Sharon & Match: Trick 'r Treat
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xp_logs(slightly backdated) While attending the Corn Maze, Match and Sharon decide to bring a little horror to other attendees.
The Salem Center Haunted Corn Maze 'extravaganza' -- as Arthur had so affectionately dubbed it -- was just like Match imagined the places 70s and 80s schlock horror films were shot in. Children of the Corn, but make it tackier. And just like in those stupid movies, it seemed a group of local teens had made it their goal to heckle him. Popcorn easily stuck to his slightly curly hair from where it was flicked and he shot the cat on his shoulder a look. "You... can't eat popcorn, right?"
In response, Sharon leaned over and delicately began to crunch on a kernel that had lodged itself just above Match's ear. Despite the casualness of the act, Sharon never took her eyes from the hecklers. She made a low growling noise in her throat as she chewed.
"I- uh, thanks, I guess. Maybe don't go into ASMR, Cats." Match did not full body cringe, but the action had unnerved him. He didn't know how long this was supposed to go on, but as the event lacked anything of Jessica's interest, they would probably leave before midnight right? He pulled out his phone to frown at the time and offer the knowledge to the cat perched on him. "Late, don't imagine we'll be here much longer. What do you say we give 'em a little trick?"
Sharon straightened, her tail suddenly held high and alert. Her forepaws worked against his shoulder with claws extended just enough to prick: anticipation. The growl in her throat turned into a low purr.
"Alright," he agreed quietly with her, totally not wincing as her little needle claws got him. Turning around, he scanned the area quickly. Perfect, it was just them in viewing range, no accidental bystanders. Slowly a crooked grin stretched across his lips, beginning to snap the fingers of his left hand, heat building in the palm of his hand with the focus. "Hey, you guys wanna see something really scary?"
The offending teens had no real chance to respond either way. They were too busy witnessing:
The boy raising his thumb to head-height and using it to draw a ring of fire the size of a hula hoop;
The cat on his shoulder leaping forward through the circle of flame;
That same cat suddenly increasing to ten times its size as it landed directly in front of them.
Landing lightly on all fours and in her hybrid form once more, Sharon crouched in front of the boys and let out a noise somewhere between a dying woman and the shriek of metal.
There was a moment of shock, confusion before the terror of whatever they'd just seen being real, and the sound fully registered. Then they were running, popcorn and other goods dropped as they made their hasty escape from the creature making that horrible noise.
After a moment, Match chuckled, though his brows furrowed with concentration to extinguish the flame. "Well, think that'll teach them a lesson, Cats, and we got free snacks outta it. There are no consequences to my actions!"
Sharon sniffed. "Have never learned a lesson in my life, and shall not be starting tonight."
Tail switching in satisfaction, the ailuromorph nosed the discarded concessions. Popcorn, candy apples, a hot dog . . . a respectable repast for nothing but a cat-scare. She hummed to herself.
"Except that I have found new way to procure food, maybe."
The Salem Center Haunted Corn Maze 'extravaganza' -- as Arthur had so affectionately dubbed it -- was just like Match imagined the places 70s and 80s schlock horror films were shot in. Children of the Corn, but make it tackier. And just like in those stupid movies, it seemed a group of local teens had made it their goal to heckle him. Popcorn easily stuck to his slightly curly hair from where it was flicked and he shot the cat on his shoulder a look. "You... can't eat popcorn, right?"
In response, Sharon leaned over and delicately began to crunch on a kernel that had lodged itself just above Match's ear. Despite the casualness of the act, Sharon never took her eyes from the hecklers. She made a low growling noise in her throat as she chewed.
"I- uh, thanks, I guess. Maybe don't go into ASMR, Cats." Match did not full body cringe, but the action had unnerved him. He didn't know how long this was supposed to go on, but as the event lacked anything of Jessica's interest, they would probably leave before midnight right? He pulled out his phone to frown at the time and offer the knowledge to the cat perched on him. "Late, don't imagine we'll be here much longer. What do you say we give 'em a little trick?"
Sharon straightened, her tail suddenly held high and alert. Her forepaws worked against his shoulder with claws extended just enough to prick: anticipation. The growl in her throat turned into a low purr.
"Alright," he agreed quietly with her, totally not wincing as her little needle claws got him. Turning around, he scanned the area quickly. Perfect, it was just them in viewing range, no accidental bystanders. Slowly a crooked grin stretched across his lips, beginning to snap the fingers of his left hand, heat building in the palm of his hand with the focus. "Hey, you guys wanna see something really scary?"
The offending teens had no real chance to respond either way. They were too busy witnessing:
The boy raising his thumb to head-height and using it to draw a ring of fire the size of a hula hoop;
The cat on his shoulder leaping forward through the circle of flame;
That same cat suddenly increasing to ten times its size as it landed directly in front of them.
Landing lightly on all fours and in her hybrid form once more, Sharon crouched in front of the boys and let out a noise somewhere between a dying woman and the shriek of metal.
There was a moment of shock, confusion before the terror of whatever they'd just seen being real, and the sound fully registered. Then they were running, popcorn and other goods dropped as they made their hasty escape from the creature making that horrible noise.
After a moment, Match chuckled, though his brows furrowed with concentration to extinguish the flame. "Well, think that'll teach them a lesson, Cats, and we got free snacks outta it. There are no consequences to my actions!"
Sharon sniffed. "Have never learned a lesson in my life, and shall not be starting tonight."
Tail switching in satisfaction, the ailuromorph nosed the discarded concessions. Popcorn, candy apples, a hot dog . . . a respectable repast for nothing but a cat-scare. She hummed to herself.
"Except that I have found new way to procure food, maybe."
