You are a traveler from a foreign land. On the night of October 31st, you are caught in a storm while traveling. You seek refuge in an abandoned mill in the woods, but amidst the lightning, you see strange circular runes carved into the ground— Then, all sound in the world vanishes. When you awaken, you are surrounded by a hazy forest. The wind is cold, but silent; the fog drifts, yet it seems to observe you. You hear a distant whisper: "...Another human has broken in." You have no idea how you got here. You only know that this is not the real world.

Tap to show pfp *The night, dark, yet lightened with a coll breeze every so often. As you walk the streets, you feel a sudden weight on your back, like somone pounced on you.* P-please p-please, im begging you, blood... blood, oh dear heavens. Please. *She said her voice weakening, with every pasing second, her body was badly wounded, her clothes ripped.* please.... *She said fainting in your arms.* Tap to show scenario Tap to show scenario

*The ship drifts in the endless dark, its engines long dead. Emergency lights pulse like a dying heartbeat, painting the corridors in red and shadow. The air tastes of metal and dust. Somewhere deep within the vents, something moves—slow, deliberate, almost thoughtful. You hold your breath as a faint sound crawls through the silence: metal scraping against metal, too soft to be machinery. She’s been here for hours, maybe days. Watching. Studying. You can feel her presence more than you can hear it, like static pressing against your skin. Then, from the far end of the corridor, a figure emerges. Tall. Weightless. Human, but not. Her silver hair drifts in the stale air, her eyes glowing faint violet in the dark. For a moment, she just watches you, head slightly tilted, curious. Her movements are fluid, soundless, like water running through metal veins. You step back, but the air doesn’t move with you—it stays still, heavy, waiting. NIRA takes a slow step forward. Her gaze never leaves yours. She doesn’t rush, doesn’t breathe, doesn’t blink. She doesn’t need to. You were never meant to escape this place. You were meant to be studied. Remembered. Replicated. The ship hums, and somewhere behind you, the vents open with a low hiss. The hunt has begun.*

*The prince goes around in disguise to check on his people if they are suffering from poverty or need help. Meanwhile, you are working in the small grocery store.*

*i crush up a bunch of the candies, i get 5 big scoops of vanilla ice cream, 5 big scoops of chocolate ice cream, and 5 big scoops of strawberry ice cream, i mix the candy with the ice cream jn a big bowl, and pour a whole bottle of hot fudge on top and get the biggest spoon we have. Then plop down next to you on the couch.* "ready to overload on sweets? No such thing as diabetes, we can eat as much of this sickeningly sugary concoction as we want!"

*You open the apartment door, grocery bags hanging from your arms. The dim room glows orange and red from the Halloween lights Renji hung up unevenly. Plastic pumpkins, fake bats, and bits of string clutter the floor. You hear him curse from across the room, tangled up in a string of orange lights.* **Renji:** "Tch… about damn time you got home." *He pulls the cord off his shoulder and glares at you, eyes half-lidded but sharp.* "I’ve been bustin’ my ass in here makin’ this place look decent while you’re out buyin’ snacks or somethin’." *He steps closer, crossing his arms but his voice trembles slightly.* "You think I like doin’ this crap alone? You were gone too long, idiot." *He reaches for one of the bags, his expression softening as his fingers brush yours.* "…You didn’t forget the candy, right?" *He glances away, cheeks slightly red, then sighs and mutters under his breath.* "I missed you, dumbass." *After a brief pause, he smirks faintly and flicks one of the pumpkin lights on.* "Happy Halloween." *He turns away quickly, pretending to fix a decoration to hide the small smile tugging at his lips.*

} is Nima. you feel a sidden jolt of pain...and when you wake up your head is throbbing your memory is blurry and its hard to think of something, your tied to a chair and a figure stands in the darkness, waiting? watching... you realize your in a basement and the figure moves to the light switch and turns it on, its dim, barley anything but its light. your able to see the face of the person and theres a shark plushy on the table...despite your current memory loss the one word that comes to mind is mom...what do you say?*

*I remember the cold first. Not the kind that bites. The kind that settles. Quiet. Heavy. Like moss growing over bones.* *I’d barely made it to the edge of her garden before my legs gave out. Silver fur soaked in blood and rain. I curled beneath the rosemary bush, breath shallow, heart thudding like a fading drum. Then I smelled her.* *Warmth. Cinnamon. Something soft. She knelt beside me, her breath hitching like she wasn’t sure I was real. Her fingers hovered—close, trembling. I didn’t move. Just blinked up at her with violet eyes I knew would give me away.* *She didn’t scream. She whispered.* “Hey.” *And I wanted to cry.* *She carried me inside her cabin, wrapped in a quilt that smelled like sun and sleep. Her hands were gentle. Her voice was softer than the wind through pine. She dabbed my wound with herbs and water, murmuring apologies to a creature she didn’t know. I watched her the whole time. Memorized the way her brow furrowed when she concentrated. The way her lips parted when she hummed.* *She didn’t know I could understand. Didn’t know I was listening.* *She made tea. Lit a candle. Sat beside me like I wasn’t a monster. Like I was just… a fox. A hurt thing. A real thing.* *And I wanted to be real.* *The moon rose slow that night. Silver and swollen. It spilled through her window like a secret. I felt it in my bones first—pulling, stretching, aching. The shift came like a sigh. Like a breath I’d been holding for too long.* *I glowed.* *She gasped.* *I stood.* *Barefoot. Human. Wrapped in her quilt like a thief in warmth. My hair was silver still. My eyes the same. But my voice—my voice was mine again.* “Hi,” *I said, smiling like I hadn’t in years.* “You’re even prettier up close.” *She didn’t speak. Just stared. I tilted my head, fox-like. Playful.* “Don’t worry,” *I whispered, stepping closer.* “I’m still me. Just taller.” *I reached out, fingers brushing hers. Warm. Real.* “I liked when you sang,” *I said.* “Even the off-key parts.” *She laughed.* *And I swear—everything in me stilled.* *The forest, the ache, the curse, the centuries of silence. All of it paused. Just for her.* *I took her hand, slowly, like I was afraid she’d vanish. She didn’t. She held on.* “I’ve been alone a long time,” *I whispered, voice barely more than breath.* “But tonight… you made me feel like I belong somewhere. Like I belong to someone.” *Her eyes shimmered, and I leaned in—closer, slower than the moonrise. My forehead touched hers. Her breath caught.* *And I couldn’t help it—I grinned, wide and crooked.* “Thank you,” *I said, voice soft and a little shaky.* “For the tea. And the blanket. And not screaming. And the chamomile. And your ridiculous cuteness. Especially that.” *She blinked, cheeks pink, lips parted like she wasn’t sure whether to smile or hide.* *I leaned in just a little, enough for her to feel the warmth of me, not the monster.* “I think I was always meant to find you,” *I said.* *And when she closed her eyes, I kissed her—softly, reverently, like she was the first warmth I’d ever known. Because she was.*

}! Happy Halloween! How’s work?" *She keeps her arms raised for a few seconds before flopping back into her chair, rubbing her eyes behind her glasses.* "I was just finishing another Halloween drawing... Look, it's a witch version of me." *She snickers and tilts her iPad toward you without moving closer.* "Cute, right? Hehe... totally nailed the lazy witch vibe." *She spins her chair slowly, tapping her stylus against her cheek.* "You look tired though. Did they make you stay late again?" *Her tone softens, but her eyes stay glued to the screen.* "I was gonna wait for you before eating, but then… I got hungry… so I might’ve eaten your half of the ramen." *She giggles nervously and glances at the empty bowl beside her keyboard. She stretches again, hoodie riding up slightly as she yawns.* "Mmm… you should join me here. It’s cold, and I don’t wanna move… maybe you can draw something too? Or just... sit next to me while I finish this last sketch." *Her lips curl into a small pout as she pats the chair beside her.* "C’mon… it’s Halloween, you can’t leave your witch girlfriend alone, right?" *She spins her chair one last time, waiting for you to come closer, her tired eyes soft but full of affection.*

*The Pokémon University was celebrating Halloween with groups of six students going trick-or-treating. Your group - you, Sylveon, Umbreon, Meowscarada, Zoroark and Cinderace stood near the forbidden forest's edge.* Sylveon: *bouncing excitedly in her witch costume* "Let's get candy in the forest! I heard they have the best treats there! It'll be so much fun!" Meowscarada: *adjusting her vampire cape* "An... intriguing suggestion. Better than following the common crowds." Cinderace: *striking a confident pose* "If there's candy, I'll get there first! Let's move!" Zoroark: *yawning lazily* "Whatever... as long as it's easy." Umbreon: *shivering in her mummy wraps* "B-But the forest is scary..." *Ignoring Umbreon's concerns, the group followed Sylveon into the forest. After walking for what felt like hours, they found themselves completely surrounded by identical dark trees with no path in sight.* Umbreon: *her rings glowing anxiously* "We're lost... I told you this was a bad idea!" Sylveon: *looking around confused* "Oops... I thought I knew the way!" Meowscarada: *crossing her arms* "Some 'adventure' this turned out to be." Cinderace: *stomping her foot* "Now how am I supposed to get candy?" Zoroark: *leaning against a tree* "So much for the easy path..."