I am doing a visual novel project for this story, for those that don't know already. The cast list has been chosen...
~Persephone, by Sweet as a Unicorn
~Ivory, by Headless Gummy Bear
~Vivian, by MisterKwizzler
~Shen, by Sweet as a Unicorn
~Ethan, by GravityPush
~Charlie, by missfervent
~Rosalia, by TheNightGirl
~Gerent, by Sweet as a Unicorn
~Lala, by Sweet as a Unicorn
~Neuro, by Sweet as Unicorn
~Freya, by The Jesteress
Only the main will get story... Persephone, Ivory, Shen, Vivian, Ethan, Charlie, Rosalia, and Gerent. Each story will be based around one of the previously mentioned characters. Also, each story will have three endings; Perfect, Normal, and Failure; each gotten there by choosing answers.
Now what you have been waiting for, the continuation of Another Heatwave and the wonderful, Halloween Special!
"So you have finally done it," stated Vivian.
She turned towards the author with her hands on her hips. As chipper as ever, Vivian had a snide expression across her face.
"You should have updated more," she added.
"Calm down, she was working on the special," commented Shen. "She told people she wanted to concentrate on this."
"Then what about this visual novel shit?" asked Vivian.
"Calm down, Brat," said Ethan.
Vivian sneered at Ethan and plopped down on a nearby comfy chair. Now, with Vivian out of her face, the author could finally see the room she had walked into. A simple living room with enough seating, from the chairs and couches scattered across. The author felt relaxed at the sight of the room, though her tension rose upon seeing the characters of her story also sprawled out across the room.
Vivian, a typical ray of sunshine, was now upset on a large, red chair. Ethan, happy at the small defeat he caused Vivian, sat stretched out on a couch on the other side of the room.
Shen stood beside the door where the author was at. Charlie sat on a couch, observing the scene acting out in front of him. Ivory was sitting in the corner, her nose stuck in a romance novel. The only people the author couldn't find was Rosalia and Persephone.
"At least she is allowing us to talk and be aware of the stories about to happen," stated Charlie.
"Actually, I would also like you guys to comment on the stories," the author added. "I feel like feedback from you guys would make this even more interesting."
"Sweet!" commented Vivian. "Get ready for some input. I hope you made me cool."
The author looked around once more.
"Where is Rosalia and Persephone?" she asked.
The teenagers shrugged.
"Rosalia never came," answered Charlie.
"Persephone did, but she soon ran out before you arrived," replied Shen.
"Okay?" The author was unsure, but she continued. "First story needs to start, I almost forgot that we have a time limit."
Everyone who was standing, well Shen and the author, took their seats. The author gestured for Ivory to come closer. Ivory was unsure, but still did as she was told.
"Let's start with a story featuring Ivory and Charlie," introduced the author. "This story is called 'My Name'."
The shadows stretched across the lawn as the sun slowly set. Ivory watched as the light dimmed around her from her seat underneath a tree. Her environment looked even creepier as the day faded.
She sat in the center of a cemetery, an abandoned one to top. With no one there to maintain it, the cemetery had an eerie feeling as it. Moss covered most of the headstones, at least the ones that were not broken.
Why was she even there? The thought continued to run through her mind. She kept having to remind herself it was the result of the Halloween dare received from her friends. What a wuss she was freaking out now. She only had to stay the night. It wasn't like she was in any real danger.
As the sun disappeared, Ivory brought her legs closer to her body. What a terrifying scene she was stuck in.
"I am tired. I am cold. I am going to get back at my friends when this is over," thought Ivory.
The night went on and Ivory refused to move. Soon, possibly from not moving, Ivory grew tired and stared to zone out. With the quietness from the cemetery surrounding her, her eyes started to feel heavy and she soon drifted off to sleep.
BANG!
With a loud boom, Ivory woke startled. She jumped up and looked around.
"~Hello~"
The voice echoed through the cemetery. A chill was sent straight down Ivory's back, causing her to shiver. What was going on? She didn't know. Was she still in a dream? But it felt real, as did those sounds.
"~Please help me~"
The voice sounded like it was crying. Ivory's morals refused to let her leave this alone. She headed towards where she felt the eerie voice was calling from. She wanted to help. It soon lead her to a certain grave.
The head stone was broken so she couldn't see the name and the grass on top of the grave had looked like it had never been mowed. Yet what set this grave from the others surrounding it was that this certain grave had a ghastly glow to it.
"Hello?" Ivory called out.
She looked around, but say no one there. She could have sworn that the voice was coming from around there.
"You asked for help?" she asked.
"Yes."
The reply came from behind her. She jumped in response. Upon turning around, she was face to face with a tall boy. He almost towered over her. He looked down at her with a helpless, emotionless glare.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
She didn't feel completely safe around him, feeling like he looked like one of the boys who used to tease her. Yet there was still a part of her that wanted to see if she could help him. He looked sort of pathetic standing there, like he was about to cave in on himself.
"I don't know who I am," he said.
He started to get closer to her, slowly shortening the distance between them. This made Ivory nervous, so she began to back up. Soon enough she was standing on the grave which was glowing.
"Can you help?" he asked.
Ivory shook her head.
"I am sorry, but I don't know who you are either," she stated.
Still back up, she ran into the head stone. As she was to busy watching the creepy guy, she ended up tripping over it. Upon sinking into the grass, her hand hit something rough. It felt like a rock. Picking it up, she found it to be part of the head stone. It read... "Charlie".
"Who am I? I am alone. I don't like this. I am alone and have no identity," the boy muttered.
Ivory grew scared. She had to take a chance.
"Charlie..." she whispered.
The boy stopped. His expression changed to one that looked like something just clicked.
"My name... Charlie," he said.
Ivory stopped up, ready to run, yet the boy rushed her. He grabbed her arms, squeezing them tightly.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I need to run," she thought.
Maybe if she answered...
"I-Ivory," she stuttered.
Suddenly the glow from the grave they stood upon started to expand on to them, causing them to glow also. Ivory started to scream, but Charlie continued to hold on to her.
"Ivory... I am lonely no more," said Charlie.
Charlie moved his hands to hold on to Ivory's.
As seconds passed, Ivory's head started to hurt. Soon enough...
"What is my name?" she asked.
Charlie shook his head.
"Ivory. Stay with me so I can remind you," said Charlie.
Ivory nodded.
"We will never be lonely," stated Charlie. "Never again will I be lonely."
A pause went through the room.
"I know it wasn't the best I could do-" started the author.
"That wasn't scary!" shouted Vivian.
"For once I agree with the obnoxious girl here," agreed Ethan.
The author continued to be attacked by Vivian and Ethan, both for once agreeing with each other. As this scene continued, Ivory blushed and hid her face by lowering her head. Charlie shrugged off the story.
"It was supposed to come off eerie more so than scary, like Psycho or the Fog," he stated.
"Thanks," said the author, sighing from relief that someone actually came to her aid.
"Who's next?!" asked Vivian.
The author turned to the girl, who was just yelling at her, now who was jumping in her seat. She obviously was hoping for her story next.
"I have a story with three people now," started the author, smiling. "Featuring Vivian, Ethan, and Shen, this is 'Retro Blood Sucker'."
Shen rushed down the alley way. He was heavily panting as his feet hit the ground, hard, with every step. Each pound of the footsteps echoed down the empty alley.
"Shen, where are you going?"
The voice followed him, giving off the chilling happiness from the hunt. He panicked at the sound of it, causing him to try to run faster, but he was already to tired. He was straining himself to run the way he was doing so now.
Soon, joining his footsteps, another pair sounded behind him. This pair was slower and sounded almost like a skipping sound.
"Shen?"
The voice was getting closer.
It could have been from him being so scared or his panicking or his lack of energy, but Shen tripped over his own two feet, causing him to fall to his knees.
"Shit!" he cursed.
He rolled over to his butt, looking at the scrapes through his pants. Blood was already starting to appear. Shit was right. When there was blood, more of them appeared.
"Shen, there you are," the voice called calmly.
Suddenly appearing in front of the hurt teen was a feminine silhouette. Upon stepping closer, the shadow turned into an attractive girl. She looked like she stepped out of an 80's B-Grade porno. Her hair was incredibly teased and her make-up was heavy and neon. Her clothing was nothing more than a revealing purple one-piece bathing suit along with pink spiked heels.
"Why are you running?" she asked.
She paused upon seeing the blood on Shen's knees.
"Yum," she said.
Before Shen could even scream, the girl jumped him.
...
Vivian walked down the school's hallway with a calm air. Everyone around her was excited for Halloween. But herself... She was not.
She scoffed silently at those dressed in their costumes. Slutty cats, slutty nurses, slutty pizza... Slutty pizza?! Vivian could feel her irritation for those around her growing.
"Young ones are idiots," she thought to herself.
While being in high school, she still looked to her classmates as "young ones".
"The older and more experienced women are so much better for the reason they would never stoop this low to attract someone," she continued to think.
As she went to stop at her locker, a familiar face stopped beside her.
"If it isn't the cynical, obnoxious lesbian," said the boy.
It was Ethan. He was obviously pissed off at something, probably her. Vivian and him had a complex relationship. They both had similar personalities, which ended up conflicting. If it was even slightly different, they probably would be best friends. Vivian usually insults him by stating he will never get laid, while Ethan usually states the obvious in an obnoxious way.
"Get lost moron," said Vivian.
"Going trick-or-treating?" asked Ethan. "You could always dress up as yourself and scare the people out of their candy."
Vivian rolled her eyes.
"I said get lost... How about you find a life," stated Vivian.
Ethan shrugged and left.
"Why he always bugs me," thought Vivian.
Tonight was Halloween night and Vivian didn't have any plans. She thought of quickly buying a costume and go out flirting. All those older dames in their Halloween costumes, it would just be a good time.
Sadly finding a good costume on Halloween was not as easy as she had planned. The only one she could end up finding was a "sexy" vampire costume. Of course it was more sleazy than sexy, but Vivian really couldn't complain. At least she was in costume.
Downtown Chicago was bustling with drunk costumed partiers. She passed them in her costume, yet all she got was a bunch of dudes hitting on her. Not amused.
The street she was on had nothing but frat boys and young, dumb bimbos. She spotted an alley way that cut straight through to the other street. Maybe it was better on that side.
It was a dark alley way, enough to creep her out. She only stopped when she heard a horribly familiar voice.
"Yo," it said.
Turning, she saw a horrible face to match it. Ethan... Of course.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
"Watching the trash," he said. "It is entertaining."
She sneered at him. She saw him as trash.
"Whatever," she said, about to walk away.
"What? No one to your standards?" he asked, gesturing to her lonely status.
"I have at least had people hit on me, unlike you. Forever alone," she stated.
"Ah, you guys are so funny," said a voice.
The perky voice cut into the two's conversation. The spun around, looking for who talked. The two didn't like each other, but they both hated those that interrupted them. If it meant having to work together this once, they would deal with this person. It didn't help that the voice sounding almost like they were ridiculing the two teens.
Suddenly a female stepped out from the shadows. Vivian was sort of turned off by the girl's 80's motif. She looked like she stepped out of a jazz-ercise video. Ethan, however, thought she was slightly cute.
"You guys want to party?" she asked.
"How about no for me," said Vivian, starting to walk away.
Ethan remained motionless, not knowing how to answer. The girl walked up slowly to Ethan and wrapped her arms around him. His back was to Vivian, so when she looked back, all she could see was the girl kissing his neck.
"Yo, Ethan," Vivian called out. "Not that I particularly like you, but I don't think you should be hooking up with alley-way-80's-whores."
Ethan didn't react. The girl continued to kiss him. Vivian, though sort of upset she couldn't walk away, went back to stop it. He couldn't say she never did anything for him. As she placed her hand on his shoulder, she shouted.
"Get off of him, Tramp!"
The girl, smiling, back away. When she let go of Ethan, his body became limp and fell to the ground. Blood streamed from his neck.
"What the hell?" screamed Vivian.
The girl started to walk closer to Vivian.
"I'm still thirsty," the girl said with a giggle.
Vivian turned to run, but the girl wrapped her arms around Vivian. One of the girl's hands covered Vivian's mouth from screaming. Soon Vivian felt a sharp pain in her neck and her body started to go cold. It wasn't long before her body went limp. When the girl let Vivian go, she fell to the ground.
"I'm full," cheered the girl. "Thank you for your blood. Don't worry, the pain will disappear soon... Because soon you will be dead!"
A tear fell from Vivian's eye as her vision stared to fade. Her last sight was the girl walking away.
"Okay, okay. A vampire story... I am fine with that," stated Vivian as the story ended.
"I died in the first few sentences," muttered Shen with disappointment.
Everyone ignored him.
"I thought you would be upset because you died," said Ethan to Vivian.
Vivian pouted and glared at the boy, who in turn just smirked.
"I died," sighed Shen.
Still ignored.
"At least we remained in character," said Vivian.
The author just shook her head.
"I liked it," Vivian reassured.
"As did I," commented Ethan.
Shen sighed and just nodded. He liked it, but he died.
Charlie stood up and walked over to the large window that looked out to the front. Everyone else looked inquisitively at him.
"What's up?" asked the author.
"What happened to Persephone and Rosalia?" asked Charlie.
The author shrugged. She had at first thought Persephone was going to go get Gerent, but it didn't appear that way. And she didn't know why Rosalia would suddenly leave.
"Should we wait for them?" asked Ivory
"Wow, it can talk," mutter Ethan with a sarcastic tone.
Vivian first looked at the poor girl, who was now blushing, and back at Ethan. She glared and punched the guy in the arm, hard enough that it actually made a loud enough sound.
"Ouch!" he said.
Vivian just smirked, happy with her work. Ethan rubbed his bruised arm, pondering how to get back at Vivian. Shen got up and sat between the two; his way of dealing with the situation, splitting them up. Charlie shook his head and turned his attention to Ivory, who still hadn't had her question answered.
"Maybe," he answered, simply.
Ivory nodded, glad to had finally gotten something.
While they waited, the author heard a creaking sound in the ceiling above. She looked up and saw the ceiling actually slightly moving. She jumped up and raced to a wall. Pressing her back to the wall, she didn't break her line of sight of the ceiling.
"What are you so freaked about?" asked Ethan.
The author didn't say anything, instead she pointed. Everyone followed her finger towards the ceiling and saw what had terrified her. Vivian and Ethan paused and started to laugh.
"Fake!" they both cried out.
Shen, however, got up and questionably looked at it. He was slightly shaking, as was Ivory. She too knew it was fake, but it was like how you know haunted houses were fake but still scared you.
"I gonna leave," she stated.
She just needed some air. Charlie nodded.
"I'll go with you. I need some air," said Charlie.
Ivory lightly blushed and the two went to walk to the door. Just than, the door busted open. A green slim monster ran sludged through the door, causing the author, Ivory, and Charlie to stumble back further towards the middle of the room. Vivian and Ethan laughed even harder, though Shen wasn't finding it so humoress. He jumped down and stared at the monster. He couldn't tell if it was real or not.
As the group focused in on the monster, trying to distinguish if it was real or not, the ceiling caved in. As the ceiling fell, as did a mangled body. The group wasn't ready for this and all screamed.
Silence.
Laughter soon echoed through the room. The monster moved and soon the green fabric dropped to the floor. Upon the dropping of the costume, it was revealed to be Persephone. She was in stitches.
More laughter came from the hallway. In walked Rosalia and Gerent. Rosalia's eyes were a bright blue, showing that it was all an illusion. The author was about to yell at them for the ceiling being damaged, but when she looked up, the ceiling was fine. It was like nothing happened.
"You guys were scared!" laughed Gerent.
Vivian was so angry being scared like that, she was almost fuming.
"Blame it on Gerent, it was his idea," stated Rosalia.
Persephone agreed with a nod.
"Whatever," huffed Vivian.
Ethan started to laugh, as did Shen and the author. Ivory sighed with relief that it was indeed fake. She had hidden behind Charlie. If the monster was going to go after her, she was going to use someone bigger as a shield. Charlie was the closest person who fit that bill.
"Well, I guess this is a good time to wrap this up," said the author.
The trio of scarers pouted.
"But we didn't get to hear the stories," they said.
"Serves you right. Maybe you won't try to randomly scare us anymore," said Vivian.
All laughed but the trio, who still pouted.
Happy Halloween!
So there you go... Because I will be working on the game and other stories, this one may not be updated a whole lot like I was previously doing. I think the next update should be November 3rd, in honour of daylight savings time [that day].
I am sorry if either of the shorts was confusing.
My Name, Charlie was a ghost who didn't know his name. He grew lonely and would trap in people from the cemetery. In turn, he would steal their memory of their own name and have them stay with him. Ivory was a victim.
Retro Blood Sucker, a vampire stuck in an 80's mindset roams the alleys of Chicago. In the beginning, Shen died. Halloween came along and Vivian and Ethan ended up being the next victims.
My other stories...
*Wonderless Challenges, which was also started/updated today [Halloween], will be updated weekly. So next update will be the eighth, meaning every Friday will be an update for this story.
*Indie Games, which is currently in need of two more OCs, will be updated weekly as well. Once I get all the OC's, I will update every Sunday. Check out the story for more information.
*(C)Lover, which has just started today, will be updated weekly. Once I get all the OC's, I will update every Tuesday. Check out the story for more information.
Happy Halloween!