Eugene: Ok, I wanted to do this for like, a couple days now. Today's October 1st so it'll be 30 days 'til Halloween by now.. But I wasn't too sure how should I celebrate this horrifyingly awesome holiday (it's meh number 1 favorite!) so I decided to write this; for every 1 week that's passed (or almost, that depends), I'll write a one-shot featuring the Darkus brawlers (good guys and former antagonists) but in a more dark romantic style.. Oh, and it's probably not for the faint of heart, FYI. It may have the equivalent of something like SAW or The Human Centipede or any other horror movie.

Title: Blackout

Pairing: ReaderXMasquerade

Summary: After a recent blackout and a break-in at a mall, you encounter Masquerade, who seemed to be the one to steal your heart and soul.. but it became a blackout, one that you'd never experienced.

Warnings: Horrific events, dark romance, implied smut, and slight presence of pain.

You wandered around the huge mall, trying to figure out where Runo, Julie, and Alice are; they promised you to meet at the mall so that they can show you around some awesome shops with all those cute clothes begging for a rightful owner. It was a busy day as usual. Shoppers shopping, employers keep tracking of the money and products, fry cooks prepping up some delicious food from the food court, and sounds of ads, cell phones, and people's voices were buzzing all around.

"Aw man! That mall's so big, it'll be hard to find them!" You cried out in distress, not sure where to go.

Then all of a sudden, you see the lights flickering rapidly on and off. On and off and on and off again. People all around you started to freak out. The lights went back on again for a while. But before everything went all normal again, the lights started to shatter and break! Then.. as if by a flash, a blackout happened. All of the people were gone, except you. There were also pieces of broken glass, furniture knocked over, clothes strewn over, and even a fallen chandelier at the floor. Now, you were afraid of the dark, right? You had a lot of trouble finding your way out, as everything was in utter darkness and you were afraid to fall and trip onto something. After about an hour of searching, you found no exit.

But then you hear soft yet loud footsteps heading to your direction. You turned to every direction, trying to figure out where's it coming from. Then you hear an ominous, sneering voice saying,

"Well, well, well. What do I have here?"

You turned around, finally found the one who was heading this way. It was Masquerade. As long as you can remember, you heard that he's one of the evilest and baddest brawlers in the world.. or planet. Whichever comes first. His mask shone weirdly in the dark and he was holding a scythe that looked a lot like Reaper's.

"Wh-Wh- What are you doing here?" You tried to say it out loud, but you were too nervous to.

"Looking for you, [Name]. I was looking for you…"

Your heart started to race; why would someone like him would be looking for you? You frantically tried to search for something to defend yourself. Or at least try to.

But you didn't notice that Masquerade had just clenched your shoulders and harshly had your back against the fountain wall. In fact, your eyes were closed shut because the pain in your back was just too painful to go away. Masquerade pressed his entire body close to yours and you ended up consuming every dark desire that he placed on you; lips arousing against your own, slowly trailing to your neck, licking and nipping to every sensitive spot there, placing a couple dark marks behind. Then the next thing you know, Masquerade lifted up his scythe and you hear the deafening sound of the blade slashing through your chest and close to your heart. You didn't see it, however, because at the moment it happened, it was like another blackout, but worse. Very worse. You slumped down to the ground near the edge of the fountain, water wetting your hair and your blood staining it into deep pools of crimson.

About 4 hours later, it was way past midnight and police came into the scene, trying to figure out what caused the blackout of the mall. Newsreporters were too busy interviewing the survivors and photographers were desperately trying to take pictures of the final destruction of the place. Policemen came running and searching, failing to find everything else. But one came across your body, all bloody with a great slash diagonally across your clothes, revealing bits of bare flesh all untreated. There were also dark marks that looked a lot like bruises or hickeys on your neck and your lips were red, swollen from that kiss Masquerade placed. The other police began to notice your body too and they were confused at what happened. You are alive, but the truth is, you looked like you were now dead. Everything was like a blackout, a mystery erasing of the dark events that happened to you.