still don’t know.” He was scared, he knew that much. But he sorely wanted to help. She’d been so sweet, and he couldn’t deny the fact that he really wanted to help.
“Positive!” She injected as much happiness into her voice as she could and wrapped her arms around him. “All I need to hear from you is a YES.”
He whimpered once, but he’d known the moment he stepped into the tent what his answer to her would be. She’d been so sweet. Been the one to step up and help them all in this time of crisis. It was the least he could do. “Yes.”
“Wonderful,” she whispered, stepping back to smile at him one last time. “You’ll be a hero. My hero.” She shoved him into the portal without another word.
The last thing Thackery would see was that sweet smiling face. The one that had worked out what to do in this time of world-crumbling disaster. What emerged on the other side of the portal was no longer the Cerberus brother. No, it was a member of the hive-mind, linked to each other and to the priestess, and something that barely deserved to be called a monster, in Halloween, anyway. The humans called them that.

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There was once a couple, a couple so much on opposite ends of the spectrum, that no one knew that there would be any way for them to be together. A NPC and a student could never be together, no much how much the yearning for each other would be between them. And once, if that boundary be crossed, there would be no way for them to return back to the way things once were. There would only be that forbidden fruit hidden from the rest of the world, and the suffering pain that would come with having such a forbidden love.

That once that fatal kiss has been made, the curse had been sealed with a Judas Kiss. No matter the way that they try to deny the feelings for eachother, there should have been, and never should have, been that fatal attraction between each other. Who knows, the thought and the love might not even last as long as there love demanded. The thought would burn inside the two, until at last, the words would consume the two lovers, and destroy them both.

When thinking back when their time together seemed so long ago, there would be the memories that would always be remembered, no matter if they were cherished ones or the most terrible of them. Their time together would would be bliss to just them, and whenever the slight reaching of their eyes would meet, they would wish that they could go back to the time that they once had. And yet, they would continue onwards on their opposite paths, knowing that loving each other once again would only cause more heartbreak to the two of them.

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In a time, where the world would be fighting in their chance to save the world against monsters from another world, where people attired in Robotic suits were considered heroes, our lover stood in the mist of this apocalypse. A forbidden love. Perhaps in one’s mind, it was one with a one of the brave who decided to risk their lives for the sake of those who would not be able to protect themselves. But in fact, it was one that could never be. That of a monster and of a hero. The hero saw what others, blinded by their goal, could not see. He saw that the creature did not want to fight, that she came to protect, yet everything she touched, was destroyed by those of her own kind. And there was a love that had blossomed. A love that could never happen, a love that would only lead in destruction and a downfall in them both.

There were the thoughts that had been brought up to him from a story, a story he had once known from a time long before. Something that he seen, and he knew that this could never be, just like the story he had once experience. And from behind, somewhere off to his right, a shot was fired, and others came around from all sides. Everything seemed to be going so fast, that there was no way to stop what was happening inside that group.

His comrades soon made sure that there was no way that the creature would live, and as soon as they had tried to keep her on the brink of death. As he waited for the others to leave, he hurried by the creatures’ side. There it laid, all bloody, barely alive, he saw this like a love that he was once so deeply connected. The faltered love, between that of his past love and him, would never be together again. And now, this was happening all over again. This feeling that would not go away, seeing the creature slowly take it’s last breath. Tears were in his eyes as she saw it pass. As gently as he could in his robotic body, he brushed by the creatures face, sliding down to the neck, knowing that it was dead, even with the hope that it wasn’t.

“Dude,” he heard through the communications system. “Yes?” He replied. “The monster is dead man, we made sure of it. Now, get your little butt over here, and help kick some of the other alien butts that we need to finish.” He breathed slowly, trying to sound like there wasn’t anything wrong. “Yeah, sure, I’ll be there soon.” He heard some noise come from the other man, sounding with a response of alright. He turned back once he knew the transmission was complete. The tears were still in his eyes as he saw it laying there, staring up, getting colder and colder by each passing minute. He brushed the creatures eyes closed, and took his stance as he remembered the once forbidden love that he had once shared, that had brought him the feeling he had seemed to have had for the creature. Soon following, he began to walk away from it, the beautiful creature that, for that moment, reminded him of that feeling it once was to know that something was different, forbidden even, that made everything seem like a romance that was never supposed to have happened.

It took a while for the shred bin to realize why its mechanics squeaked the way they do… whenever she’s around. The hiccupping gears, how each time she came even remotely close, it couldn’t help but… but sputter ink and bits of paper everywhere. It could no more keep its innards or intake in place than it could its affections. But it was a sign of a match! It saw on her discarded papers how ink splattered from her, too, each time she flicked her delicate wrist or took a step on a dainty foot. She would so much as enter the same room as it, and the bin would begin to squeak and gears grind. It got so hot—there was certainly a great deal of smoke billowing about it with all those technical problems—and really…

In retrospect, perhaps the bin had been a tad bit hasty. Ripping up those assignment sheets and applications, taking the letters and carefully arranging them in poetic pose, while ingenious in thought and application… clearly was not the best way to approach this ghoul. Not with the way she stared so offended at the papers piled just beyond the crack under her dorm door. No, this was a ghoul of class, of refined tastes. The bin set to work acquiring tomes—usually the stained and fouled textbooks from other students, but who was it to be picky without a nose?—to begin ripping apart. Now those poems got some double-glances from the object of its affection! She’d gaped, she’d stared, she’d even thrust the pages into the face of a demon, screeching again and again, “Look at this. Look at this.” The volume of her voice, and the way her brow puckered so, how her lips curled over her pearly fangs. Oh it’d done a fine job with this one. It’d been so proud, it’d made sure to sign it’s declaration.

Shred Bin x Agsilved

Totally canon. Totally.

Write a 250 word fanfiction (MIN 250 words) about the forbidden relationship between any TiH character and a TiH NPC
"We should hang out together sometime!"
"We can't. Its forbidden."
In coffeeshop au's, there were no forbidden romances. Mostly because the warm scent of coffee and fancy drinks one ordered could cure anyone of their normal cautions. That was, except for forbidden relationships, the kind not involving romance because not everyone had to make out all the time, even in coffeshop au's ok. But the particular foreboding words that Manager Lady Red gave her newest barista were not spoken lightly.
"B-but! You're really cool and there's this new werewolf movie in theaters and you like werewolves don't you?"
"You're not really aware of plot devices, are you?"
This confused the young not-a-witch enough that Belladonna turned her head to blink at her manager.
"We can't hang out because if we do people will think I am showing you favor." The woman handed the younger girl a box of napkins and pointed at the little tables set up around their shop. It was a fairly small shop, but quaint and always containing at least one tortured artist with their fancy computer or sketchbook.
"But you're so cool! We don't have to tell anyone!" The girl argued with a bounce on the balls of her feet. The box was set down in favor of clutching the bottom of her apron to her heart, as though that would definitely convince Red.
"That makes it all the more forbidden, don't you think?"
Not at all what the girl wanted to hear, she grabbed up the box with a pout and stomped over to the tables. Each napkin holder was angrily refilled, not a difficult task so that it was only ten minutes later when she stomped back around to the back counter. An expectant pout was given to Red as the girl waited for further instructions, but she was instead presented with two movie stubs.
"Forbidden is more fun."

28 ) Take the above and cross it over with Pacific Rim
Sadly, the movie never happened for that very night everything changed when the Kaiju attacked. Even if the happy coffee shop was not located on a beach, the whole world reacted with fear. Since Manager Lady Red had disappeared, Belladonna gave up her job as a barista (she was pretty bad at making frappucinos anyways) and devoted her time to becoming a jaegar pilot. There was something horribly satisfying about moving a giant robot around and using it to punch things. Even the whole intense training part was easy if it meant she got to beat the literal crap out of some giant monster. It was even more satisfying that the girl got to pilot a giant pink and orange and black robot with her best friend and hit on the cute technician who monitored her fights.
What was not fun, however, was being awoken in the middle of the night because of some stupid Kaiju on its way to destroy another city. But a commitment was a commitment and Belladonna would not shirk her duties. Even if as she and Hel ran their cute giant robot toward the monster it looked more like a wolf than a Kaiju. All the more upsetting was the fact that its markings look awfully similar to a particular apron one might wear in a particular coffeeshop. Worst of all was catching sight of a giant name tag on the monster's front that read "Manager Lady Red".
Thankfully the jaegar was equipped with a loud speaker system that Belladonna used to shout at the monster.
"You never arrived for our movie! I waited all night and then you just didn't show up!"
The kaiju looked at the robot for a moment before it punched it square in the face. Some things, after all, were just weirdly coincidental.