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Third Floor Common Room; Saturday Evening [10/19].

You know what? For a vacation, that trip involved a lot do doing stuff. Between all the hiking, exploring Quito like a homesick city boy when they were there, taking about a million photographs and taking advantage of the pool ~~albeit handwavily~~, Prompto got back feeling strangely exhausted. Wasn't that, like, the opposite of how you should feel after a vacay? Either way, they were back now, he had a giant bowl filled with whatever that candy was that was falling from the sky today (how had he figured out it was candy? He just did, okay??), and he was ready to flop on the couch in the common room, flip on the TV, and maybe surf around a little bit to see if there was something good on to veg out to.

Honestly, he was kind of hoping to find that one show where all those super demanding brides went to find wedding dresses, because he loooooooooved that shit, but it seemed, no matter where he flipped, the channels were all playing some sort of scary movie.

"Welp," he said, as he finally settled on one that looked good and cheesy and horrible, and then settled into the couch with his big bowl of candy corn on his lap, "here's to hoping I don't regret this later when I'm trying to go to sleep!"

His roommate was a big dude, though; he was pretty sure he'd be safe from any daemons or zombies or vampires if they started showing up, though.

[[ *luxuriates in day off* open common room is open! Please feel free to mod the rando customizable horror movie to whatever ridiculous proportions you'd like! ]]

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"It's candy, Nina!" said Prompto, who hoped she wouldn't just ask how he knew that, because that meant that he had definitely went ahead and put some unfamiliar thing in his mouth in the hopes that it was, in fact, edible, with absolutely nothing to base it on other than mere hopes and dreams. And he was a grown-ass man over here....almost. "Not, like, great candy, or anything, but, I mean, hey, what do you expect from sky candy? And that's a very good question, because I'm still trying to figure out what's even going on in this one. I'm pretty sure, like, maybe he was like...infected with something? But then again, I'm also sure that girl over there died about three scenes ago."

"I'm not going to ask how you know that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina's wryly amused glance at him said that she didn't need to ask because she was guessing and, oh Prompto, that was tragic.

The screen got another, more considering sort of look.

"She doesn't appear to be a ghost," Nina noted, drifting towards the kitchen. "Did you want anything to drink???????????????"

Look, he was trying to live his life more adventurously, okay? Sometimes, it paid off. And other times...well, if it had been anything else, he would have learned his lesson and moved on with his life, and no one would be any wiser.

"Right?" Prompto said. "I think maybe they just....forgot? Or she's, like, reanimated, or something, and they'll use it as a twist in a bit. And, sure, I'll take a soda if there's any!"

Because, yes, Prompto, that's what you needed. More sugar.

"Looks like there's that weird grape stuff, cherry coke and normal coke???????????????????" she said, dutifully checking the fridge and considering their options.

Whose drinks were they?

Nina had no idea and, as she took a normal coke for herself, she didn't care.

"How do you even forget a character in your play????????????????????????"

"Ooooh, cherry coke!" said Prompto. "And who knows? I think they're just so desperate to up the body count that they're throwing people in twice, because, yup, yuuuuuuup, that was....definitely her head flying off just about now..."

There was a small, considering pause.

"We can switch it, if you want," he said, thinking that Nina might not exactly be in the mood for so many decapitations and blood pretty much ever, and he was getting a little squeemish about it, too, if he was honest, "but, fair warning, there's scary movies playing on pretty much every station. Some might at least be trying to make some sort of sense, though."

Nina didn't mind some violence but, yeah, that was... getting pretty gratuitous there and she looked both apologetic and relieved at his suggestion as she got his cherry coke and, shutting the fridge, wandered over to curl up on the couch next to him.

"Did you happen to, like, see any that looked like they were inexplicably trapped in a haunted house?????????????????" Nina asked interestedly. "Those are usually more atmospheric and less.....................," those were ribs being ripped out of a guy there, yes they were, "that."

Prompto's nose wrinkled, and, yeah, he sort of seemed to be taking on a slightly greenish hue if you looked really closely. "Yeaaaaaaaaaah," he said, lifting up the remote and flipping through what seemed to be a well-choreographed series of equally...viscerally creative scenes. "I think I'd much rather deal with creaking creepy than 'let's test the limits of just how much splatter we can actually splat--'"

Then he managed to find a break in the carnage, like a breath of fresh air, that landed them in some dark, dark room that was almost so dark it was hard to even make out where the person creeping through it was.

"Maybe this?"

"Perfect," she said, relieved and offering him his soda. "A delightfully dark room where there's probably going to be something leaping out at the person soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina was not actually being sarcastic.

She much preferred that.

"Yeah, nothing better than things jumping out at you expectantly in the dark," said Prompto, who wasn't being sarcastic, either, not really, mostly ironic, because, hi, how's it going there, nyctophobia? But he chuckled a little, because, yeah, no big deal...why was he sitting there watching scary movies again, when he was pretty much the biggest wimp for this stuff?

"I swear, Nina, if you jump," sure, Prompto, Nina'll be the one jumping, "and, like, grab my arm or something and I spill this bowl, I am not cleaning it up!"

He would. He so totally would.

"It's your bowl of sky candy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she protested even as she stole a piece of it. For science. And to eat. "Of course you'd have to clean it up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Maybe we can just say that it started raining inside the dorms, too!" Prompto offered, feeling like that was definitely a thing that would happen, and now he was almost wishing it would happen because then he'd have pretty much endless candy!

Inside a bowl that he was definitely not gripping incredibly tightly as the figure of the movie's character proceeded slowly down the hall, and one wrong step sent a long, drawn out creeeeeeeeak into the moody quiet of the building music, and Ohgods, don't turn--!

She turned, it showed the hall behind her, and there was nothing. False alarm. Whew!

Yeah, but it wasn't even good candy... though that wasn't going to stop Nina from taking more from his bowl.

Candy was candy, after all.

"Are you okay????????????????" she asked since, while Nina would watch this avidly, it was hard to miss his nerves.

It wasn't bad candy, either, just...you know...not good, either.

Good enough for nervous eating, anyway, as the girl on the screen was taking her sweet time looking behind her for the source of the creak.

"M'fine," Prompto said, around a mouthful of candy corn. "I just thought for sure something was--"

And then the girl turned around, and sure enough, there it was, a hard, high-pitched squeal on a violin and she turned around right into a figure that somehow managed to be darker than the scene itself (which was, again, stupid dark), except for a creepy, stretched out white slash of a grin on its face.

Prompto definitely jumped. And even let out a little "Ah!" And the candy corn in the bowl jumped with him, a little jangle of sugar, but, thankfully, they all stayed within the bowl itself. For now.

Like, and he totally saw that coming, and it still got him!

"Eeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said, but her noise was more 'excited' and less 'oh god' than his was. "What do you think that is?????????????????? A grim reaper????????????"

Though she didn't see any sort of scythe! Though, like, it was so dark that maybe she wasn't meant to!

"I don't know!" Prompto had to laugh at both of their reactions, but definitely his, because he was feeling a little silly about it, and yet he was still sinking a little lower onto the couch as if to hide behind the candy bowl a little bit as whatever that thing was slowly lifted an arm, pointing a gnarled, bony finger at the girl. And that creepy mouth slowly began to open...

"Run, lady!" Prompto shouted at the screen, over the sounds of the lady in question screaming, her hands to her face for a long moment before she did finally turn and start running, a low rattling sound escaping the creature's mouth.

Prompto shook his head, glancing over to Nina. "I'd have been out of there so much faster than that! On second thought, I probably wouldn't have gone into a spooky house where creepy smiling daemons were hanigng out in the first place!"

"Noooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina protested as the lady pounded up a flight of rickety stairs. "Stop running and hit it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hit the creepy monster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina would try hitting the monster.

But she had to laugh at Prompto's words. "I would have totally gone in there," she admitted. "Gleefully!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Because of course she would. Which probably meant Prompto would wind up in there with her.

Yup. After a very tortured and passionate debate with himself, Prompto would absolutely, one hundred percent go in after her like a sucker.

"Yeah," Prompto snorted. "You and Vette both, because you're both crazy. And what's she going to hit it with anyway? She doesn't even have a flash--"

And that was when the character found herself a wooden chair and with a (completely unnessary) gasp from the effort, smashed it on the wall to break it into a convenient club before turning to face the monster again.

"Well, there you go, Nina."

"Shhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said, shushing him as she leaned into him and watched with big, bright eyes as the the monster approached up the stairs, ghastly breath rattling through the scene.

With a scream--of rage? of terror? of both?--the character lunged at the monster--

"Oh, snap!" said Prompto, eyes wide, maybe cringing back a little in his seat, but he was laughing, albeit nervously. "It went right through it! It didn't...wait! But now it's gone! Is it gone? It looks like it might be gone...!"

Well, maybe if you just waited a few more seconds, Prompto.

But he didn't know if he wanted to really find out!

"No, it's behind her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said with a frightened sort of glee in her voice. "Oh my gosh, no!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't drop your weapon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Because as the thing wrapped one bony hand around the character's shoulder, she dropped her weapon in shock as she screamed.

And as the makeshift weapon clattered to the floor, the creature's grip tightened on the girl's shoulder. It opened its creepy, grinning mouth, revealing a vast chasm of darkness before it leaned forward and then--

The entire screen cut to black.

"Well," said Prompto, not sure if he was more relieved and grateful or upset that it wouldn't even show the supposed good part, "I guess that's tha--"

Of course, it was going to be at that moment that the creature's face appeared out of the darkness, bared its teeth with a horrible screeching sound and rushed toward the screen, causing Prompto to give a frightened little screech of his own and send the candy corn flying.

And then, a beat later, the credits began to roll.

"Wait," he said, jaw still hanging, "that's how it ends???"

Nina had yelped herself so, like, she couldn't give Prompto too much grief about that, though she was going to be calling him some rude names later when she had to pick candy corn out of her hair.

But, like, really--

"It can't end there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she protested, indignant. "That's rude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We need to know what happens!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Or she did, at least!

"Yeah, no kidding!" Prompto complained, picking a candy corn (one of many) off the couch cushion and flinging it toward the TV. "We were just getting to know that girl! We were totally rooting for her! It's not our fault we just so happened to turn in at apparently the very last scene!

"Which, by the way," he added, "totally should get an award for the Worst Ending Ever. Or at least an Honorable Mention!"

"There's not even a to be continued notice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina complained. "How could they end it there????????????????? There's no closure!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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