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Joe at Horrorfest!

So….he knows about fanfic!!!

No!!!

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JOSEPH QUINN HANDS ON HIS BUM!!!!

#☆ ripley random post #*screaming into my pillow*#thanks joe 🥴#joseph quinn #horror fest #joseph quinn photo #joe Quinn #jquinn

I’ve just received new information about the situation at Horror Fest. Someone I trust has already spoken to the father involved and heard his side of the story, so I think it’s important that you know what really happened.

To begin with, the father is from another state in Mexico and travelled to Monterrey specifically to attend Horror Fest because his son is a fan of Eddie Munson. He hadn’t seen the show himself, but his son was eager to meet Joseph. They happened to be staying at the same hotel as Joseph and were at the gym when the son recognised him from afar. They approached him and asked for a photo, but Joseph declined, offering instead to sign something for the boy. The father explained that he didn’t have anything for Joseph to sign, so Joseph’s manager brought over some photos for them to choose from. They let the son pick one, and both Joseph and his manager suggested choosing the black-and-white photo because the marker would show up better. The interaction was brief.

The following day at Horror Fest, after the photo op, Joseph took the father aside to apologise for his attitude the previous day. The father wasn’t upset at all, but Joseph still apologised, perhaps worried that declining the photo might have come across as rude.

Later, the father shared the video on his personal account, but someone stole it, edited it, and uploaded it without his permission. He eventually removed the video from his account, hoping that would stop people from sharing it.

He’s now asking everyone to stop sharing the video because his son is visible in it. If you see anyone sharing it, please report it immediately.

The father is not a stalker,fans are simply spreading false rumours.

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Here, have this little video of Joseph Quinn waving at us and doing that cute little smile 🥰

Meeting him was the loveliest experience ever. Eddie didn't had a good closure or a happy ending. But meeting Joe was MY closure and my happy ending. So glad I was able to have that 🥹❤

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Title: Night Shift

Author: SakuraKitty (aka me, WolfiePyxie)

Artist: @chaoticmessofmymind

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Archive Warning(s): Major Character Death, Magic/Curses, Torture, Slow Burn, Temporary Character Death, Alternate Universes, Universe Hopping, Blood and Injuries, Self-Inflicted Wounds, Soulmates, Inspired by Night at the Museum, Historical Inaccuracies (If I say anymore it'll spoil the fic so I'll leave it at that 😆)

Summary: As far as job opportunities go, replacing the previous night guard of fifty years at the Nebraska Museum of Natural History wasn't Dean's first choice, but a job was a job . Especially considering he got fired from his last job and was in need of the money. However, said job proves to be more difficult than described.

Faced with strange events revolving around one of the exhibits he was tasked with guarding, an angel statue that was more than what it seemed to be, he must unravel the mysteries that arise as a result. Why did the angel statue come to life each night? Why did an unknown number keep messaging him the same sequence of numbers? It was a race against the clock and Dean's dwindling sanity to find answers to these mysteries.

Teaser: With more questions than answers, Dean slowly and cautiously began to enter the dark room, flashlight and bucket in hand. He would probably have a better time seeing what was going on if he turned on the flashlight but he wasn’t dumb. If there was some psychopath in here carving someone up like a Thanksgiving turkey, there was no way he was just going to give away his location. It would also help maintain the element of surprise, at least for the few moments that it would take to get deeper into the room. Once the flashlight is on there will be no hiding the fact that he was there and Dean was by no means weak, he went to the gym sometimes and though he might not be the biggest guy in the world, he still had a height advantage over a good portion of people. Now would that help him against an assailant with a knife? No, but he’d put up a good fight even if he was being dumb by walking into danger with only a bucket and flashlight. He didn’t even have his phone on him, it was still lying abandoned on the reception desk.

The wailing had tapered off into loud, ragged breathing now, as if whoever was doing this had decided to give their victim a moment's rest to prolong their fun. It felt all kinds of skeevy to refer to something like that as fun, even in his mind, but that was probably what the psycho viewed it as. Most killers in horror movies, if they weren’t doing it for revenge, usually did it because they just enjoyed hurting people. Having not been focusing on where he was going, Dean nearly slipped and fell when he stepped in something wet. There was also a heavy scent of copper in the air, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what that meant.

Looking down at his feet, Dean finally turned on his flashlight with a click of a button, finding that what he had stepped in was indeed blood, and there was quite a lot of it. Following the blood trail with both eyes and the flashlight, he was so shocked by what he saw that the bucket clattered to the ground as he lost his grip on the handle.

Coming soon this October to Ao3 via the @deancashorrorfest!