Fear or Fun

There are always PlushDragons that are ready for Spooky Season, or Halloween, and Milo is not one of them. He isn't very brave nor does he really have interest in being scared. He can barely watch or handle a scary movie or game. The main reason he will enjoy any type of "celebration" is if there is candy and maybe a costume party. Usually he needs the reassurance that there will not be anything scary. Most of the time, he will be at home, watching tv,

"HEY MILO!" a voice screamed over his tv show, Potions with Hocus & Pocus.

He jumped at the sound of Prizma. 'Why is she here now?' he thought to himself

"MILO COME WITH ME TO THE HAUNTED-" She continued

Milo turned his tv off and trotted to the door as soon as he figured out was about to be said... He threw the door open and interrupted, "But I don't like haunted houses... everyone knows this"

"I don't care! It'll be fun! Let's go!"

"But-" He tried to protest and ended up getting dragged to the haunted house that was finally open.

Prizma was rambled the entire mile walk about how it was supposed to be super scary and a whole lot of fun. Milo just stayed quiet, knowing that he would probably not be listened to. He wished he was able to speak up, but he was too nervous to do so even if he wanted. She suddenly stopped and he walked right into his friend, who seemed completely unfazed. He looked up and saw a dark mansion and started to shake a little. Prizma pulled Milo into the haunted house after tossing some buttons at the Plush Dragon handling payment. He barely even saw who it was. As soon as they walked in - he felt the cold air get colder and a rush of movement under his paws.

Prizma whispered, "You go first. It'll be more fun!"

"E-e-xcu-use m-ee-eee?" He stuttered, getting clearly scared by the second.

Prizma nudged him past the mice scurry. The next section was for the jump scares. The worst thing for Milo. He kept walking, slowly. His footsteps were getting more careful. He heard whispers in the background and tried to ignore them. The lights were barely allowing him the ability to see really anything. He heard a moan and started to look around. A zombie PlushDragon popped out and screamed the simple word, "BOO!"

Milo started to shake and tear up. "M-m-mm-monster!"

Prizma started to growl, "Milo, zombies are not real. Enjoy this time!"

He turned around and nodded slowly. He wanted to show Prizma that he was able to do this. There were four more PlushDragons that came out to scream random things based on their themes such as sucking blood for the vampire, just a chainsaw revving for a murderer, a banshee just straight up screamed and the final one really got to him.

"I vaanaa suck your bwooood wittle Plushie!" The vampire PlushDragon came out a last time which apparently was too many.

"WAHHHHH I WANNA GO HOME!!!!!! LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!" Milo screamed in pure terror, with tears running down his face. He could not handle anymore terrors.

Prizma rolled her eyes at this whimpy PlushDragon, "This isn't scary. If anything it's fun! I guess it's mildly scary. They did a good job. No need to cry dude."

Milo kept crying and kept going since Prizma kept pushing him out of the haunted house. The final part consisted of jars filled with fake body parts, blood and other random gross or spooky things. They finally made it out, but he was crying the entire time. Prizma just stood there in shock that a PlushDragon was so terrified about her favorite time of the year. He looked at her, somewhat ashamed of what he did.

"Thank you..." Milo muttered. "I'm sorry I'm not good enough for this."

Prizma sighed out of the frustration, "It's whatever. Guess not everyone is built like me."

He nodded and shuffled his paws together. He wasn't quite sure if he needed to say anything else. He was feeling a bit better since there was light in his eyes and a bunch of other PlushDragons around.