Hattoween is terrifying
Bluppy had always found Hattoween so, so terrifying.
Harpie and Static seemed to find it entertaining enough. Hiding behind trees wearing scary costumes and leaping out to scare innocent passersby’s.
The decorations his friends, and seemingly every other living being, put up outside their homes always gave him an even worse fright.
He would be casually passing by when an animatronic skeleton would light up its eyes and scream at him, or the light of a jack-o-lantern would suddenly be put out by the wind.
So, during this month, he would always hide inside his house, only appearing to hurry out for food/water and returning as fast as he could.
He always had the perfect excuse that he was going on holiday, so his friends never suspected a thing.
Until they saw him drinking from a pond.
They approached him, squeaking happily and throwing a costume (A black wizard hat and staff) over him, before dragging him away to join in on the ‘fun’.
Ok. This was ok. Bluppy could do this!
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Bluppy could not do this….
Barely an hour in and he was already feeling like he might faint.
His friends were charging around, banging (well, tapping - they weren’t quite strong enough to make much noise) on peoples doors, showing off their costumes, sometimes earning treats in return, and gawking at the decorations.
Bluppy, however, was just trying to survive. Hiding very sneakily behind his friends when they passed particularly scary decor, getting spooked by his own lantern, shaking his head so the hat didn’t cover his eyes and blind him and desperately trying to not get left behind.
It was tiresome. And his friends didn’t even seem to notice.
Not that he blamed them.
If you enjoyed this time of year he could see it would be easy to get caught up in the excitement of the decorations and games. Especially when there was a bit too much sugar in your blood from all the treats. It wasn’t up to them to supervise his pathetic self.
His friends led him to an unneat line of many species, all chattering excitedly.
Oh.. A haunted house?
That was fine. Bluppy could do this.
....
No he couldn’t.
The house was filled with the biggest, scariest species who chased them around, each made scarier with super realistic horror make-up.
The corridors were thin, the rooms dark and the decorations unbearably terrifying.
While his companions screamed in delight as they were chased, Bluppy held his breath, not daring to even blink, and trailed after them, silently begging not to be left behind.
He knew the scary monsters chasing them were just actors in fancy make-up and costumes, but somehow it still scared him. Dare he say even more so than those animatronic skeletons everyone seemed to own.
The exit came into view as they were being chased by a Trabble in terribly convincing undead clown make-up.
Bluppy barely had time to catch his breath before Static and Harpie dragged him off to the next activity.
He knew the last two were bad but whatever this next one was, he could handle it.
....
He really needed to stop saying that.
They were at a party with a few different games going on. His friends decided they wanted to play ‘Pin the hat on the witch’ first.
His friends didn't get anywhere close, and neither did Bluppy, not that he cared.
Being blindfolded was terrifying enough as it is. Let alone on a holiday like this. And being spun around beforehand? By a stranger?
Any other time he would’ve said no, but his friends were watching with wide, excited eyes, and giving cheers of encouragement, so he couldn’t just say no. What would his excuse be anyways? And so he played.
The next game they played was horrifying.
Bluppy didn’t pay attention to the name, but they gave them a needle each and showed them to a small, fenced off area with orange balloons, each filled with confetti, scattered everywhere.
The aim of the game was to pop as many balloons as you could in thirty seconds. The winner won a handful of treats.
Bluppy popped a total of one balloon, by accident. Static won.
The last thing they did there was facepainting.
Bluppy managed to get out of that one by pretending the paint was bad for his scales, which wasn’t a complete lie.
It made him feel trapped, itchy and he scared himself everytime he caught a glimpse of his reflection. So surely it wasn’t good for him.
Static got his face painted to look like a haunted ghost (however that worked) while Harpie was a purple tiger.
The last thing his friends wanted to do for the night was watch a scary movie.
Bluppy wasn’t even going to pretend this could go well.
....
Nope. Not well at all.
Bluppy had to hide under the blanket they were sharing almost the whole time, and covered his eyes and ears every time someone got hurt, chased or just saw something scary. (Which, unsurprisingly, was practically what the entire thing was about.)
He didn’t pay much attention to the plot, being too focused on not having a heart attack.
All he knew is that it included zombies.
....
Finally, he was home.
The day was not enjoyable in the slightest, and nightmares were unavoidable for the next week or so.
Next time, he would stock up on foods that didn’t go off, and bottled water, or maybe just go on holiday for real. No way was he risking this again.
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