[Lucid:]

Oh no, a story? D8
Night, you should write my story for me and I'll draw stuff for you. |D

[Nightmare]

I uh, has a problem with writing stories.
They come out like ... 6+ pages every time. xDDD
We had to write a story at school. It was supposed to be 2 pages
double spaced, mine turned out to be close to ten. ouo

BATTY, CAN I ASK QUESTIONS TO HELP MAKE MY STORY BETTER ? |D

[Batty]

None of them were directed at you, Nighty.
I just wanna stress to have fun, and not take it seriously. <3

AND OF COURSE YOU CAN HAS A QUESTION! <3

[Nightmare]

THEY SEEM LIKE IT THOUGH. ; A;

OKAY. 8D
- Is Batty afraid of ghosts ?
- Does Batty have a certain outfit that's fairly easy to describe I could use ?
- Does it need to be in July ? xD
I MIGHT ASK MORE. ouo

[Batty]

1. Batty LOVES Ghosts. xDD;
2. Uhm, I might. I wear pretty simple things. BUT YOU CAN TOTES DRESS ME UP.
3. Nope, it can be anytime, anywhere, anyplace. <3

[Nightmare]

LOL, your current isn't simple to describe. xDDDD
and alright. Batty can save me from ghosts.
Or other people I throw into the story. xD

[Batty]

Oh, I thought you meant real life. xDD;

Cause IRL, all I really wear are tanks, shorts, and jeans. Lmfao.
Avatar wise? Uh... uhm... they're .. all pretty complicated. Lmao.

[Nightmare]

What about favorite colors ? ouo
So I can make it work. xD

[Batty]

ORANGE, PURPLE, GREEN, AND BLACK.

[Serra Britt]

A story, and something artsy, huh? I'll have to see what I can come up with >.>;

I think I'd do better in a swimsuit contest overall :p

[Lucid:]

take a picture of yourself in a swimsuit and submit it as art? 8D

[Ashy]

drawing pictures of ashy will yield high results >.>

[Funkduder]

The real reason that the Funk choose Batty

There was a chill running down the spine of Funkduder. He had never seen this side of her before…. It terrified him, and increased his feelings for her as well.

The night was darker than black as Funkduder walked through the mist, attempting to reach the home of Batty, Queen of Midnight.
In order to continue participating in the contest for her hand, her favor, he needed to find her house without her guidance. It seemed to be a simple task to almost all of the newer suitors who, like him, had only known of Batty’s beauty for a little while.
Now none of them were with the contender as he walked forward through deep wilderness and mist.
“Perhaps they found a better way,” Funkduder thought aloud. “Have they found her house without me? Maybe they are all there without me…with her…”
Endless tormenting thoughts haunted him as he thought of what they could possibly be doing with her. He just wanted to be there her. Even if she allowed another to be there, he wanted to fulfill his word.
“I said I would reach for her hand.”
And so he drove forward, through the brush and mist, to reach for her hand.
When he found the house it did not seem to be as it was described to him. A dark house with broken and no door stood in front of him. A single, lit candle illuminated the feeling that no one was there. Wind blew softly, though the sound was amplified by the absence of light. The suitor took one step… two steps…and at the third the floor boards creaked and the wind blew through the room again…. The candle went out….
A door could be seen, albeit with greater effort, on the other side of the room underneath two sets of broken stairs that led to the same second floor that was no longer there. Now that he looked, he noticed that the roof wasn’t there either.
“Is this really the place?”
He walked to the door, hearing the floorboards creak as he did until he got to the door. He couldn’t see it from where he stood, but the door had a green aura around it, a neon green aura.
“This has to be the place,” Funkduder said, opening the door. Words glowed in the black light that illuminated the hallway….
‘Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.’
‘Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?’
‘Pity is for the living, envy is for the dead.’
‘And this is the forbidden truth, the unspeakable taboo-that evil is not always repellent but frequently attractive; that it has the power to make of us not simply victims, as nature and accident do, but active accomplices.’
‘There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.’
‘Tired’
‘Lonely’
‘I’m innocent!’
They were all written in blood.
He tried to read all of the quotes before proceeding through the end of the hall, but he felt that he would break down into a fetal position if he read anymore. He came unarmed, at the request of Batty, and now regretted it due to the amount of panic that was coursing through his veins.
Descending down a flight of stone stairs, he saw a door surrounded by more bloody inscriptions. He did his best not to look.
‘...and death take me-’ He quickly jerked his head away.
There was a glow coming from the cracks between the words and the door. Orange light came from within, possibly fire… or maybe…
He slowly opened the door to find that there were many torches throughout the room. But the light did not come directly from the torches but from the pool in the center of their glow. The hostess of the competition stood in the middle of pool alone, facing away, fully clothed but drenched in the orange-ish water. Chalked markings gave the pool a mysterious look, as though there was something secret and intimate that he was interfering in.
Then Batty noticed his presence. She turned her head, bearing fangs, and Funkduder finally noticed what was in front of him, beyond his vision until now. She dropped the body of Nikko Gallarado and the water began to grow a shade of darker red.
“Ah~ I see that you have arrived, love. <3” she said and the fangs receded back as she turned the rest of her body, and her attention, away from the bloodying pool. Funkduder froze as Batty leaped out of the pool and got close to him, dragging her fingers up his back and down his chest. “Why so quiet, love? I promise that I won’t bite.”

[CupcakeDolly]

Aw, man. xD Why couldn't it have been a swimsuit contest? I got a really cute two-piece and everything!

I might have to end up dropping out from this one... I love writing, but I'm drawing a complete blank now. ;;

[Serra Britt]

That's two votes for a swimsuit contest, though we both want to replace a different contest with it XP

[V. Lisette]

I am not dead yet! >>;