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chapter 2
No matter how hard I tried, I could not leave the house. I checked every door, every window, all repel me from the invisible force I could not fight. It was true then;
I was the Spirit of Halloween’s servant. But why me? Spirit told me that I was the very first person to ever come here and not be frightened by his presence, thus that makes me his servant. Doesn’t really make a whole lot of sense, does it?
Ghosts roamed the house, and it seems as if they’re gonna be my new friends. Goodbye, old friends; have a happy life. I’m so jealous you’re all going to have a happy, great life while i’m going to have a boring, torturous life.
I had to, literally, sleep on the floor that night with a raggedy old blanket, and I really didn’t get much sleep because spirit woke me up at 2 in the morning.
“Servant, wake up,” he shouted, shaking me rapidly until I was awake. I glanced at his pitch black eyes, somewhat full of concern.
“What,” I groaned, slowly getting up. “I’ve already done enough for you; can I please just rest for ONE night?”
“Servant, don’t be silly! You know i’m almost out of screams,” he replied, showing me the watch on his left wrist that had a compass-like progress bar. The needle showed half progress.
“So? What’s so important about screams?”
“Servant, have you forgotten? without the humans’ screams, i’ll die and be forgotten! I am the spirit of Halloween after all, aren’t I?”
I sighed, getting up off the floor and wiping the dust off of my clothes.
“Fine. But will you please let me go after I do this for you?”
“You know I cannot do that, servant! Once you’re marked, I can’t erase it!”
I groaned. Now I’m really stuck here forever. “Well, can you please stop calling me ‘Servant’? I have a name, you know.”
“Anything you’d like!”
“I’m (your name)."
Didn’t expect to be in this, did ya? XDD
No matter how hard I tried, I could not leave the house. I checked every door, every window, all repel me from the invisible force I could not fight. It was true then;
I was the Spirit of Halloween’s servant. But why me? Spirit told me that I was the very first person to ever come here and not be frightened by his presence, thus that makes me his servant. Doesn’t really make a whole lot of sense, does it?
Ghosts roamed the house, and it seems as if they’re gonna be my new friends. Goodbye, old friends; have a happy life. I’m so jealous you’re all going to have a happy, great life while i’m going to have a boring, torturous life.
I had to, literally, sleep on the floor that night with a raggedy old blanket, and I really didn’t get much sleep because spirit woke me up at 2 in the morning.
“Servant, wake up,” he shouted, shaking me rapidly until I was awake. I glanced at his pitch black eyes, somewhat full of concern.
“What,” I groaned, slowly getting up. “I’ve already done enough for you; can I please just rest for ONE night?”
“Servant, don’t be silly! You know i’m almost out of screams,” he replied, showing me the watch on his left wrist that had a compass-like progress bar. The needle showed half progress.
“So? What’s so important about screams?”
“Servant, have you forgotten? without the humans’ screams, i’ll die and be forgotten! I am the spirit of Halloween after all, aren’t I?”
I sighed, getting up off the floor and wiping the dust off of my clothes.
“Fine. But will you please let me go after I do this for you?”
“You know I cannot do that, servant! Once you’re marked, I can’t erase it!”
I groaned. Now I’m really stuck here forever. “Well, can you please stop calling me ‘Servant’? I have a name, you know.”
“Anything you’d like!”
“I’m (your name)."
Didn’t expect to be in this, did ya? XDD
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"I like British accents more" you said, Francis got a depressed look and Arthur smirked at him.
Francis couldn't believe it, you choose that black sheep's accent over his! his was from the 'language of love' how could he lose?
Triumphant smirk still present Arthur asked "Why did you pick my accent love?"
You looked into his beautiful emerald green eyes and felt your face heat up a bit, but you couldn't help it, you have a crush on him for a long time now, and the only person who knows is Matt.
"U-um, just because" you stuttered 'darn it! I stuttered!!' you thought to yourself.
Francis looked back at you in the midist of his sulking and saw
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~.~.~.~
Goin' back to the corner where I first saw you.
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag and I'm not gonna move.
~.~
Arthur Kirland groaned and threw an empty bottle at his side toward the nearest wall.
What had he done? He had messed up.
Fool! Idiot! Git! He yelled at himself. The list went on in his head as he grabbed another object to toss at the wall.
~Flashback~
Arthur sat quietly in a cafe. His favorite cafe in town even. It was where he met his best friend weekly. They were both adults so they rarely got to see each other what with her being a (dream job) and
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"NO, I AM NOT GOING TO EXPLAIN WHY THE BLOODY HELL THEY CALL ME 'BLACK SHEEP OF EUROPE'! JUST QUIT IT!" yelled Arthur, refusing once again to explain said case to his little american brother.
"But, dude, why not? It can't be such a big deal!" whined Alfred.
"Just quit, Alfie, he's not going to let out." intervened (f/n), stretching on the brit's sofa.
"But I want to know!!!" cried out the american.
"No means no, and that's my final word!" huffed Britain, before walking away, abandoning the living room with his head held high and a scowl on his face.
"How do you stand all those outbursts?" inquired America while turning to face the girl, since
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