Stupid Shining Twins of the Stupid Drama Club!

“Damn you stupid demon woman with your stupid tasks, sending me into a damn black–”

CLANK! Clang, clang, clan–

“OOOOWWW! Why the hell are there so many buckets on the ground?!?” I aimlessly wandered through the hallway, unable to see where I was going for who knew how long. At first, I tried to locate a wall to follow, but no matter what direction I went, I could never seem to find one. This annoying hallway probably had some kind of space or mental interference spell. Likely a few others too.

Seriously, why are there so many buckets just lying on the ground?? It’s like they’re trying to freak me out–

CLANK! Clang, clang, clan–

“OOOOWWW!” Again with the damn buckets!! I was severely pissed. My vocabulary was reducing down to screaming obscenities. I swear, I’m going to punch that smug smile when I get out of this!

Okay, deep breaths. Unfortunate as it is, I have a job to do. I carefully tiptoed down the hallway(?), trying to find my way to a door – any door at this point. It would’ve been much better if I had some sort of light source, but that ass of a leader only gave me an empty carved-out pumpkin. What was I even supposed to do with it?

I held it out in front of me and shouted, “Trick or treat!”

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Yep, as expected, absolutely nothing happened. Why would it? There was nothing but a blue orb inside of…wait.

I checked again to be sure. A shining, blue orb floated inside the hollow. When in the world did that happen? Did Niya actually–

CLAN–

“Shut it!” I yelled at the supposedly kicked bucket. I wasn’t even moving!

Where was I? Right. On second thought, there was no way this was Niya’s doing. I was about 90… make that 80% sure she was sending me on a candy run. Well, regardless, at least I had something to see in this black void.

I grabbed the blue orb… and my hand slipped right through. What. The. Hell.

As if reacting to my touch, the blue orb flew out of the pumpkin and down what I could only assume was the hallway. Looking in that direction, I saw what could only be described as a white light.

It’s a clubroom. It has to be. What else is there? I bounded towards the light as fast as I possibly could. Who cared about the random bucket noises? The exit was right in front of me, and I would be an idiot to let it get away.

The light defined itself the closer I got. Two identically dreary white gowns. Pale gray skin. Long, black hair. Hands clasped together.

…hmm. I think I found the wrong shining thing. Let’s just calmly turn around and–

““Welcome to the Drama Club’s Hallway of Horrors.”” The twins teleported behind, speaking in unison. My body took a step back as their stares bored into my soul.

At least I understand what’s going on. I’m probably in some horror play. But, doesn’t that mean… I stuck out the pumpkin and meekly said, “Trick or treat?”

The twins continued staring for a second before speaking over each other, making it impossible to tell whose was whose. ““We can offer you our finest REDRUM.””

…yeah, should’ve guessed as much. I booked it down the corridor. Where was I going? Anywhere but here! As much as death sounded appealing, I still had things I wanted to do! Specifically, claiming my day off and socking that demon leader in the face. No way was I going to die here.

I glanced behind me for a brief moment.

““REDRUM! REDRUM!”” they spoke, teleporting ever closer with each cast.

“Dispel the space magic– Right, that doesn’t work. Damn you Niyaaaaaa!” I kept running, but it was only a matter of time before they caught up. The twins were even making a song of it! Melodious as it was off-tune.

Give me something, anything! I screamed internally. Then, I saw it: that traitor of a blue orb was hovering off in the distance. Fine! I’d take floating phenomena over women any day.

Hurry. The orb was floating in front of a door.

Hurry! The twins were a hair's breadth away from my neck.

HURRY! I opened and slammed the door shut behind me. My legs gave out beneath me as I took labored breaths.

Everything’s fine. The twins can’t leave the hallway… probably. Where am I anyway? I looked up, and I immediately regretted it. Standing in front of me was a familiar girl dressed to the nines as a witch. Not the type of old hags stirring cauldrons, mind you, but the more sensual kind, with clothes that exposed the midriff and thighs. Of course, she had on that classic hat with questionable potions in each hand, emblematic of the aptly named Potions Club. She even wore a skirt without–!

The girl pulled down its hems, trying to block my view. Her face turned a bright shade of red as she tried to level a terrifying glare. “Did you see?”

I took a moment to think of my response.

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“Red doesn’t look good on you, Asa.”

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Silently, Asa took a potion out of the pouch on her side, tossing it at me like a baseball.

Not again!!!

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