You didn't need to announce that you wouldn't be streaming on Halloween, mainly because the site itself sent emails to all of its content creators telling them that for the night of Halloween, their servers would be down for maintenance, and that everyone should enjoy themselves rather than worry and scramble to think up ideas for a Halloween stream.
Instead, the week before Halloween, you did a whole performance, multiple streams back to back in different generic human slutty costumes, you played sexy nurse, the escaped prisoner, vampire's bride, even busted out that same collar from the werewolves' private stream and pretended to be a puppy on display, you tried to hit as many possible costumes before you wore yourself out.
And so when Halloween rolled around, you were content that you didn't need to stream again, you were able to relax and check back in with your human friends, laughing as they invited you to their Halloween party, joking that it felt like they hadn't seen you in forever, as you'd been so busy with work the previous week. It was nice to sit back and plan mundane activities with your friends, rather than thinking about what a monster from the other side of the internet would be asking you to do.
The actual Halloween party was just as shit as you were expecting, a random house somewhere with both too many and too few people inside, plastic cups, name-brand cola and generic mixers all over the place.
It was nice, it was human.
You'd been about 10 minutes into this conversation with what you feel is quite frankly the hairiest man you've ever met in your life, dressed up like a werewolf, when you begin to notice them. You try not to think of the worst, in the back corner of this frankly plain party, three men, all wearing similar werewolf-themed costumes, except the few times you've looked their way, you could have sworn you saw their tails wag, not in a deliberate way, as if moving their hips to make the tails wag, but a more natural movement.
Excusing yourself from your conversation, you do your best to sneak over, hoping the small amount of paranoia that's kept you safe through your adult life was just acting up and you were seeing things.
Somehow, fate intervenes, and one of your friends comes stumbling over, wrapping their arm around your waist and inviting you out to the small pond nearby. Apparently, the town put in a little display for Halloween, mostly for the children, but as all the trick or treating had ended for the night, the display was now for mature activities.
Following your friends, you just barely shake off the feeling of the three werewolf-costumed men watching you; instead, you relax and ease back into the comfort of being around people you know.
The display of the pond was very generic, pumpkins, hay bales, lanterns and such, but mixed in with the chatter and laughter of you and your friends, it's actually quite nice. Leaning against the railing of the small dock, which heads out onto the water, you barely turn your head when you see eyes looking from the murky water, which your friends remark is so cool that the council went all out for this display. But something about it feels wrong now, less childlike whimsy and more something that paid a lot of money to see you perform for them, watching you from under the water.
You do your best to ignore it, even as you can swear sharp, clawed, webbed fingers start reaching from under the water towards your ankles as you step away.
Following your friends, you find a few market stalls still open, selling food and appropriately themed drinks. You link arms with one of your friends and follow them through the stalls, stopping to stare at what looks like something handcrafted in silk? Turning to look at the person running the stall, you freeze, with long silvery white hair, large dark eyes, and a face that introduced you to the world of monsters, staring back at you, that small paranoid fear that some of the people around you are more familiar with your new work becomes a reality.
Thankfully, when the stall owner mutters your screen name, your friend isn't paying attention and is focused on a display being put on nearby, quickly pulling you away from the store as you turn back and look, panic seeping in to the joy that you had been experiencing.
As if by magic, you managed to quell your panic just long enough to be reunited with all of your friends, a sea of faces you know are human. Reluctantly agreeing to head back to the original house party, you start trailing behind with one of your more intoxicated friends, hoping to keep them from wandering off as they tend to do when any form of alcohol is involved.
However, on the steps to the house where the party was still somewhat underway, a hand wraps around your wrist...
The ending is open as I am going to let y'all decide who has followed you back...
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