Face your fears (Oculas)

Happy Halloween everyone.

I've recently worked on this as part of the gaming branch I'm going to be introducing to this fic in which, yep, you've guess it. The people of westeros play the games of modern day earth, and no that doesn't mean a new fic but putting together the movies and games including trailers in this one.

Now some of you may be asking why the game instead of a movie like the classic Halloween franchise such as Nightmare on elm street and Friday the 13th or any of the other famious slashers and monsters of old and new.

So from now on, there will be games along with trailers in this fic.

I thank you and hope you enjoy this chapter.

Now without further ado, I give you.

Halloween Special: Face Your Fears.

Once again the people of westeros were in a cinema only this time their mysterious benefactor that some were considering to be a god because he made the impossible possible for them in their lavish lives here.

And all he asked of them was their attendance to what he showed them.

But today was different as it was not another movie they were here for but rather the mysterious object sitting on the chair in the spot light "So… what are we doing again." Jamie asked to the bodiless voice as they all sat in their seats before the large screen projector.

"You are going to put those Oculus Goggles on." The being answered with more ceiling lights turning on and shining down upon the grey goggles awaiting on the chair "and face one of the several horror challenges inside with everyone watching via the big screen." He explained watching as they all ranged from intrigue and curious to hesitation.

"So who's first?"

"Heh, I'll take this challenge." Naturally the voice that belong to was the king himself, who stood up from his seat with the aim to try out this unique experience but also to compete in this challenge the being offered.

"Ah, wonderful. A volunteer, and I here I thought I would have to force one of you to do it." The voice muttered out but they all heard it except for the king who was moving down the isle to the stage.

"Now firstly sit on the chair." The being instructed as a light around the oculus widened to show the seat the king will have to sit in. it was a large arm leather arm chair that was enough for his frame. Sitting down he sank into the soft and comfortable chair "Now take these goggles and put them on." Picking up the large goggle that were grey all over but the odd thing about it was that the front was also covered so how as he was to see.

But still he put it on, he pulled the straps over the back of his head with the large goggles over his eye's till his entire top was fit under the Oculus. But the second he put it on, the straps and goggles fused with his head "What the!?" Robert cried out in surprise, he tried to pull them off but they wouldn't come off "They won't come off!?"

"It's for your own safety… and the amusement of the masses for what comes next." The being said before the lights turned off basking the room in darkness with the only source of light being the large projector screen at the front of the room with Robert right under it.

There the people of westeros saw black abyss of nothing with only the low moon light parting from the clouds above as a several doors laid before them, each with it's own name.

"Now pick one of the scenarios you want to choose." There were so many doors to choose, every one of them was different in style that was alien to the medieval cultured people who knew nothing about the modern environment they were about to witness.

Robert browsed through the doors, learning to switch through them with his goggles and see the different names of each one he went through but was undecided of which to pick so he called out to the crowd "Which one should I pick? Hey Ned! What'd you think!?" he asked his best friend who stood up a bit from his seat to respond back.

"Honestly Robert, I'm not sure!"

"Bah! I'll go for this one. Dead of Night." Robert picked the door with crude kiddy drawning taped on it and a few toys laying before it.

The screen went dark before he found himself in a small room, laying in bed, the room wasn't decorated like child's room by westeros standards but by modern, as it completely blue with little light from the moon penetrating through the thin curtained covered windows, on the right wall was a boxed shelf with many toys of different styles laying in them, to the far right through a narrow corner was the door but next to the bed was a small stand with an unlit lamp on top of it.

To the left before the windows a large wooden desk, to the left of the bed was another door, and in front at the end of the room was another set of doors that led into the closet, yet was stood out in this room was three book hovering before the king.

"Now what!?" he said, wanting the challenge of facing what ever the being had for him but was perplexed at what he was to do next with these objects before him.

"Pick one of the books to start the game." The being explained.

Robert looked at each of these books, not really understanding what they were or what they would do so he went with his gut as he picked "Hmmm… I'll with…. The tent." He said, picking the book on the left with the picture of a circus tent on the front cover before the screen went dark again.

The room reappeared only this time there was now light, helping the people see the room a bit more better as light shined from the lamp on his left and the torch laying on the floor next the shelves.

Robert looked around, the oculus giving him the ability to see the room like he was in it but he could not move with it, as he mused it was unbeknownst to him that his voice was being projected despite how low it was "Ok, im in bed. With toys all around me, but what am i… what is that?" He asked as the door to his right slammed shut with no cause as to how "Must be the wind." He said, believing that the non-existent wind closed the door which made the odd toy on the top of the shelf fall to the ground.

"Lets be best friends." The creepy toy said in a cheery and erriee tone that freaked the king out as he was unusued to childish objects possessing the ability to speak.

"did that… thing just speak?"

Meanwhile in the seats, his brother were trying not to smirk as they heard the fear in their fearless older brother's voice. Renly leaned to his brother stannis and whispered without taking his eye off his brother "50 dragons say, our brother screams like a little girl."

"you on." Stannis responded back, savouring the sight of his brother showing fear.

"Ned, Ned!? What's going on!?" Robert cried out as banging sounds sounded out in the room, his head was forced to turned to see the basket ball bounce down from the table and onto the floor where it rolled, his followed it as it went under and out his bed where the toy clown was only… there was no clown there anymore "Where's the toy!? Where did the toy go!?" his head snapped left and right looking for the clown that was previously on the floor.

After sometime looking left and right he saw the door next to his bed open and there in the bathtub was the clown "how did he get in there!?"Robert asked with the childish laughter echoing around them as Robert stared at the toy "Ned! Anyone!? How did he-" then the clown suddenly started to move, he was tossed around in the tub like a rag doll but with no one holding him "Seven hells!" Robert swore with horror, wide eyed like everyone else as they saw the inanimate object flailaround like a puppet on strings bashing against it.

This went on for a few seconds before a glowing eyed figure appeared from the door way, glaring eye's full and hate and malice as it stared at him with it's hand on the door and slammed it shut "AAAAAHHH!" Robert screamed out.

His voice reach high octaves in fright as he and every jumped with a start at the frighten visage of a child or… demon before them.

Meanwhile Stannis discretely pass his brother a purse of gold dragon as they stared unblinkling with wide eyed stares of fear at the screen.

"I don't like anymore! Get me out of it!" Robert cried out, trying desperately to rip the oculus from his head but found that it wouldn't budge or that he remained rooted to his seat.

The sound of musical chimes halted his movements.

His head moved robotically to the source of the sound of the jack in the box standing in one of the blocked shelf, the box played out it's song, drowning out all other sounds as it's turningly leaver moved.

Then Robert remembered about the clown and so he diverted his gaze away to look around the room where lightly flashed outside, illuminating the dark side of the room enough to reveal the clown, laying on the table with the head, upside down and staring at Robert with a sharp pair of scissors opened over it's head.

"I want to be best friends foreeevver… and eveerr." It's once happen tone was drone out and deeper."

"Someone! Please help, get me out of here!" Robert cried out for support and aid but no one moved, either out of amusement or fear or because of power that kept them from running up to the stage and helping their king.

A few enjoyed the amusing scene but shared in the fear of everyone watching, they felt like they themselves were subjected to being the pour soul forced to endure the horror of being haunted by a demon.

Those like Cersei Lannister or the entire Lannister family except for Tyrion who watched as the man who spat and insulted them was finally brought low and made into a squelling frightened pig that he was.

The king continued to stare at the clown, frightened of what would happen should he take his eye's off, but he was forced to as the chiming of the jack in the box got louder, causing him to turn his head to see that the musical toy was now right beside his bed on the night stand.

Quickly he turned his head back to see that the clown was still there but was forced once again as something fell on the ground and he saw that it was the jack in the box.

Again he turned his head back only to go wide eyed as the clown was gone along with the scissors "where is it, where is it!?" he muttered out in frighten, looking around the room till he saw the dark outline of figure at the closet double doors.

Light flashed once again revealing the clown seating against the door but then the right door inched open and something grabbed it, trying to pull it only causing it to slowly and roughly travel up along the door before it was finally pulled.

Robert and everyone watched with mute pending horror as the double doors rattled like something was moving around in there before they flew open "AAAHH!" Robert cried out as the clown flew out towards him along with the scissors, both hit the wall beside his head with the scissors impaling into the wall beside his head.

Robert cautiously peered over the bed to see the clown laying on the ground.

He dared not to take his eye's off of it, not that he would have a choice as soon after it was stolen right into the bed.

Robert franticly searched around, trying to see any trace or sight of the clown till "Don't be afraid." Spoke the eerie voice of the clown, Robert slowly turned his head to see the doll standing right beside him, it's face twisted into a grinning demonic expression but what was truly terrifying was the being behind it, grinning maliciously from behind the doll.

It pulled it aside and for a brief moment before it gave out a terrifying demonic roar that had everyone screaming, they saw a boy, pale with black matted hair and blazing amber eye's of evil.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Robert screamed out and continued too even as the screen went black, his hands squeezing hard with his fingers digging deep into the arms of the chair.

He felt the straps loosen and quickly took them off before rushing off the chair, his best friend, kingsguard, council and family immediately got up from their seats to meet him in the isle as he got off from the stage, breathless and pale as a ghost.

"Robert, are you aright?" Ned asked his best friend who had the closet thing to experiencing an actual haunting as he was going to get.

Robert, panted with his hands on his knees for support as he felt drained, both emontonally and mentally from that horror that had him showing true fear.

"Ned…." He breathed out, finding the energy to lay a hand upon his best friend's arm "Ned… that was… that was…" he kept repeating, his head dipped down before he finally lifted it up to reveal a smile on that white as a ghost's face "That was bloody brighten!" he exclaimed, finding a weird form of a amusement in experiencing a fear inducing game.

"your not scared!?" His wife asked, perplexed at his sudden twist of behaviour from scared shitless to grinning like a mad man.

"Of course I was woman! But you have to admit it was fun in a way." He said "Now please move, I need to sit down." He pushed passed them on his way to his seat so he can rest after that.

"Now who's next?" asked the voice of their esteemed host.

All looked to each other and everyone with uncertainty.

-Fowl play Theon-

Theon Greyjoy was next.

The heir to the iron island voleentered to go in an attempt to show how brave he was before his adoptive/ surget family and his actural family.

Like Robert, Theon was sitting in the chair and wearing the oculus headgear on his head, he sorted through the different scenarios but had decided not to go for what the king had done as it was too frightening for him and he didn't want to admit it.

So he went for one of the others that he believed where less scary but not too dull to give the impression that he was weak but he didn't know which was which so he picked the one he believed to be right for him.

It was fowl play and now he standing, confined within a phone box over looking a seemingly empty road and street, no people walking around it or sitting down at the café.

A voice called out from the hanging telephone that Theon was in but the voice on the other end was drown out in too much static to understand, only bits were understood such as taking shelter and staying out of the streets before all was silenced in screams and then nothing more afterwards.

Theon was left alone in the phone box, nothing but the sound of the ocean, the ringing of a bell and the distant call of birds echoing in the air.

Suddenly two police cars raced by, their alarms blaring as they speeded on by, not once stopping or braking for the large dip in the road and the bend as a large flock of crows gave chase after them "What was that thing?" Theon voiced his and everyone else's curiosity as what they just saw flyig down the stone road.

Seeing that he was alone once more, Theon looked around his surroundings, preparing himself for the worst this game would thrown at him.

…but truly he wasn't prepared for it had for him.

*tap! Taptaptap!* the sharp tapping resonated in his ears, causing him to freeze, slowly he turned his head to the source and saw with fear welling eye's at the cause peaking it beak at his glass shield.

It was crow of average size and height but… it was different.

It's eye's pale and lacking any sense of intelligence or sanity for an animal. Only a primal drive directed at him full of bloodlust and hunger dwelt within it's pale orbs that stared at him unblinkingly as it continued to peck the glass.

"What the- what the fuck is wrong with these birds!?" Theon cried out, getting a closer look to see the ruffled black feathers and spots of blood on it's body but mainly the beak.

*Tap!* further tapping not caused by the current bird he was looking at sounded out, he immediately turned around see another crow stand a bit higher then the first and trying to penetrate it's beak into the glass, it was like the other one only blood appeared around the eye's.

*Screech!* the ear paining sound of something scratching hard rang in their ears and Theon, hesitatingly looked up to see another crow standing right on top of the phone box, dragging it's beak across the glass roof.

In the seats, the people of westeros stared in fix horrific fascination as the concept of bird turning murderous had never crossed their minds and in all honesty… it was terrifying as birds such as ravens are used as messengers to carry letters of gave importance. "Dad… what wrong with them?" Arya stark asked her father, leaning more close to him for safety for and comfort as she watched as her step brother of sorts Theon was surrounded by the twisted looking birds that eyed him with hunger.

Lord Stark wrapped hi arm around his daughter like he did with his wife, watching with the same fear ridden face as everyone else "I don't know, they look… changed." He had never seen such primal hunger and intent in a beast before, not even starved animal held this estranged malice when presented with an opportunity to feed.

*Crack!* the sound of glass breaking prompted Theon to turn his head back to the right to see that the 2nd crow had managed to stab his beak through the glass and was now trying to peak at him but even though it couldn't that didn't Theon from trying to distance himself form it as he leaned away.

"Fuck! Get away from me!" he swore, leaning away from it but thankful for him, he got his wish as a loud bang echoed from far away but it was enough to draw the bird away from him to the source of the sound followed by more gunshots.

Yet there was still a group perched on the telephone lines before him but he turned to see the cop car coming back but it crashed against the wall around the bend, it's engine revving back up before it reversed back and speeded down once more only to suddenly lose control.

It falls to it side as it moves towards him but thankfully it turns and skids down into the ally, knocking against the truck causing it's back shutter door to fly open, unfortunate for the guy hinding in there as a single crow dropped down to the ground before it and started to caw at him.

Theon saw a man from within quickly tried to close the shutter gate "quick, close it! Ohhhh!" he sounded out, watching as the entire flock from the phone line fly in in a great swarm, throwing the man back in with the shutter gate closing them in. the van shook as cry's and screaming of bloody painand death emanated from it till all was silent and still.

And Theon and everyone else now knew of what was happen and what was soon to befall the Heir to the Iron island "What in the name of the drowned god, the seven and old Gods is wrong with these birds!?" Theon cried out in panic watching another flock took the place of the previous group of birds and one crow nipped at something behind the post box, causing it to fall to the side revealing it to be a corpse of a man with his eye missing from it's socket and his face, unreconigasble from the bloodied deep scratches that all around his head.

The crow then flapped up to the top of the post box and started to caw at Theon like the one before did the man and it was there, that the Stark Ward knew of what was to happen "Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!" he cried out, looking all around to see crows everywhere, on top of lamps, rails, tables, chairs, road and street, all looking right at him with a massive swarming flying up and down the road between him and the large army of birds perched on the telephone poles and lines.

Their cries ringing out in mass droves, deafening him to anything else *Bang!* he jumped with a start and turned to see a crow bashing it's body against the glass frame, followed by another and then another. Soon afterwards more crows started to do it from all three sides, slamming against the glass shield protecting him from them "Oh fuck, Someone help me!" he cried out, and watched with pending horror and eye's going wide as they form a large mass before him, and droved right at him such great numbers that they broke through the telephone.

Theon, flailing around watched as they assaulted his face with one of them pecking out one of his eye's from it's socket and eating it with the others before the screen was bathed in red then black.

-Hisssteria Tyrion Lannister-

"oh fuck me." Tyrion swore as he found himself laying within a crypt and one large king cobra laid on his stomach, it's frill opened up and it's fangs bared ready to attck, but before it lunged Tyron found himself safe as it's head was blown off, curtsy of the unknown man above him.

Tyrion thanked what ever divine being out there that he wasn't killed in this game like Theon and Robert before him.

But not everyone was happy that he survived this scenario, such as his sister who sat next to her bother and children with a scowling expression "lucky son of a-"

"Hey, that's our mother your about to curse." Jamie, stopping his sister in the midst of her cursing, he did not share the distaste his father and sister had for their little brother for an accident he had no control over that resulted in their mother's death.

-Final Approach Robb Stark-

"What are those thing!?" Robb cried out as he sat within an airplane as large hulking beasts tore through the craft, and began to tear it apart.

He was forced to watch helplessly as other's died around him and he couldn't do anything about it.

Then he watched as the craft was torn in half and the ground was getting closer and closer as he fell back down to earth, strapped to his seat and frozen with fear.

-Dead at night Ghost book, Euron Greyjoy-

Euron Greyjoy has been called many things.

A vicious bastard.

A crazy son of a salt whore or just plain insane.

Well, whether it be mental stability he was crazy enough to try the challenge but even crazier to go back to Robert challenge and try the other two books.

He pick the one which in his word *looked like a flying fucking sheet with eyes*

The level loaded and he found himself in the bedroom, everything was normal but there was no clown and the door to the room was closed, the only thing that was different was the flash light laying on the floor near the end of the wall shining it's light dead on the wall at the end of the room.

Euron turned his head, looking around the room, waiting for the amber eyed shit to rear his ugly head and he didn't have to wait long as his gaze sweeped over the torch, seeing something standing in front the flash light as he turned toward the door before he snapped his head back see the hunched back of demon child in the gaze of the flash light.

"Hello you ugly bastard." He said to the child who was naked except for the shorts covering his pelvis, his body moving and making grunting sounds as he fiddled with something in his hands.

He continued to do it until he felt the eye's of Euron on him and then he stopped still, his back ridged upwards before starting to shaking violently as he stood up a bit before turning to Euron screaming as his form flicker out.

"Oooohh, I'm so scared." Euron mocked the boy, looking around to find him again, checking every corner and shadow of the room, this his head to look up to the ceiling and peering to the side to see around his bed.

He continued to look till he saw glowing amber eye's staring at him from one end of the room.

*vroom, broom.* thunder rumbled as lightly flashed outside the curtain covered windows, casting light into the left side of the room where Euron and everyone saw the matted head of the boy peered from the top of the wooden desk where a low light from the velvet small lamp shined.

The boy turned it off before scurrying behind the desk and disappearing.

"Alright, where are you, you little fucker?" Euron muttered looking around once more to find the boy "Come out, come out wherever you are."

Suddenly he spotted the boy scurrying from the desk to the end of the bed and hiding behind the bottom frame, Euron didn't lose focus or turn his head from the end, watching as cricking sounds emanated within the room before he saw the demon child rear his head and peer at him through the wooden bars of the bed frame.

His blazing Ember's staring at him with pure malice, the sound getting more louder and intense before the boy jumped to his feet screaming wildly as he bent backwards quickly and crawled across the floor on his hands and feet but on his arched back, screaming as he scurried through the room to the closet doors that flew open and slammed shut as he disappeared into that dark abyss.

"Yeah you better run." He said before turning to see the door to the bathroom open where the light from the bathroom shined.

But not for long as the sound of grunting and something being smashed emanated from in there, and Euron didn't see the child even as the lights within flickered before the he saw him.

The malnourished wild child latched onto the wall over the bathtub, stabbing at it with the sharp scissors in his hand before jumping back and smashing some more before the bathroom was plunged into darkness.

Euron waited before jumping in fright as the boy crawled out from the bathroom along the wall and disappearing over him "Where is that little creepy cunt!?" Euron swore, looking above him to try and find the demonic child, but nothing.

He peered to the right of the night stand and nothing, left, no sight of glowing eye's.

"Where in the drowned abyss are you?" he mused, looking around for any sign of the demonic brat till he saw eye's in the corner above the toy shelf.

He locked eye's with the boy for a second before the demon child scurried across the ceiling and climbed down the shelf, never losing his gaze upon Euron nor the sinister look he was sending to him as he crawled down and then to the flash light that he stood over *click* before he turned it off and disappeared in the dark swallowed corner.

"oooh, turning off the lights, so scary." Euron sounded out as he saw the game the demon was playing as the room was submerged in darkness with the only source light now being the lamp by his bedside.

Euron looked around and the boy again over the left side behind the desk then on the top of the shelf where it threw a book at him "Oi you son of a sea whore!" he cursed at him as the demon boy disappeared once more.

"Where is he?" Euron hissed through his teeth searching for the child when he suddenly felt a pair of eye's burning a hole in to his head, he turned his head to the last source of light in his room and there, saw the pale ass demon child on the other side of his lamp.

The demonic boy's back was against the wall as he leered at Euron through the gap, smiling maliciously at him as his hand reached into the lamp cover *Click* and turned it off, completely swallowing the room in darkness, the glowing pupils of the boy disappeared behind the stand and now Euron was left alone in the dark.

No light to help him or shield him from what laid in wait within the room he was trapped in.

And so he waited.

The suspense was frightening as the dreaded tension built up, for once in his life, Euron was sweating with fear as he knew he lacked the ability to fend for himself as he sits against the chair waiting for his fate.

The creaking sounds of a rocking chair caught his attention and he turned his head to see the once rocking chair that sat far away in the room was now next to him with the demon child sitting in it, huddled in a fettle position.

The chair rocked back and forth in a slow motion with the kid still in his position until he lunged at Euron, roaring inhumanly from his back maw with blazing red eye's.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!" Euron screamed out, finally showing fear and failing the challenge of proving his courage as an Ironborn. He sank back against the seat, his screaming dying down as he pushed himself into the body of the chair, tyring to get away till he saw darkness and knew that it was over.

With a shaky hand he pulled the oculus off of his head to present a colour drained pale face bearing wide frightened eye's that looked ready to explode out of his head with his mouth opened in a silent scream.

He rooted himself out of his chair and proceeded down from the podium in a slow manner with all eye's watching his near frozen form move stiffly towards his seat where the rest of his family and fellow Iron born were waiting.

"To think you came out of our mother's womb." Bailon his older brother who looked far worse then Euron with an aging visage and long tangled hair, the short lived king of Salt and Rock stared at his crazy now whimpering sibling with a scrutinizing glare.

Euron Response to is brother was plain and simple as he took his seat.

"Fuck off."

Meanwhile, up in the private booth's was the Targaryen siblings, Viserys and Daenerys watched the interaction of the people below them, sharing in the same sense of fear they were as they watched through the same Projector the fear inducing challenges they were taking on.

Her brother wouldn't admit it like a certain blonde haired shit but he was afraid, unfortunately the *True and Rightful king of Westeros* Doesn't have Fear and as *The Dragon* He was to natural inspire fear in other as much as awe.

But Dany admitted that she was afraid as she was amused by these fearful scenarios that were fun to do and take on as you were honestly risking your life when you try them on.

The reaction of the people who did them also added to the amusement as they're way of handling and going about it made it even more funny.

Of course, she nor her brother dared to try the challenge, both out of fear and the secrecy of their existence remaining oblivious to the others below them.

Finished.

I hope you enjoyed that and enjoy a Happy Halloween to come.

I'll be adding a new chapter soon and i'm almost finished with the Lord of the Rings Continuation chapter, just be patient.