I'm back from the dead guys ! I know it has been a while since I last posted a chapter over here, but I have a very good reason… A lot has happened. First of all, I moved and now that mother gave me an apartment, the Me is free! Second, I've started school again and I'm really having fun at it (game design and programming). Which brings me to third : I have way less time than before, that's why I'll start publishing again, but only once a week. RIP the daily challenge, but it doesn't really matter, You'll have your hundred Bumblebees, and perhaps even more!

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Blake asked, visibly taken aback by the creepy creaky looks of the building towering them.

Yang, in the meantime, beamed with joy and excitement as they were approaching the so-called 'Haunted Mansion' standing at the end of a partially hidden dirt path. They had been selected by lot on the internet to be amongst the first to experience what this mansion had to offer, in terms of horror and surprise. And that of course ravished Yang, as she was always up to a challenge, and that's why she felt so confident in the moment.

"C'mon Blakey! Everything here is fake, we're doing a test-run! It's just like we went to a fair, except this time it's free!" she smiled, amused by Blake's sudden hesitation.

She was still surprised at how, despite practicing several martial art and having a daily training with cold steel to be as accurate as humanly possible in the stories she wrote, Blake still felt unsure about a fake haunted house. Some might have found this incredibly dumb, while she just thought it was cute. Plus, she would never complain about having a reason to hold her close.

"If you say so…" Blake slowly admitted, her cat ears flat against her skull.

They finally arrived at the doorstep, hesitantly looking through the dusted windows when they saw no one coming, before Yang got bored and decided to try out the doorknob. At her surprise, it clenched easily, and the door opened itself slowly, creaking as if a dozen tortured souls were trying to escape.

"Well, I guess we've already started our test." Yang shrugged off the feeling of uneasiness, instead turning to her girlfriend and waggling her eyebrows to emphasize her next joke. "What is it? You're pale, as if you'd seen a ghost?"

Blake frowned at her for the lame attempt that couldn't even be called a joke anymore, but before she could say anything Yang came back for another strike.

"Don't tell me that you're superstitious, scaredy cat?" She added, her eyebrows still skittering and the glimpse in her eyes betraying her pride at the lame joke.

"That's it. If you're so courageous, then go ahead, lead the way. You wouldn't want your scaredy cat to get a heart attack, would you? " she smirked, knowing full well that the blondie would end up regretting it.

But for now, Yang decided to play the knight in shining armor, leading the way and comically aiming at everything with her finger gun. Though even if she played it cool, something started to get on her nerves. She felt… followed. And she didn't like it at all.

Of course she knew being scared was the point of this dusty, rusted house… But she was expecting disguised people to jump at them, trying to surprise the fear out of their heart. Not an empty house with an overwhelming impression of not being alone. She kept her joyous, babbling façade anyway, until she saw something actually move out of the corner of her eyes.

She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face the painting silently hanging on the wall, as fear crept its way through her heart. There were eyes here. Alive, moving eyes fixed upon them. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn that the pristine lady on the painting was observing them, making fun of them.

Then a loud sound resonated in the room, having Blake suddenly turn toward the incriminated painting… But the eyes were gone. In their place only stood a perforated painting and a wooden plank, probably designed to cover a peephole. And that somehow, chilled the blondie to the core.

"What happened?" Blake flatly said, seemingly not impressed at all. Of course she wasn't impressed ! She hadn't seen those eyes…

"We're watched…" Yang murmured, now finding it very difficult to tear her eyes from the void beneath the canvas.

"Who's the scaredy cat now?" Blake purred, apparently immensely enjoying the situation.

That was until her ears started twitching lightly, catching up a faint melody and silencing her as efficiently as a gag. Her brows furrowed as she focused all of her might to try and recognize the song, while the tip of her left ear kept twitching in a subtle display of both her nervousness and irritation. Without saying anything more, she departed toward the sound relying only on her senses – and hoping that Yang would follow not too far behind. Getting separated would be a really bad idea, but something bugged her with this sound, something altogether familiar and alien.

Speeding her way through the decrepit hallways, she jumped when a loud thud resonated behind her. Turning violently, her eyes widened in horror when she realized the worst had happened. A wall had just slammed itself shut between her and Yang, and despite watching intently she found no trace of the corridor she had just crossed. It was as if she had suddenly turned crazy, as if there never was a hallway to begin with, though she was sure she had ran it…

The music had disappeared too, unless it was just muffled out by the sudden change in the mansion's architecture… and something else had taken its place. A low, hurtful moan rose and fell from one corner of the living room she hadn't even realized she was in, drawing her attention and making her forget everything else for a second.

There was another person here, if the crying and shaking form curled up in the corner was indeed a 'person'. Slowly closing the distance and all senses on high alert, she approached the shape until she was merely a breath away, and once again that uncomfortable feeling of familiarity nagged at her brain. She felt like she was on the brink of pinpointing it, but that opportunity was robbed from her when the shape stopped crying, once again claiming her full attention. It started moving, silvery eyes suddenly glimmering through thick locks of brown hair, and that's when Blake's instinct kicked on full mode, commanding her to run. Now. And fast.

Having little to no control over it, she resigned herself to flee by the first exit she saw… and when she heard rapid footsteps chasing after her, accompanied by a low, furious growl, she was suddenly glad that she had such strong instincts. And also glad she hadn't skipped leg day while working out with Yang. That creature – what the hell this weird amalgam of fur, ears, teeth and gnarling eyes could be – was running fast, and it didn't seem to tire.

Her panicked run abruptly came to a stop at the exact second she crashed into her blonde of a girlfriend, who was apparently as frenzied as she was. Quickly coming back to her feet, she helped Yang do the same while still frequently eyeing behind her. What worried her almost instantly was that the blondie did the same, neither of them even daring to speak as they sucked in deep breaths. But their rest was cut short when two sets of footsteps were suddenly heard, the pair suddenly freezing in anticipation at what had pursued the other… Only for the to exclaim at the exact same time, much more surprised than afraid.

"Ruby?!" came Yang's bemused realization

"Weiss?!"

Then they both turned to each other, confusion growing a little more when the two 'monsters' started to laugh.

Now that the stressing and creepy aura of the house had worn down, Blake realized that the 'thing' pursuing her was nothing more than a young girl disguised as a werewolf, just as she had seen right through Weiss' ghost disguise. And she suddenly felt really embarrassed that she had freaked out because of an – admittedly well done – disguise. Knowing that Yang had fell for the same trap was of little comfort, as it wouldn't prevent her from teasing… But at least she finally had the occasion to meet the blondie's sister, and to reunite with her childhood friend. The fact that they happened to be dating each other was just an added coincidence.

That's how in between a laugh and meeting, each of them completely forgot the haunted mansion.

Done! I tried to write it extra-long, to make up for all the time I've lost… But in the end I had to cut it short. I originally planned on having a lot more character appear, but I decided against it as it would have taken five more pages.

Anyway it got me a new idea that I'll preciously store and write if I ever find some more time. Expect a spooky mansion, ghosts and demons from me in the future ;P

Review answering ! Yeah! I truly missed that part.

SomeRandoFromTX: Well yeah, I didn't want to use the more obvious option, so I blatantly ignored the rule 63. Also to me it would be like loosing the challenge...

For 'Stripes' I think I'll use the 'earning your stripes' expression. Also thanks for teaching me a cool expression, and I hope you're stille reading even though I had to leave for more than a month...

Just a name : Well thank you, I personally don't se why Yang would be the more 'masculine' of the two... I mean both of them are pretty much feminine, but if anything, Blake is the one who would wear a suit so confidently... like she pretended to be human for a while, so why not pretend being a man for the night?

Anyway, I'm glad I came back... See you next week!