A/N: A collection of Halloween-inspired one shots for the month of October, using prompts from both Whumptober and Fictober. Rated M for descriptions of violence/blood/gore/attempted creepiness. Multiple characters/possibly pairings to be added as I go.

I just want you guys to know that these little one shots are all probably going to be really weird and some might not be explained well or whatever. I'm just trying to get through writer's block by writing these, and so far I've written and posted all of them like half an hour before I go to bed, so I'm also really tired while I write them, lmao. Hopefully some people enjoy them, though.

Day 1 - Stabbed / ""Can you feel this?" / au where two people are connected and if one gets hurt or touched the other feels it

Word Count: 416

Characters: Phoenix, Maya

He's relaxing in bed when he feels a sharp pain between his ribs. He brushes it off as it fades after a few seconds and goes back to his book, but then he feels it again, this time in his stomach. It's far more intense this time, and impossible to ignore.

He throws the blankets back and starts to get out of bed, only for another sharp stabbing pain to wrack its way through him. He falls to the floor, gasping.

"Maya…"

He knows. He just knows. Maya is in danger. Since the day he met her they've had a sort of invisible connection. It's impossible to explain; only he and Maya are aware of it. She'd explained it once as having something to do with her spiritual powers and their closeness. He can feel her, as if her body is part of his. He can feel what she feels, even when they're apart.

And right now something is happening to her. Something bad.

That's when he hears it. "Can you feel this, Mr. Wright?"

It's like a whisper in his ear, as if someone is right there behind him, speaking to him. He turns his head, knowing no one will be there but needing to check anyway. That's never happened before. This connection with Maya, it's only ever been physical. He's never been able to hear things before.

There's another sharp pain this time in the back of his thigh, and he cries out in distress.

"Whatever you're doing to her… please stop," he whispers, his voice hoarse. He's not sure anyone can even hear him.

He manages to reach up to grab his cell phone from the nightstand. He cries out again as another stabbing feeling goes through the back of his calf, but he manages to dial her number in Kurain.

To his dismay, there's no answer. Not even a busy signal. Just an automated message, telling him the number he dialled can't be reached.

"You're too late, Mr. Wright."

There's a tearing feeling, like someone is trying to pry his skin from his bones. He's on his hands and knees but the pain is too much. He falls to the floor, writhing and crying and yelling for it to stop.

And then it does. Suddenly. There's no more pain. He lies on his back on the floor of his bedroom, staring at the ceiling, breathing heavily. There's no more pain, but there's also something else missing. Maya.

He can't feel her anymore.