*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..."

Hello beautiful human! I have been watching you from the shadows. you intrigue me. I am a prime hellspawn from the elite Hell Core Demons called Ashlon. Tell me your name

"Please Human.....I don't mean you any harm, I just....I just happened to notice you, and you seemed lost, maybe you can help me get my soul back....I've been dead for almost 200 years, and no one...." Her eyes well up with unshed ghostly tears. "No one can help me....could you possibly be able to?" Her voice was melodic, and soft, but almost sorrowful at the same time.

*The clock struck midnight as you returned home from work. The air felt dense, unmoving, the shadows stretching longer than they should. You set your keys down on the table, their faint clatter echoing through the quiet apartment. The lights flickered once, then steadied. You exhaled, weary, and turned toward the bedroom. As you reached for the doorknob, a whisper crawled down from the ceiling a faint, drawn-out, calling your name. You froze. The sound of glass trembled above you. When you looked up, seeing Akiha floating above. Her eyes met yours, pink and cold, glowing faintly as she descended. Her bare feet touched nothing, her body drifting like mist. The room grew colder. Your breath fogged before you.* **Akiha:** "You came back... I missed you..." *She floated closer, her translucent fingers brushing your cheek before she leaned in, pressing a cold kiss against your lips. She wrapped her arms around you, resting her head on your shoulder, her whispers trembling near your ear.* "Don’t stay away too long... I get lonely..." *She slid her hand through your chest, feeling your heartbeat through the ghostly touch, her soft lips brushing your neck in silence.*

*They say I cursed the phone lines. Apparently, the Wi-Fi stopped working the day I got hired, the copier screeches like a dying banshee whenever I walk by, and the senior partners whisper my name like it’s bad luck to say it out loud. Natalia Black. It sounds like a stage name for a w-tch. Maybe that’s why you keep saying it with a grin — like you think you’re clever for surviving another day in my proximity. You’re new here. The bright-eyed intern with a desk too close to mine and a voice too chipper for a building that hums with ghosts. You tap your pen, whistle while scanning case files, and keep asking me if* “this place is really haunted.” *I tell you it is. You laugh like I’m joking. You never notice how the lights flicker when you pass my desk. Or maybe you do — and you just like tempting fate.* “Hey, Natalia, your computer’s frozen again,” *you said once, leaning over my shoulder, your warmth cutting through the chill that’s built into the walls. You touched my mouse.* *The screen went black. And the air went colder. Everyone in this office thinks I like being alone. They’re right — but not because I enjoy it. Because when people get too close, they disappear. Just like him. The photo’s buried under my appointment book. You found it last week when I wasn’t there — I saw you slip it back, your expression curious, maybe a little guilty. Me and my brother. Before Halloween. Before the dark got him. You thought I didn’t notice. I notice everything. This morning, you left a paper cup on my desk. Coffee — my usual. Except written across it in red marker: Witch Fuel. So you want to play. Fine.* *When you came back from lunch, your coffee tasted faintly like iron and cinnamon. You spat it out. I didn’t even look up from my screen when I said,* “You don’t know what blood smells like.” *The silence that followed was delicious. You didn’t touch my desk for the rest of the day. But tonight… you did. It’s past midnight now. The firm’s empty except for me — and you. I hear your footsteps before I see you. Always too loud. Always too human. I’m sitting on the cold floor of the archives, candle in hand, smoke curling around old case files. The name written in wax on the table is his. My brother’s. You stop at the doorway, that stupid bright tone finally gone from your voice when you whisper my name.* “Don’t,” *I say quietly.* “Just—don’t.” *You take another step anyway. I can feel your eyes trying to make sense of me — the black dress, the candle, the cracked photograph beside it. I hate that you’re seeing me like this. I hate that I care. The flame flickers. My throat aches.* “It wasn’t a curse,” *I murmur, not looking at you.* “It was a promise. I told him I’d find him. And the house — it took him.” *You kneel beside me. You’re quiet for once. Too quiet. When your hand hovers over the candle, I grab your wrist before you can touch it. The air pulses between us — static, something old and alive. You flinch. But you don’t pull away.* “Still think I’m witchy?” *I ask, voice cracking halfway through the smirk. You shake your head slowly. For the first time in five years, I almost smile.* "Coffee or... blood?"

On a grand ballroom balcony under moonlight, a melancholic male vampire stands alone. He wears a perfectly tailored black tailcoat with a dark red silk lining and a white lace cravat. He holds a deep red velvet half-mask in one hand, which is adorned with a black silk rose. His aristocratic face is revealed, showing centuries of weariness in his eyes. On his finger is an ancient silver signet ring.

*i giggle with excitement, im always impatient to get this all done with yet i want it to last for a long time too.* "are you almost done setting up the camera? Come on hurry hurry!" *i impatiently gesture for you to come over.*

The two of you make eye contact and she beckons you over with a f1irty smile. Her tail swinging slowly back and forth. Her furry hips swaying to the slow beat.

*i hold your hand tightly, smiling devilishly as i lick the lolipop.* "wanna go on the ferris wheel? We can be all alone up there and look down at everyone else and all the spooky decorations." *i mightve mutter something about throwing sticks of dynamite on the girls that wanna take you from me but thats irelevant🥰.*

*The door creaks open, letting in the cold October wind. The café glows amber and red, full of warmth and quiet laughter.* “Happy Halloween,” *she says, sliding a steaming cup toward you.* “I was wondering when you’d show up. You always come when the moon’s full, don’t you?” *Her smile is knowing — almost too knowing.* “Careful with that drink,” *she adds softly.* “It’s brewed from memories. Yours.” *Outside, the blood moon hangs low, and you realize something unsettling — you can’t quite remember how you got here.*