vivarium | A Graveyard Smash

Happy Halloween Vivarium!

The day will start not with Calhoun, thankfully, but with Monster Mash playing. Well, that's cute. That's what you might think if it didn't play again immediately afterwards. Then again. And again. It won't stop all day, enjoy.

Anyone who goes to the first floor warehouse will be greeted by the entire room decked out in the cheapest, cheesiest Halloween decorations available- plastic bats that vibrate angrily, ghosts that make obnoxious sounds and lights when passed, orange and black streamers every five feet.

Calhoun is sitting at his equally decked out shop, dressed in a little witch outfit. When anyone approaches he'll seem pretty upbeat.

"Happy Halloween, Test Subjects! I figured you sorry lot would enjoy a little festivity, so here you go! Don't say I don't do anything for you ungrateful subjects."

"I have a little gift for you too! Seeing as it's Halloween and all, I thought hey, why not play a little trick or treat? In this case with memories! So here's the deal, everyone gets a free memory, but I'm gonna guarantee you here it's going to be a spoooooooky one!"

He cackles. "Of course that can mean a loooooot of things, huh? Your choice! Just go through door number one over here-" He gestures to the door always used when people are taken away for memories. "-or just sit back and enjoy! Boy, it sure will be interesting to see what people pick! I'm on the edge of my seat here."

Shockingly he isn't.

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Mm. It's supposed to be on the 31st, isn't it?

[If. Calhoun actually cares about dates. And since this cookie hasn't killed him yet, he'll go ahead and take a larger bite this time.]

[Surely he won't regret that.]

Yes, I believe so. I guess that means this game started sometime in September, it's been well over a month now. [Depressing thought.] Ah, I meant to ask, did you decide to get a memory back?

[Definitely not it's just an ordinary cookie after all.]

Yeah, I did. I'm not sure why it's supposed to be scary, though.

[Like. It definitely was for some reason, but... he can't quite figure out why. Unless...]

What happened? If it isn't too nosy to ask. [Hershel took another bite of his cookie, regarding Sasuke curiously. He wondered what he even meant by that, maybe Calhoun messed up and didn't give him a real scary memory back? Mysterious.]

No, it's alright. I was just talking with another student about all of the other first years who joined the art club. I think she was collecting names for some reason... After I named a few, she seemed to get an idea and was about to leave.

...It was a little weird, though. She said that Yuusuke-

[-? Why is he suddenly so...]

[With hardly any warning at all, he abruptly crumples to the ground like a beautiful snow white who just ate a cookie spiked with Soporil β.

Happy Halloween, kid.]

[Hershel frowned, trying to figure out why this was the memory Sasuke got back when-]

Ah, Sasuke! [Full fucking worry mode, what if Sasuke was sick or in a coma or something?? He just. goes to try and make sure Sasuke isn't like bleeding from a head injury or burning up or something before hefting a deep sigh. What the hell, Halloween, fuck you.

When Sasuke wakes he's probably going to find himself on the comfy couch with Hershel's red cardigan over him as Hershel was probably reading one of the shitty magazines nearby worriedly, or with Hershel just not around if you want a thread end. Happy Halloween indeed...]

[He's pretty groggy when he first wakes up. What happened...? The sound of Monster Mash in the background reminds him that they were in the middle of some sort of Halloween celebration, but--

--Oh. Right. The cookie.

He slowly sits himself up, pressing a hand to his head. It figures they couldn't be trusted after all.]

[What a sound to wake up to. Hershel glances over, relieved, before standing to greet him properly.]

Good morning, sleep well? I have a feeling you got a trick rather than a treat. [Yeah Hershel act like you weren't a piece of shit fusspot for a while until you realized it was probably the cookie.]

Looks that way.

[Welp, lesson learned, no more cookies as long as he's here. At any rate, he's awake and... probably fine now, so he'll quietly straighten out and fold the cardigan before holding it out to Hershel.]

Thanks. Sorry if I worried you.

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