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Name : Gray Starks
Epithet : The Conqueror (Formerly "Black Fist")
Age : 49
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Faction : Pirate
World Position : Super Veteran (Former Yonkou)
Crew : Black Fist Pirates (Destroyed)
Ship : Sangria Vane (Destroyed)
Crew Position : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
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Haki Level : 9
Attack (ATK) : 750
Defense (DEF) : 600
Reflex (RX) : 655
Willpower (WP) : 600
Level : 100
Experience Points : 10000
Bounty : 2,500,000,000
Income Multiplier : +10%
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PostSubject: [Event] Halloween Contest 2019 and Quest Grader Tryouts!   [Event] Halloween Contest 2019 and Quest Grader Tryouts! EmptyTue Oct 08, 2019 10:57 am

Halloween Contest 2019 And Quest Grader Tryouts

Spooktober (cringe) is here. Time to spoop.


Ahoy-o, sailors! Since we're now getting close to Halloween, it's time for us to set off Revival Dawn's second Halloween Contest. We got to see a few eerie stories in the 2017 contest, but I hope to see many more this year!

What's this event about?

This event has two purposes. The obvious one is to share creepy stories involving your characters in an attempt to win prizes. The second purpose is for me to recruit quest graders to assist with the increasing volumes of submitted quests. (I'm only one-quarter robot, y'know?)

Below are the details on how you can go about earning prizes or a quest grader position.

Halloween Prizes

The prizes for this event are as follows:
Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit
Logia Devil Fruit
3 free starting bonus rolls (keep the best roll)

"But Gray, how do I win these prizes?"

In order to win one of the above prizes, you must sell your body and soul to the devil...

Just kidding (or am I?), you simply have to reply to this post using one of your characters with a 1,000 to 4,000 word short story. This short story should be spooky-themed in some way. This does not mean the story has to be a horror; it can even be a comedy.

The story does not need to be canonical for your character, and if it is non-canonical, it does not need to follow any lore rules. Your submission also does not need to respect any combat rules (RNGesus is not welcome here).

Once the contest ends (see deadline below), each person will get three votes which they can cast for whichever submissions they liked most (you will be DMing your choices to me - preferably on Discord). You are allowed to vote for a single person more than once if you like, however, for obvious reasons, you cannot vote for yourself.

As I will be recording and tallying the votes myself, no votes for my submission will be accepted (though compliments are always welcomed and appreciated).

Once the votes have been tallied, the participant with the most number of votes will get first pick of the prizes. The participant with the secondmost number of votes will get second pick, and the participant with the thirdmost number of votes will have to settle for the leftovers, as usual.

Additionally, each participant will get 5 million berries reward once they have posted!

Quest Grader Tryouts

As you may know, grading quests can be a relatively lengthy and time-consuming process. Grading quests requires a staff member to verify that a player conformed to the combat system properly, and to provide constructive comments on their composition, plot development, character development, and their general writing ability.

Because a big part of a quest grader's job is to judge another person's writing, it is only fair that the quest graders meet a certain standard themselves.

Any accepted applicants for the quest grader positions will then be able to grade quests (with a little bit of training). Quest graders will earn 200k berries per post they grade. So, if a quest grader grades a 10-post episode, they will earn 2 million berries for their efforts.

"Quit wasting my time and tell me how to apply!"

To apply for a quest grader position, you simply need to participate in this Halloween Event with a story. In your submission, you must include an OOC note indicating your interest in being considered for a quest grader position.

Once the contest ends, your writing will be assessed and assigned a Quality Score from F to S. If you are assigned a score of A or S, you will be offered a quest grader position. That is all.


The deadline for you to revive the dead or get up to other spoopy shenanigans is currently set to Monday, November 4, 2019, 12:00 PM EST. This date is be subject to an extension if we do not have a healthy number of participants.

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Name : Richard Maxwell
Epithet : Plague Rat
Age : 47
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Crew : --
Ship : --
Crew Position : --
Haki Level : 1
Attack (ATK) : 240
Defense (DEF) : 450
Reflex (RX) : 560
Willpower (WP) : 100
Level : 57
Experience Points : 5720
Bounty : 124,000,000
Berries : 8,005,000
Posts : 99

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Say, have you heard of the Dollmaker?

The Dollmaker is a gentleman, sharp-dressed and ever so mindful of manners. His mansion is terrific and his lifestyle extravagant. A fantastic man who fixes those who are broken. He is all that and more.

Some rumors even say he can make wishes come true.



Slowly the setting sun slipped behind the horizon... But not before painting the sky with beautiful hues of orange. Somewhere a bird sang the last song of the day. A beautiful carriage, red wood decorated with gold, was pulled along a cobblestone path. It stopped before a lavish mansion. Walls as white as fresh snow stretched three stories up and several window lengths to the sides. At the door awaited a lanky man, well-groomed and sharp-dressed. His graying hair had been neatly slicked back. The chocolate brown suit could’ve fit a noble, but lacked any crest. A polite smile sat comfortably on his features.

Out of the carriage stepped several figures. First were the servants, numerous and nearly faceless in their identical uniforms. Then came a rotund man, round even, wrapped in regal vestments. A small crown rested on his thinning hair, announcing his authority without the need for words. Finally in his wake walked a young lady adorned with a flowing silken dress. Long, blonde locks framed a charming face wearing a seemingly permanent frown. It wouldn’t even waver as she walked. The blue eyes glimmered like gemstones, but brimmed with deep sadness. As if she was constantly holding back tears.

Accompanied by the small army of servants, the royalty waltzed gracefully up the stairs to greet the apparent owner of the mansion. The crowned man took charge, introducing himself as King Thalassa, the current and rightful ruler of Ilusia Kingdom. Why he felt the need to add that second note was a mystery. Before the gentleman could even return an introduction, the king grasped his fingers between his hands. “Please, help my daughter. The condition I described in my letter... it has gotten worse.” Desperation loomed behind the plea. Looking into those big, brown eyes, one could see a man nearly out of hope. Well, he had come to the right place, as the mansion-owner reminded with a smile. One week. That’s how long it would take, but there was still hope. There was always hope.

That was exactly what the poor, stressed King wanted... needed to hear.

Bidding farewell to the King and his envoy, the polite man directed the daughter inside. He walked her through long, lavish corridors until they arrived to a set of double doors. Jubilant laughter echoed from the other side. He pushed the doors open, revealing a huge dining hall with a massive table in the middle. Dozens of children, ranging from youngsters to teens, were loudly enjoying a fabulous feast. Foods of all kinds had been arranged across the table. Meats slathered in exotic spices, fresh fruits and vegetables from lands far away, juice sweet like nectar... Their enticing aromas filled the air.

When all eyes turned towards the newcomer and she stared back, the host felt the need to explain. “I have been tasked with taking care of these orphans. Feeding and teaching them. Helping them become the best version of themselves, so to say.” He took a step inside, before getting stopped by a realization. “Ah, but where are my manners?” Such a terrible, tactless blunder on his part. He turned to the lady and bowed deeply. As deeply as his back allowed. “Richard Maxwell, the Dollmaker, as people have come to call me.” Polite to the core, he offered the guest a chair at the end of the table.

“Please, take a seat. Won’t you introduce yourself?”

Following the request, if only out of courtesy, the young lady sat down. Her voice chimed softly, reminiscent of a silver bell. Faint and pure. “I... am Lady Maria Thalassa of Ilusia... But please, call me Maria.” A chorus of greetings rang back. Many didn’t even hesitate to speak her name with friendly familiarity. Their eagerness brought a small smile to the young lady’s face. Father would have not approved. There were many things he did not approve...

Curious by nature, the kids immediately wanted to know why Maria had come here. Was she sick too? She shook her head firmly. “I... I am not sick. Not physically nor mentally.” A heavy sigh passed her lips. “Rather, my father wants me to marry the prince of Briss Kingdom, but... I cannot.” The sorrow returned, bringing the frown with it. “The prince is, frankly, the most selfish soul I have ever met. And his father is a cruel tyrant.” While the children shared surprised looks, Richard only listened quietly. He was well aware of the rumors that buzzed around that particular country. However, if his hunch was right, there would be more to the story.

As expected, after taking a sip of juice, the lady dared to continue. “And... my heart belongs to someone else already... The kind prince Montblanc of Lvneel...” Another sigh escaped her, but this carried longing. “Ah, how I wish to see him again.” Steeling her resolve, she locked eyes with the man supposed to take care of her for the next week. She needed to be polite... But firm. “Please forgive me, Sir Maxwell. I am aware that my father spent a great amount of money hiring you, but I am afraid you cannot change my mind.” She shook her head vehemently, underlining the conviction in her words.

Now it was Maxwell’s turn to mirror the gesture, though only lightly. Reassuringly. “Worry not, Lady Maria. Changing your mind was never my intention. I simply fix what is broken. Bodies. People. Sometimes entire families. In this case, I believe I can teach you the right words for fixing this conflict with your father.” His kind explanation filled her with hope. Her smile grew ever so slightly. She even found her appetite. The journey had been long, so perhaps she could allow herself a light meal. Just some salad... And fruit... Perhaps another glass of juice as well. Before she knew it, she had tasted a bit of everything. Maybe the curiosity of the little ones was contagious. Not that she really minded.

Suddenly the smallest of the children planted his face into the cake he had been hogging. Worried looks were cast his way... Until a long snooore reverberated across the table. Worry made way for lighthearted laughter. The host mused in understanding. “Well, I suppose it is about that time.” Soon after he had said that, another child fell against the table. Third... Fourth... One after another, the young souls collapsed. Food splashed. Spoons clattered. Glasses got tipped over. The final ones up were the host and the young lady. But she too found her eyelids getting heavy. Far heavier than they had ever been. Her hazy stare found the gentle smile facing her way. The sharp teeth twisted into a crescent shape. “Goodnight, Lady Maria.” When her eyes fell shut, those polite words briefly echoed in her fading mind.

“And goodbye.”


The world turned. Revolved. Swirled until up was down and vice versa. In that wavering territory between dreams and wakefulness, time lost all meaning. Seconds, hours, days... They all blended together without beginning or end. Sharp steel danced in a crimson ballroom. The walls dripped and pulsed with the slowly thumping tune. Each motion was carefully choreographed, clearing out only what was unnecessary. Cutting new patterns in the place of the old. Between the performances, distant, echoing words filled the void. “...No matter what is asked of you, the answer is always... Yes, papa.” Like tiny seeds they took root in the newly carved emptiness. With so much room to grow, they filled the hollow space until nothing else could fit.


A week later, a familiar carriage rumbled down the cobblestone road again. Likewise, the sharp-dressed man was waiting for its arrival in the same spot. He was accompanied by the beautiful young princess, who seemed utterly unchanged aside from a small detail. Finally she had found a smile. Small and gentle. Befitting of her status. When the King practically leapt out his carriage, Maxwell took a step forward to intercept him. “Worry not, your highness. I am happy to tell you that my efforts were successful. See for yourself.” He gestured at the kindly smiling girl by his side. Seeing the fretting father’s anxiety, he added a small note. “Ah, but do be careful around her for the next few weeks. The treatment left her quite frail.” With that, he stepped aside, letting the family exchange words.

Taking the advice, the King carefully approached his daughter. He twiddled his fingers, searching for the right words. Holding a speech to the masses was nothing compared to the pressure of a single question. “Well, Maria, my dear... A-are you ready to marry the prince of Briss Kingdom?” The girl shifted her stare onto him. No, she was not. This wasn’t right. She loved... loved... W-who did she love? It was all so hazy, like mist had filled her mind. But she was firm in her belief. Her heart belonged to someone else! And she would tell that to her father for the final time.

“Yes, papa.”

The father was moved to tears by the softly-spoken words and the small nod accompanying them. He loved how the gentle smile stayed on her lips. Truly she was now the obedient daughter he had always wished for! “Wonderful, dear! Come, let’s go home!” As he pulled her into a hug, she didn’t push him away like usual. Couldn’t push away... Behind those vacant eyes, the prisoner rattled her chains in a futile attempt to fight back. Words wouldn’t come to her. Thoughts fell apart before they could fully form. She wanted to scream, but the sound was muffled, distorted beyond recognition. “Yes, papa.” Taken by hand, she was led away without having any say. A stranger within her own body.

With a smile, the Dollmaker bid his happy customer farewell.


As always in life, the unpleasant truths hide between the lines. Underneath the fine and fair words. Kept carefully out of sight.

The Dollmaker is indeed a man gentle in the way he slithers into your heart and ever so mindful of the manner in which he pours poison into your mind. His mansion hides terror and his prices are extravagant. A man who weaves a fantasy for those who are broken. He is all those things and more.

So beware the Dollmaker... Yes, he does make wishes come true.
But no one ever said those wishes were meant to help you.

Wanted Dead or Alive: Richard 'Plague Rat' Maxwell
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Name : Blackbell A. Wren
Age : 16
Race : Tontatta
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Primetime Pirates
Ship : Big Time
Crew Position : Navigator | Pastry Chef
Devil Fruit : Horu Horu no Mi (Hormone-Hormone Fruit)
Haki Level : 0
Attack (ATK) : 60
Defense (DEF) : 65
Reflex (RX) : 55
Willpower (WP) : 40
Level : 1
Experience Points : 100
Berries : 11,250,000
Posts : 63

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On the day their lives changed, the sky was clear, an utter betrayal to the storm ravaging the night preceding the morning after. Suzanne hadn’t been entirely clear on the details, but from what little she’d been offered, she gathered the fairy had been found washed up on the beach when her mother had gone seashell picking, her wings damaged and her face blue with exhaustion.

It had been an odd morning; she’d returned from the market with an empty basket, bemused to find the entire street had been plundered by debris and empty of the usual stores. Several hardy men and women, making up a listless cleaning crew, swept tree leaves to unclog the streets, but waterlogged posters and even sizable stones still littered the district.

The townsfolk, upon seeing her, had been quick to usher her away, promising the market would be fully operational within the following few days. Anne had tried to offer help, but she had been insistently declined and when she turned away, further bemused, her back prickled at the nervous stares. When she peeked over her shoulder, the townsfolk swiftly avoided her gaze and hurried back to their task with new vigour.

“Poor girl,” she heard a whisper. “Such a shame what happened to her older sister…”

“Her poor mother too,” she heard another. “I hear she hasn’t left the house since.”

“I still remember the funeral.”

“She was so distraught.”

Anne’s fist clenched tightly around the basket on her arm and she quickened her steps as though in blind flight. She left the town with her head bowed awkward, painstakingly aware of the gazes that followed her every step.

By the time she’d reached the homely cottage skirting the town, her breath was ragged and her forehead glistened from both the chill gripping her heart and the white sun glaring from above. Squeezing the tears from her eyes, Anne then took a deep before steeling herself and entering the cottage.

“I’m home,” she called sullenly, before starting at the sound of laughter.

She had forgotten to draw the curtains open before leaving and had expected to return to a gloomy room. With her father waking at the brink of dawn for the seasonal tuna fishing and her mother locked in her room, Anne had become accustomed to a deathly silent home. It had been so long since she’d heard the sound of laughter proliferate their humble abode, it took her several moments to register the high notes.


The basket fell unnoticed to the floor as Anne burst into motion, kicking her shoes off and racing through the hall. She flung the living room door open, her heart already lifting. The sight before her immediately sank her feelings, yet giving rise to new bewilderment at the absurdity before her.

It was her mother. Her mother whom she hadn’t seen under a pool of morning light in many weeks was seated on the floor with a scattering of sheets of paper and crayons sowed in a completely disorganised manner across the floor. She still wore a suitcase under each one of her eyes and her cheeks were still sunken deep into skull, but her colourless lips were curved upwards into a gentle smile. It was almost comparable to seeing the dead rise.


She looked up and Anne jolted to see pure, genuine happiness shining in her eyes. For a moment, Anne was taken back to when her mother had been hailed Julianne, the most beautiful woman on the island: when her black curls shone under the most meagre of moonlight, when her tender touch sent warmth and love racing through one’s blood...when her songs had stopped tears and lulled Anne into peaceful slumbers.

Now, even as her mother turned her tired form to Anne’s arrival, there was an air of weariness, but the apathy and the decay of her spirit was nowhere to be seen. It was enough to make Anne wonder if she was dreaming and she almost staggered at the sound of her mother’s voice calling out to her.

“Anne! Welcome home,” she said, lifting her cracked lips into a timid smile. “Come, I want you to meet someone.”

Her body moved as though a tide pulled her forward and Anne soon found herself kneeling down in front of her mother. She felt as though she couldn’t take her eyes off her mother’s face lest it all disappeared like a dream, but forcefully tore it down to where she gestured.

At first, she didn’t quite recognise what she was looking at: it was a fairy. With short, silver hair cut almost unusually symmetrical and wide, pale eyes the colour of cinnamon, the fairy was enchanting to look at. She was small, just barely the size of Anne’s palm, and she bore a pair of cracked and limp wings on her back.

“This is Wren,” said Julianne gently. “I found her when I went to the beach.”

“You went to the beach?” asked Anne, her eyes widening. “Outside?”

“Oh, yes,” she replied simply. “It was the strangest notion. I suddenly felt so drawn to the idea of picking seashells...and then I found her. It’s almost like fate. Wren, this is my other daughter, Suzanne.”

“Nice to meet you, Suzie!” chimed the fairy, smiling wide.

“I prefer Anne,” corrected Anne politely, returning the smile without a thought.

“I prefer Suzie,” said Wren, pouting.

“Oh, but…”

“I prefer Suzie!” repeated Wren stubbornly.

“Yes, Suzie is better,” agreed Julianne, glancing quickly and admonishingly at her daughter.

“But, mother…” Her voice trailed to a stop as she pouted in objection in a manner almost identical to Wren. “I’re right.”

Despite the strange introduction, the remaining day passed pleasantly. Julianne and Wren played first with crayons before moving to toys. Anne helped her mother open the dusty chest of old dolls and baubles she and her sister played in their younger years.

She had been concerned the trinkets would send her mother into a depressive relapse, but she needn't have been. With the market closed, Anne was forced to make their meals on leftovers, but her father returned home in the evening with a large catch.

“What’s all that noise?” asked her father curiously, taking off his cap to tossle the remainder of the day’s salty wind from his messy brown hair.

“Mother found a fairy,” said Anne proudly. “Her name is Wren.”

As she prepared dinner, her father shuffled into the living room where Julianne was now reading a book aloud to Wren. When she called the group to eat, Wren was perched comfortably on her father’s shoulder and an incandescent smile was plastered on his face, as though the jadedness of his day was completely forgotten.

Time passed and the family naturally integrated Wren into their home. Julianne’s smile rekindled and she gradually lost the dark rings that had seemed to perpetually hug her eyes. Her father, Gavin, buried his work at sea and returned home each day with a carefree attitude Anne hadn’t seen in months. As for Anne, she found responsibilities had increased substantially since Wren’s arrival.

While overjoyed to see her mother’s recovery, their play was often more disruptive to her chores than helpful. They left toys scattered across the household and Anne spent more time scrubbing crayons from the walls than she would have liked. It gradually became more chaotic and more uncivilised.

Their playful laughter and shrieks persisted past sleeping hours and Anne had been forced out of bed to install a curfew that had never before been necessary. This had unfortunately only led to pouting before erupting into a hemorrhage-inducing tantrum.

“Just leave them alone,” said Gavin, shaking his head dotingly, as though the situation was comparable to a misbehaving puppy. “They’ll tire themselves out.”

However, the problems persisted. They played with their food at meals and all the grace and elegance Julianne had previously been known for seemed like a lie; soup dribbled down her chin as she appeared undecided between eating and chattering and she left meals in a daze with food smeared across her face, making no attempt to clean herself up before resuming their play.

By comparison, Wren seemed perpetually untainted. No matter how much food and grime attached to her body, her demeanour never changed. She remained forever cheerful and impish; her chiming laughter never stopped and the golden halo surrounding her body never dimmed. Yet it was almost as though she were draining Julianne.

The last straw came on the day Gavin returned home with a heavy, sullen cloud drifting over his head. He dragged his feet across the room as though his heart was a ball chained to his ankle.

“I got laid off…” he muttered.

Anne tried to cheer him up, but before long, he had joined in on the childish play and silly laughter of his wife and the fairy.

“Hold on, we need to talk about your job!” cried Anne, panicking at the thought of no income.

The three froze and turned their gaze on her.

“Are you trying to interrupt us from having fun?” asked Wren, her smile dripping away like toxic.

“, I just…” stammered Anne.

“Get out.”


“I said, get out!”

“Get out!” chanted Julianne before Gavin followed. For the first time, Anne looked pleadingly into their eyes and recoiled to find hollow, dark pits like yawning caverns. “Get out! Don’t interrupt our fun!”

Terrified, Anne fled into the garden and squatted in a bed of flowers. For hours, she sat in trembling silence as deranged, senseless, psychotic laughter rose from within her home. She could distinctly make out Wren’s excited chimes and the chorus her mother sang while her father clapped two pans together like cymbals.

“They’re insane,” she whimpered into her knees.

As the night got darker, trickles of rain began to fall, but Anne couldn’t bring herself to wander back until the house fell silent. Dripping and shivering from both cold and confused fear, Anne dragged her thin body out of the garden bed to find the little fairy hovering in front of her with a pearly-white smile plastered across her rosy cheeks. When had she had the time to repair her wings?

“Suzie, where did you go?” she asked, tilting her head to the side sweetly. “I missed you. I wanted to play with you.”

The rain thundered down heavier, yet it seemed as though even the heavens refused to blemish her. In contrast, Anne’s teeth chattered violently and she wrapped her arms tightly around her body like an indignant rodent.

“What did you do to my family?” asked Anne, ignoring Wren’s nonsensical words. “You changed them! You made them insane! Did you cast a spell on them?! Are you a witch?!”

“A witch?” repeated Wren, her brows curving as though in concern. “Suzie, you aren’t making any sense!”

“It’s Anne, she snapped. “It’s the name my mother and I share! Don’t call me Suzie!”

Wren paused, as though deliberating. “But I like Suzie.”

It was as though something inside of her cracked violently. “I don’t care what you like! I want my family back! You ruined my family, monster!”

“Monster?” gaped Wren, her body jolting as though in shock, before breaking out into the most beautiful, manic and heinous laugh Anne had ever bore witness to. “That’s right! Thank you for reminding me, Suzie. I’m a little monster.

She fell into another fit of laughter and it was as much as monstrous as it was charming and was completely captivating in its allurement.

“I don’t...understand,” said Anne, completely unrealising her trembling had stopped.

“I remember where I come from,” explained Wren patiently. “I have to go back.”

“Go...back?” asked Anne and her body jerked as though she were waking from a dream. “No! You can’t!”

“Why?” asked Wren, suddenly incredulous.

“My-My family needs you!” she stammered, stopping for not even a second to consider her rising rambling. All she could feel was an overwhelming panic lifting from her stomach. “Mother only just recovered from Sara’s death and father just got laid off. We need you!”

“Hmm…” said Wren, tapping a finger to her chin. “Okay, I understand.”

“You do?” asked Anne, her shoulders sinking with relief. “Oh, Wren, thank you!”

“That’s okay! I’ve actually started to like you quite a lot, Suzie!” said Wren, spreading another beautifully enchanting smile across her face.

She then spun around and swung her arms up. Suddenly, her limbs enlarged and stretch up towards the pouring clouds. Eyes wide with confusion, Anne could only watched as her giant hands clapped over her head. Grunting with exertion, Wren then brought her hands down like an axe, crushing the homely cottage skirting the peaceful town under her giant fists.

Anne screamed.

She dropped to her knees.

She screamed again, but no sound came out.

“There! Now, can I leave?” asked Wren, gazing down at Anne with her captivating and cheeky smile.

Her hands had returned back to their original size and she clasped them behind her back. Anne stared almost unseeingly at the ruined, wooden boards of her home. She could see a thin, delicate arm protruding from the debris with its hand dangling like a broken sign from its broken wrist.

“I-I-I,” stammered Anne.


Anne glanced slowly up at Wren and froze in horror at what she saw. She saw the tiny fairy, her wet locks somehow strewn neatly across her face; she saw her beautiful, wide smile brighter and whiter than a crescent moon; and she saw her eyes. Her hazel eyes were like spirals drawing her closer, hypnotising in a manner Anne felt as though...she could come to like Suzie after all.

“What about me?” she asked, finally finding her voice.

“You?” gasped Wren, as though suddenly remembering and she recoiled in dismay. “Oh! Of course! I really like you, so I’ll give you something extra special!”

Wren swooped down and stopped just an arms length away from her. Pulling her elbow back, she tensed her hand into a claw before striking forward. Long, thin, needle-like tendrils shot out from her fingertips and stabbed directly into the girl’s chest.

Suzie felt as though she were choking and immediately fell onto her hands as Wren retracted her hand. A burning pain coursed through her body and with eyes wide, she noticed locks of her black hair falling in tufts to the ground.

Raising a trembling hand, Suzie cautiously swept her hand over her scalp, feeling more locks pulling away from her head. She glanced at the fallen locks and saw silver mixed in with the black. Crawling forward in a frenzy, Suzie felt as though her bones were creaking like an old willow tree. She found a shard from a broken window and raised it to her face, recoiling to see a withered, haggard face of an elderly woman staring back at her.

“Wren...w-what did you do to me?” she gasped, staring fearfully at her reflection.

When no answer came, she swung around to find the fairy had already disappeared into the lightning struck skies.

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Castor O. Nox

Castor O. Nox


Name : Castor O. Nox
Epithet : Sanpaku
Age : 24
Race : Three-Eye Tribesman
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Crew : Nox Pirates
Ship : The Wailing Calamity
Crew Position : Captain | Navigator | Book Collector
Devil Fruit : Goro Goro no Mi
Haki Specialization : Busoshoku
Haki Level : 6
Attack (ATK) : 400
Defense (DEF) : 200
Reflex (RX) : 420
Willpower (WP) : 370
Level : 57
Experience Points : 5756
Bounty : 270,000,000
Berries : 37,893,750‬
Posts : 252

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Jack O’ Lanterns filled the streets of Hibiscus Town, as the country folk ready for the age-old festival of the dead. City dwellers found this practice blasphemy, pagan even, but those who lived on the outskirts of the Five Shields in the smaller villages, allowed their children to roam from Town to Town, collecting sugary edibles.

The mapped out course was simple really, Hibiscus Town to Dandelion and Rose being the last stop. Along the lit paths, several spooks and ghouls waited in prey, the only object of their hunts were screams and tears from the candy marauders. It’d been ten days since Castor had arrived on Lvneel, illegally of course. Trouble, an old friend that never seemed to leave him alone came to pay a visit.

The long and short version of tale begins with Newport inviting a local coven of witches abroad their small Freedom vessel for night-time 'adult' entertainment. A couple spiked punches later, the duo awoke stripped down to their undergarments and supplies raided from cupboard to cupboard. Which Castor would have laughed off generally hadn’t been  for two things:

One, Iris and Summer Rain, his weapons was stolen among the witches loot. Two, Castor and Newport were now visibly and physically seven years old. Waking up in a groggy haze, it took the duo awhile to realize what exactly had happened but once the truth sunk in, Castor resorted to a calm anger whereas Newport… He didn’t take this too well.

“Holy shit!”
Newport exclaimed, pausing any further speech after recognizing that his voice had dropped several octaves. He’d sound more like a seven-year old girl than boy honestly.

“Ah… Well this is… unfortunate.” Castor declared, nodding his head in agreement to his own estimate of situation. Pushing Castor on the ground and strangling him, “Unfortunate! Listen to me you little shit! I sound like my ten-year old daughter!” Newport barked. “Eh… You have kids?!” Castor responded, truly astonished by the revelation.

Electrocuting his helmsman, resulting in him freeing the grip on his neck, Castor hopped back to his feet, stumbling to peer over the side of the boat. Gawking at his reflection in the water. “Seems like my Devil Fruit abilities are still useable.” Sensing a looming threat, Castor’s stare shifted towards the skies. The sight before him was a woman dressed in all black robe’s and a matching wizard’s hat, seemingly hovering on a broomstick.

“Can’t get anymore cliché than this.” Castor stated sighing, bending his knees before launching off into the sky. “Seems my power and speed are still the same too.” Castor thought to himself, as he’d glide like a rocket towards the witches post. Latching on the broom stick, swinging back and forth like a small child on the jungle-gym, the woman exclaimed a loud ‘Gah!’ noise, as her eyes seemingly popped out of her sockets.

Wearing a grotesque green ghoulish mask, the woman’s hover began to wobble from side to side, caught off guard as she didn’t even see the man’s ascent to her place. The two went plummeting into the sea water below, the strange woman clutching to Castor for dear life. Now usually, the solution to situations like this would be to electrocute the woman and fly away? Like any murderer would right?

However, the woman wore a pendant on her neck that carried… Seastone as it’s main center piece.

Castor experiencing this drain of energy for the first time couldn’t escape. Newport watched as the duo nose-dived into the ocean, a couple of meters off swimming distance from the vessel. “You’ve got to be shitting me!” Newport exclaimed, lunging in the water his newly obtained childish figure. Fishing the hammer and the natural-born sinker, Newport plopped the two personages on the deck, both of them beginning to flop like fishes out of water.

Spewing water from his mouth like a fountain, Castor quickly regained his composure signaling for Newport to surround the woman in an intimidating manner. Though, with their new height and age, it’d just look like two toddlers pouting about their spilled juice. Heart beating in glee, the woman lunged towards the two, wrapping her arms around Castor and Newport. Leaving a small token of herself on their skins, a tattoo that was not visible to that of the human eye.

“SO CUTE!” the witch shouted.

“Eh.” Castor exclaimed.

“Rululululu… I could just eat you both up! You’re so adorable!” the witch exclaimed rubbing her cheeks against their own, as a child would straddle a stuffed animal.

“Eh.” Newport exclaimed.

Both children now visibly pissed, Castor electrocuted her on the abdomen and Newport grabbed the woman by her ankle, dragging her towards the edge of boat.

“W-Wait! What are ya’ll doing?! Stop! I was just admiring how cute you are.” The witch announced frantically.

“How long does it take for a human to drown?”
Castor inquired.

“If ya shock her while I hold er’ down… No less than ten seconds.” Newport retorted.

Tears streaming from the woman’s eyes, “W-What drown?! PLEASE. I CAN’T SWIM. I’LL TELL YA WHY YOU GOT TURNED INTO KIDS! JUST DON’T TOSS ME IN AGAIN! MY MAKE-UPS ALREADY RUINED-DESU!”  the witch shouted.

Releasing his grip on the woman’s ankle, her body made an audible plop, making a ripple on the ocean’s surface. Looking at each other nervously, Newport hopped into save her once again.

“Rude! All of you human men are the same!” she exclaimed crying.

Shooting a hole through the deck of ship to silence the woman’s childish mannerisms, “Stop it.” Castor declared, growing tired of the loud woman. As the mask she wore dropped off, beneath it was a beautiful woman around 5’3 in height and styling a head of shoulder length royal purple hair. Sniffling, “It was my sisters from the coven. Our Senor Sister Valencia possesses the ability of a Devil within her. She can change the age of anyone she comes into contact with!” the witch announced, wiping away her snot with her robe’s sleeve.

“Fantastic. Witches. More like bit-“ Newport exclaimed sarcastically, interrupted by Castor’s subtle cough.

Walking over to the witch, extending his index finger, Castor pressed it against the woman’s forehead. “Unfortunately for your coven… You robbed the wrong guys. What’s your name” Castor inquired calmly, in an eerie manner. “Jessie. Jessie Salem.” Jess declared as she continued to sniffle.

Smirking smugly, “Alright Jessie. As of today I'm hiring you for the job of traitor. The role entails you leading us to the witches coven and showing us who this Valencia is. Do you understand your role, Roger?” Castor declared, changing his speaking style to that of what a drill sergeant in the Army would sound like.

“Yes Sir!” Jessie shouted immediately, getting caught up in the pace of Castor’s theatrics. “Wait whose Roger?” Jessie chimed in seconds later. “The King of The Pi” Castor declared, this time it was  Newport that interrupted Castor. “What’s the plan then Capt’?” Newport inquired, speaking more quickly due to being self-conscious about the pitch of his own voice. “Well. First… Get some clothes. Then. Go trick or treating at the witches house.” Castor stated grinning.

With introductions covered, Jessie, Newport and Castor flew above the forest terrain, making their way towards Hibiscus Town. Before the Nox Pirates destroyed the town, it was known as a port city, flourishing with life and crops of different kinds in abundance.

At least that was the story on paper, the festival the exception, the people of Hibiscus Town were subject to random experiments and forced to spend hours in the Grind House, turning a metallic notch for at least ten hours every day. These Grind Houses were plenty and spanned throughout the village.

Usually operating as the HQ for laborers to collect their duties for the day, today, they doubled as Candy Stands for the children of Hibiscus Town. Landing in the center of the village, the spectacle of the two half-naked children and the teenage woman drew attention from the villagers.

“W-Why are those poor children naked?!” one of the mothers exclaimed, blocking the eyes of her own child, who mischievously tried to peep through the cracks in his mama’s hand.

“Maybe she was too poor to afford costumes for them… and they’re wearing lion cloths. How embarrassing.”
Another mother chimed in.

Picking up the murmurs due to his Logia’s Electro Radio, Castor could hear the sounds of even nearby seagulls for up to several meters. Trying not to waste time slaying the annoying cockroaches, Castor peered around the square, looking for a family of three that dressed in three costumes that caught Castor’s eye. A Zombie, A Vampire and A Nun. Smiling broadly, the lion cloth wearing shrimp would flicker before the family, “Strip. I’ll be taking those costumes.” Castor demanded, nodding to himself in approval. “Now now… That’s not something you just demand of others little boy.” The Mother of the lot exclaimed sternly.

Sighing, “I don’t wanna get blood on the costumes. Take this as an act of mercy.” Castor exclaimed once more. Activating his Conqueror’s Haki, rendering everyone in the square unconscious except for Newport and Jessie. As soon as the child plopped to the ground, Castor began to strip the zombie outfit off the unconscious youth.

Judging the man-child as they looked on, Castor began to dress in the zombie outfit, stealing the child’s red jacket, bandages and white highlights he’d wore in his hair. Even going as far as stripping the child of his eye contacts, Castor assumed his newest costume.

“Damn. That’s fucking cold Capt’. Robbing a brat… That’s a new low for even you.” Newport exclaimed chuckling, as he’d walk over to steal the Vampire Costume for his own.

“A-A-Are these people dead?! D-Did you kill all of them? How?!” Jessie shouted, stammering her words petrified at the man’s display of power.

“She was the only one in this square that had Jessie’s body proportions. Travelling will go much easier if we blend in.”
Castor retorted.

Even more flustered, “M-My what?! How do you know what my size is?” Jessie exclaimed.

“My Sixth Sense is pretty sharp. Simple measurements are able to use with the right observation.”
Castor declared confidently, nodding to himself in approval.

“Pervert.” Jessie declared with a blank expression.

Finishing dress, “Pervert. Hmm. Never heard that word before? What is it, candy or something?” Castor inquired generally clueless.

“Pwahaha… It’s no use Jess. He’s hopeless. This kid’s a living encyclopedia but if he deems a word or term useless, he won’t remember it. I’ve been trying to teach him about the romances of a man but he won’t even budge.” Newport declared after bursting into laughter.

“Hurry up and get dressed Jessie. The more time we waste here… The more attention we’ll drum up from the local authorities.”
Castor stated.

Breaking into a mild laugh herself, she’d walk over, beginning to strip as she’d approach the duo. Wearing nothing but her lingerie, the woman began to strip the mother of her clothes as well.

“They are no authorities in these parts now that Stain’s in charge.” Jessie said harshly, almost in disdain for the man’s name.

“Stain? Why does that sound so familiar?” Castor pondered to himself as he’d adjust last elements of his costume.

“What do you mean? I know that Lvneel doesn’t usually send Knights so far out but usually even the boonies get at least one squad.”Newport chimed in.

“The villages were about to go through are all just slave camps for Lvneel’s Underworld. It’s why us with Viking heritage don’t dare step into the mainland and live on the land allotted to us by the King. Stain is the name given to the Celestial Dragon's aide who ‘blessed’ these lands. Rumor says he’s actually a Knight from one of Lvneel’s prestigious families.” Jessie explained.

Castor and Newport chose not to continue the conversation, for a while, until they were all fully dressed, the trio put on their costumes in silence. Going from house to house in Hibiscus Village, repeating the same process in Dandelion and Rose, the trio collected Candy to their heart's content. Newport tried to swindle the older gents into giving him Sake and Rum instead but with his new impairment, the odds weren’t swinging in his favor.

Jessie truly assumed a motherly role, politely knocking on each household they visited while Castor and Newport rudely demanded candy and booze. The trio looted each stop and trekked through the forest earnestly to every village in search of adventure. Finally, at the base of Rose Town, a mountain range blocked off by several barricades and plastered with a multitude of warning signs all bearing the same caution.


“It’s not too late to turn away. You have youth on your side… You two can start a new life. Mistress Valencia is a crude one. She boils children in blackened cauldron pots and skins traitors alive. Sings songs of stealing the souls of men and dances to the sound of her victims screeches. If I pass this barricade as your guide, we’ll all be doomed.” Jessie stated.

“The moment you accepted the job of being my guide. I planned on sparing your life.” Castor declared. “An eye for eye. A tooth for a tooth. To steal from me enacts this law, the choice is still yours Jessie. If you wish to die with your fellow coven members, I shall not stop you.” Castor stated sternly.

“Your crazy! Both of you! She’s not human that woman! Don’t you have any concern for human life?! You’re going to wipe them all out just because they stole from you?! Isn’t that overkill? Where’s the morality in that?” Jessie barked at the top of her lungs before running out of the breath near the end of her sentence.

“When a thunderstorm destroys a whole village, do the people not acknowledge it as a ‘Natural Disaster’. That’s all I am. Nothing more and nothing less.”
Castor responded in a calm way.

“Valencia… Castor… You’re both the same. Lashing out against others to mask your own pain! They’ll be a point of no redemption one day. Just like with Black Magic… Once you cross the line into certain arts… It stains you. There’s no return. Can you bear that sin?” Jessie inquired.

“I am sin. All of the Nox Pirates will be. A group of outcasts who became this way because of the world. We are the definition of natural selection. We are the products of humanities short-comings. You ask me if I can bare that sin… My back’s already carrying that and more. I’ll ask you one last time Jessie. Do you want to live?” Castor inquired.

Breaking down into tears, pausing a bit, biting at her lip until blood was visibly seen.

“Yes.” Jessie said, in between sniffling.

Resting his hand on Jessie’s lower back, “Good. It’s okay to want to survive.” Castor declared before knocking the woman out with Haoshoku Haki. Turning to Newport, who’d had weapons stashed among the cart full of candy the brats had amassed.

“It’s time Newport. I can feel Summer Rain’s presence. Shall we go loot the Witches?” Castor declared.

“Let’s not kill the entire coven. This Valencia broad seems like the problem. Go cut off her head. Make me a hero so I can bed some witches tonight!” Newport shouted, digging through the candy piles to toss Castor a katana.  

Jetting up the mountain side in his ethereal form, Castor stumbled across a cavern's entrance. Flickering onwards through it’s entrance, the man was met by two witches, dressed in all black robes, similar attire to Jessie’s own.

“Hmm… What was that song Newport used to sing all the time… I feel like hearing it.” Castor murmured to himself.

The witches on guard approached the child with a creepy stumble, smirks displaying their wicked intent before even a single word could be uttered. Finally overcoming the mental block, Castor grinned at this revelation. Looking up, hovering over him at his former height, the child began to sing the merry tune.

“Yohoho… Yohoho….” Castor sung, drawing the katana from it’s sleeve, as his usually strange angelic voice filled the space. The one night stand of a blade responded to her prepubescent lover’s touch with sensational results. Her pleasure in entering into a lover affair with such an experienced partner permitted the man’s first stroke to cause the witches’ innards to cascade to the floor.

Their eyes losing the former vigor of a predator and inheriting the demeanor of a prey. The last words and tune they’d hear before their death, wasn’t an explanation of why such an injustice had been dealt towards them but an old sailors tune acting as requiem for their souls.

“Going to deliver Bink’s Sake. Following the sea breeze. Riding on the waves!” the infant imp exclaimed in song.

As the witches blood covered the infants face, the song took on a new context. The face paint was ritualistic, it set the pace for the theatrical movements that followed. Dashing through the cavern, his tiny feet seemingly hovering over the rocky terrain, a pack of witches heard the cries of their sisters and ran to their aid. Sadly, the fate that awaited them was just as grim.

Sailing along through the witches hive, his Sixth sense zeroed in on Summer Rain’s aura, the navigational system guided Castor’s path to his muse’s position. Untouched would be those who didn’t cross his path towards Valencia.

Upon arrival, the sailor’s tune rattled along the passageways until Castor stumbled upon a vast open area. Plateau above the ground, succeeded by a series of steps, sat the Mother of all Witches, Valencia. The room contained several cauldrons, hanging from the ceiling by the thinnest of strings.

A fruity scent proceeded the room but once in the heart of the Witches layer, it’s intensity would force most sane men to cover their nose. However, as the Queen spoke, Castor continued sing along to the nostalgic tune.

“The last time a male presented himself willingly before my presence was to declare their love for my beauty! Yet. I don’t get that this is the reason for your rude self invitation.”
Valencia stated in a calm authoritative manner.

“Farewell to the harbor, To my old hometown. Lets all sing out with a Don! As the ship sets sail”
Castor continued to sing.

Annoyed, as the woman’s words were left on seemingly deaf ears, the witch clapped her hands, and the area started to become occupied by spiders as far as the eyes could see. Regardless, even the intimidating creepy crawlies didn’t cease the man’s melodic breaths.

“If you lose your nerve this breath could be your last but if you just hold on, The morning sun will rise!”
Castor sung.

It’d happen in an instant. The Conqueror’s call brought every being in the room, even the Queen herself on the floor, gutted towards the ground. For the first time in life, the High Priestess memories flashed before her eyes. The first man she’d even bewitched, her first kiss, her first kill and a company of other memories flooded her dome.

At her throne side, propped against the wall were Iris and Summer Rain. Discarding the jezebel blade, Castor reunited with his true love. With one step, almost like a flicker of lightning in a stormy sky, the distance between himself in the Queen became mere happenstance. The look in his eyes as the blade’s glare displayed his reflection with a illuminant tint, brought a genuine joy to the pirate’s face.

Resting the tip of the blade inches before the nape of the woman’s neck, Castor singing continued at a steady rhythm.

“Yohohoho… Yohohoho… Yohohoho… Yohohoho”

Suddenly memories of last night came back to the woman as she’d peer sky bound towards the infants face.

“Y-You’re one of the pirates we robbed last night. Is revenge your goal?! You have your possessions mortal! Leave before I hex you!”
Valencia shouted, as the fear consumed her, it had stripped away the earlier elegant way of how she previously spoke.

However, once again, Castor refused to respond, he’d only continue to sing.

“Cease that God awful tune this instant boy!” the Queen shouted in panic.

Instantly, the silence she’d requested fell upon her. The room was no longer filled with a pirate’s tune or even new commentary from the priestesses predator. A dead silence, if one listened closely enough, even the moonlight seemed to have it’s own tone, surely the crickets did, as their sound added white noise to the voiceless room.

As expected, Castor hadn’t paused his actions at the Queen’s response, singing was a way for him to think about topics he’d been lost on. Oh yes, but in this moment, the solution became clear as day. Lunging towards the ceiling, the man severed the spider’s string, liberating the metal pot from it’s restraints.

A loud ‘Don’ sound travelled throughout the room, as the pot’s crash landing left a noticeable crater behind it’s weight. Manifesting his presence by the woman who’d still be firmly propped against the ground, Castor shot off his finger in a lightning bolt format towards the woman’s spine. The shock was enough to paralyze her from the shoulder down but murder wasn’t his intention yet.

Continuing his tune once again, Castor jolted over to the pot, tossing the limp woman into it. Pillaging the room, he’d fine a variety of potions and herbs, which without any scientific reasoning, he’d add haphazardly to it’s contents to the cauldron. Once she’d be bathing in a small bath tub worth of her own concoctions, Castor rest his hand on the pots onion bulb shell.

The witches from across the base rushed towards the Queen’s room after hearing her cries. The once fruity scent masked with a fatty odor, a kind of stench that one would expect if rot and decay had a definitive fragrance. As they stormed the room, the witches stew was already underway. Reverting back to his human form, the man uttered the final words of the sailor’s tune.

"Doesn't matter who you are, Someday you'll just be bones. Never-Ending, Ever-wandering, Our funny Traveling tale!” Castor concluded with gusto.

Thirty minutes before this incident, and five minutes after Castor dashed off to raid the Witch’s Coven – a trick finally bore it’s treat. Newport dug around the candy pile to show his pipe, igniting the pipe’s bowl which was chock filled with fresh tobacco. Taking his first puffs, the infant would turn his attention towards the ‘unconscious’ Jessie. Asserting his weapon of choice against the woman’s head, the barrel of his newly stolen pistol’s cold steel kissed the woman’s cranium gently.

“He’s still wet behind the ears but the moment you resisted his Conqueror’s Haki. I knew.”
Newport declared.

“Ah. I thought I put on such a good showing too. Rulululu” the woman declared with a face full of mud before after breaking out into a crazed laughter.

A powerful breeze kicked up, brushing into the wind the awkward falling leaves that looked like rose petals from the nearby forest life. Lunging at Newport, the woman pulled out the man’s pipe, disarmed him of his gun and pressed her lips against his own, entering into an overly intimate kiss. Breaking away for breath, at that moment, the infant’s body began to revert to it’s casual age and size. Newport was a man once more, and the spirit of the season was as mischievous as usual.

Paralyzed from her poisonous lipstick, Newport was frozen in his tracts. The invisible tattoo on his back disappeared.

“Once he kills Valencia, my blood magic will revert Castor back to his original age and strength. It’s against the Witches Order for one witch to kill another with her own hands. The famed Nox Pirates appeared and made my time of waiting come to an end!

I really am grateful to you two. My favorite part of the season was always the tricks… not the treats.”
Jessie explained grinning broadly.

Summoning her broom with a whistle, the witch hopped aboard and flew off into the sky. Basking in the moonlight, the woman looked down on the scene she’d orchestrated.

“Happy Halloween Mama. I hope you enjoyed my little show for you tonight. I guess it’s too late to ask you – but nonetheless. Trick or Treat. I'm really going to miss those boys.” Jessie declared, winking mischievously.

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Noel B. Babs

Noel B. Babs


Name : Noel B. Babs
Epithet : Buster Babs
Age : 17
Race : Mink
Faction : Pirate
Devil Fruit : Gomu Gomu no Mi
Haki Level : 0
Attack (ATK) : 120
Defense (DEF) : 80
Reflex (RX) : 145
Willpower (WP) : 70
Level : 10
Experience Points : 1000
Berries : 16,550,000
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Posts : 51

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Night had fallen upon the island of Black Drum yet the city was lively. This was due to an annual festival held here once every year at the dead of night. It was a holiday dedicated to the belief of ghouls, monsters and things that go bump in the night. It was also a way to respect the deceased. Everywhere was dimly lit by candles, areas decorated with pumpkins that have scary faces carved into them. Scarecrows which were usually used for farms were now among the decorations with much more twisted, and eerie appearances to them. People were of course out and about wearing creepy costumes, some more bizarre than others. Children ran about, playing, and even pulling pranks on others while some of the adults worked at stands, selling various spooky merchandise and treats.

One of the people who was working a stand was Noel dressed in a purple witch outfit. Her gloved hands lay clasped together on the surface of the stand as she sat behind it, her eyes mysteriously being covered by the edge of her witch hat while her face wore an expression equally as unsettling and mysterious. What was the little rabbit plotting!? Unfortunately, it appears that some unsuspecting children were going to find out….

Three kids who were snickering among themselves walked up to the stand. One was a girl dressed as a werewolf, the other a boy poorly wrapped in toilet paper like a mummy, and another boy dressed like a vampire with little cardboard bat wings on his shoulders. The children stopped their snickering and looked up at the rabbit mink who still didn’t utter a word or shift from her position. ”Um, he-hello?”  The mummy kid said hesitantly. response.

”Maybe she’s dead.” The wolf girl said with a whisper. This prompted the vampire boy to quietly walk up closer to the stand as the other two hid behind him. He stared at the woman for a few seconds before crouching down to take out something from a bag he had with him. It was a water balloon. The vamp kid bounced it in his hand for a bit before throwing it straight at the woman’s face where it busted open upon impact, splashing her with water! ”Ack!!” Noel screeched as she fell rear first onto the ground. Turns out she was just sleeping the whole time…

”Who the, what the, where th-” Noel immediately got back up with mallet now in hand as she looked around frantically for her assaulter. She’d stop the moment she heard the kids snickering at her. Oi! Can’t a rabbit nap in piece around he-er I mean….” Without much warning, Noel jumped on to the surface of her stand before gesturing at the sign with her extended hands thanks to her devil fruit. ”WELCOME ONE AND ALL TA NOEL’S SPOOOOOOKY SHOP OF UNSPEAKABLE HORRROOOORRRSSS” Noel shouted with a wink and a grin as she wiggled her arms before retracting them to their normal length.

The mink’s shouting caught the attention of some passerbys, but they didn’t stick around for too long. The three children did not seem to be too intrigued by Noel’s little display neither. The mink’s grin slowly faded, and she stretched her neck and head out towards the kids, placing a hand under her chin. ”Hmmm, not impressed I see.” She then retracted her head and bounced down behind the stand where she started to rummage for some things. The mummy and werewolf kids looked at each other confusingly while the vampire boy yawned. ”Ta Daaa!” Noel placed a couple of objects onto the stand which the kids moved in closer to get a better look at. ”What are these?” The mummy asked leading Noel to grin. ”Why these are some of the most spookiest things you’ll ever find across the seas!” ”Just looks like junk to me.” The vampire kid added, much to Noel’s annoyance. ”Junk….JUNK!? I’ll have ya know that this is an actual severed hand from a rotting corpse!” Noel claimed as she picked up said hand. ”Looks plastic to me…” ”What about….THIS JAR OF ACTUAL HUMAN EYEBALLS?” Noel tossed the hand to the side and held up this jar, extending it out to give the kids a closer look. The vamp child rolled his eyes before slapping it out of Noel’s hand, causing the jar to shatter. ”Fake.”

Noel started gritting her teeth before showing the kid even more stuff. ”Well what abou-” ”Nope.” ”How abo-” ”Seen it.” ”Oh, but you haven’t seen thi-” ”Yawn.” At this point Noel’s eye twitched before raising up her final item...a frankenstein-esque den den mushi.


”This lady’s a quack.” the vamp kid said to his friends who then started to laugh. Noel then chucked the den den mushi somewhere and grabbed her hammer. ”OH I’LL SHOW YA WHO’S A QUACK, YA LITTLE SHI-” The rabbit mink quickly stopped herself, placing the mallet behind her back as she gave a forced grin. ”I mean...what do you kids think is scary then?” The mummy and werewolf kids looked at each other before the wolf girl responded. ”Ermm, we don’t really care about scary stuff. We just like pulling pranks.” ”Uh huh, and what better time than to do it during the Festival of Frights!!” the mummy added while the vampire gave an approving nod. This caused Noel to chuckle lightly before bouncing off of her stand. ”Ohhhhhhhh a couple a jokstas I see. Well then how’s about I show ya the work of a true pro?” Noel then pointed at herself with her thumb and winked. The kids all looked at each other before the mummy genuinely asked, ”You know someone!?” causing Noel to “deflate” disappointingly.

The mischievous children now accompanied by Noel were now on a pranking spree, something that was rarely seen during a festival meant for monsters, and scares! Who would have the audacity to play tricks on this night!? They went from doing Noel’s most classic pranks of shocking people with joybuzzers since she could no longer use her electro, sneakingly placing whoopie cushions  on to chairs and benches to more hardcore pranks from the three youths that involved egging people’s houses, and places of business, throwing toilet paper everywhere to even leaving banana peels on the ground that were colored to match the surface. These “little” pranks went on until the four troublemakers were run out of town, leading them to the outskirts of the island.

Noel, and the three spooky costumed children finally stopped running to catch their breathes. ” they given up.” Noel claimed, referring to the angry mob that was pursuing them. ”Y-yeah.” ”Mhhmm…” The vampire dressed kid didn’t say a word, he appeared to have been distracted by something. The other two kids went up to him to see what was up before they ended up looking in the same direction as him with shock in their eyes. ”You brats feelin okay?” Noel asked before stretching her legs over to get closer to them. The vampire kid then pointed in the direction of where they were looking. Noel looked up, and her mouth gaped wide open at the sight of an….


”Aww man...Of all the places to run to, w-why did we have to end up here” The mummy kid gulped while the werewolf girl shook her head. ”Isn’t that place rumored to be...haunted?” ”By the Old Hag of Black Drum…y-yeah.” The vampire kid then turned around and gave his two friends a sinister grin, made even scarier by his fake fangs. ”I dare one of you to go inside.”  the vamp kid said, causing the other two to shout a collective “WHHHHHAAAATTTT!?” which snapped Noel out of her little trance. ”Come on you big babies. That haunting stuff is just an urban legend anyway.” the vampire kid claimed, waving his hand dismissively. ”N-no way I’m going in there!” the mummy kid shouted. Noel just stood there and snickered lightly at the three bickering. ”Wh-why can’t you do it?” The wolf girl frantically asked the vampire. ”Cuz I’m in charge, and you two have to do what I say.” he replied with a smug expression on his face. ”Plus, I heard it’s really dusty in there, and I don’t care about that secret stash of carrots the old hag apparently kept in there…” the boy added, immediately catching the witch dressed mink’s attention.

”Wait wait…did you say….” Noel stretched one of her arms out towards the vampire kid and wrapped it around his shoulders before retracting her arm, pulling him in a bit, and whispered, ”....carrots?” The vamp gave Noel a plain nod before lifting her arm up from around him. Noel jumped with joy as she started to march on over to the mansion. ”I’ll give it a try! It’s just as the kid said, nooooo ghosts!” Noel claimed with a confident grin before stepping up to the porch. The three children then looked to each other, their expressions of worry, and fear being turned into mischievous snickering.

Noel slowly opened the old looking door, creaking with every little push. The mink took her first step in the dark looking house which was dimly lit by the moonlight outside. ”Hmmm…” Noel took a few more steps in before looking around which appeared to be a large living room like area with old beat up furniture. The mink placed her hands on her hips before claiming, ”Nyeheh, this ain’t so bad…”

As if the house heard her, the door behind her slammed shut!

The rabbit mink jumped up a bit in response and turned around to look at the shut door. ”Eh...just the wind.” Noel sighed before marching forth, her shoes squeaking with every step and the floor creepily creaking as well. Everything seemed relatively calm in this supposedly haunted house. Noel had no problems crossing the living room area, even deciding to jump around on one of the old dusty couches for a bit before it broke down. She then found herself in the abandoned dining area where there was a very long dining table witch maybe around seven to nine worn out chairs placed on both sides. Noel walked up to the table to see that there was a single fancy looking covered dish placed on the middle of the table. ”Carrots…?” Noel slowly placed her hand onto the handle, and lifted the top off revealing not carrots, but a swarm of spiders that immediately rushed out in different directions, causing Noel to bounce back in fear and land on her back. ”Eeck!” Noel managed to lift herself back up to look at the plate. The mink’s disgusted face grew pale as she saw… a severed hand pointing right at her!! Noel immediately stretched herself from out of the dining room, breathing heavily.

Noel found herself back in the living room...which now had a trail of a strange red liquid that looks awfully like blood! The mink stared at it, at a loss for words. Her heart began to jump even more, and at the corner of her eyes, she noticed stairs, but what really caught the rabbit’s attention was a mysterious light flashing up there with faint whispers. Noel stared in that direction for a bit before gulping, and shook her head. ”Cmon Noel! Ain’t nothin stoppin ya from gettin those carrots!” she claimed, pulling her mallet from behind her back and clenching it with both hands before slowly climbing up the stairs. Each step taken caused a creak which didn’t help Noel at all with her nerves. Finally, Noel made it up the long stairway. At the end of the hallway, there was an open room where this light source was coming from. The rabbit looked left and right at the closed doors before setting her gaze at the room at the end of the hall. It was a bathroom from the looks of it. Noel peeked her head in, and saw that the light was coming from the bathtub which was covered by shower curtains. Slowly, Noel opened the curtain and was immediately jumpscared by a small illuminating ghostly figure hidden under a white blanket.

Noel screamed at the top of her lungs and rushed out of the bathroom, closing it in the process. She was about to head down the stairs until she noticed a similar figure waiting for her at the bottom. ”Nope Nope Nope!” Noel ran back into the hall and went into one of the other rooms, a master bedroom. Noel closed, and locked the door before running up to the dresser, dropping her mallet and placing her hands onto the surface of the dresser while she catches her breath. The mink then looked up at her reflection in the cracked mirror, and watched as it slowly dissolved into an old hag like face that was decaying. It then screeched at Noel, causing her to scream in return as she picked up her mallet and smashed the mirror to pieces. ”That’s it!!!”

The rabbit, being fed up with this broke out of the room, and ran down the stairs, ready to fight the ghost downstairs with a combination of rage and fear. The moment she made it back down to the first level however, Noel noticed that the thing was gone. ”Eh...yeah that’s what I thought!!” Noel shouted with some uneasiness in her tone. Screw the carrots, Noel decided to make her way to the entrance. As soon as she opened the door however, Noel was greeted by three of those ghostly things. Noel let out yet another scream and crouched down with her back facing the figures and mallet over her head. ”Keep yer carrots! I don’t want em anymo-” The three “ghosts” then started to snicker which sounded awfully familiar. ”...Wait…” Noel raised her head and looked back at the them. The three figures stopped glowing and took the sheets off of them, revealing the culprits to be none other than those mischievous children!

”Ahahaha, should’ve seen the look on your face!” ”We got you good!!” ”S-sorry, but it was just too good to pass up!!” Noel’s dumbfounded and borderline teary face was then overshadowed by a more rage fueled expression. ”You….you….!!” Noel dropped her mallet and stretched her arms out at the children, wrapping them around the three before pushing them all together. ”W-wait, it was just a prank!” the mummy whined. ”Yeah, i-it was all his idea, I swear!” the werewolf girl claimed, pointing at the vampire who remained silent, and obviously afraid. ”Youuuuuuu reallllyyyyy…..” Noel then immediately retracted the three in for a hug. ” me there!” The mink laughed before booping the vampire kid’s nose shortly before he fainted from the fear he built up, causing the rabbit and other two kids to blink a few times.

The group was now leaving the mansion, the mummy and werewolf dressed children walking beside Noel and the vampire kid lying unconscious in the rabbit’s arms. ”So that hand was actually the one from my stand?” ”Yup! We managed to snag it before going on that pranking spree.” the wolf girl giggled. ”Yeah and we collected some spiders around the island.” the mummy kid added. ”Ah, and the blood?” The mummy boy lifted up a bucket of red food dye, and nodded in response. ”Oh, and creepy lights were just these.” the werewolf girl took out some flashlights and shined one to her face to make a sinister expression which led the other two to laugh. ”Man, I can’t believe ya little brats planned all of this from the get go. True pranksta prodigies.” Noel claimed with a nod. ”Oh but what I reaaaallllyy wanna know is how ya pulled off that mirror trick.”

The two children then looked at each other puzzlingly. ”Ummm, we didn’t do anything with mirrors.” Noel then looked at the children with an eyebrow raised. ”But...I saw some old hag in da bedroom mirror..” Noel claimed, causing the other two kids to look at eachother again before snickering. ”Maybe you were just so scared, that you imagined it? We didn’t do anything in the bedroom.” the wolf girl waved her hand dismissively. Noel then stopped in her tracks as the two kids continued to walk and chuckle.


Noel looked behind her, still able to see the house from a distance. There appeared to be a ghostly figure floating on the porch who appeared eldery. It gave a slow finger wave in the mink’s direction before dissolving into nothingness.

”....just imagined it….yup….”

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