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Mysme Fictober 2021

It's that time of year again!

I'm putting the list under the "read more" along with a synopsis of each movie for those who may not be familiar with it. I hope others will join me this year in celebrating the spooktacular Mystic Messenger characters!

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Oct. 2nd: The Addams Family

“My darling, let me hear it!” Saeyoung begged his beautiful wife.

“Mon amour." MC smirked, holding out her arm.

“Ah, your French is so divine!” Saeyoung took her arm, holding her wrist delicately and kissing her creamy flesh, moving up her arm to her neck where he nibbled. A sigh escaped her throat at the intimate act.

“Can you not!” Saeran rolled his eyes while Yoosung snickered at his side.

“Oh come on, we’re just having some fun.”

“Movie night was a mistake!” Saeran complained.

“I think it’s sweet. I know the Addam’s family is creepy, but the way Gomez loves Morticia is so romantic!” Yoosung sighed, making Saeran feel funny again.

“Romantic?” he scoffed.

“I agree.” MC said, patting Saeran on the cheek. “You could use a little romance in your life Saeran.” She said, pointedly looking towards Yoosung, who was oblivious.

Saeran turned bright red, almost matching his hair. “Yeah, right.” He deflected and walked into the kitchen.

“Come my love, let’s leave these people and make love until morning!” he grabbed MC’s hand and swung her into his body, pressing her back against his front. He nibbled her ear and they danced down the hallway to their bedroom.

MC laughed and waved at Yoosung, who just shook his head, wishing he had someone who loved him that way too. He envied them but was also happy that they had each other. He sighed again and fell onto the sofa. He’d worried about coming to movie night, knowing it was close to Halloween and the Chois would probably be watching horror movies. But the Addams Family was actually more about family and familial love than horror. It was a good choice.

Saeran plopped down next to him and handed him a bowl of ice cream. He’d added sprinkles, nuts, banana slices, and hot fudge. Saeran was always prepared well for ice cream. He felt special seeing how the older man had remembered all the things he liked in his ice cream. He took it gratefully. “Thank you.”

Saeran grunted in response, his own bowl in his other hand. He reached for the remote.

“Wanna’ watch it again?” he asked. “Or we can watch something else.”

“Can we watch Halloweentown?” he asked excitedly. Saeran flushed as Yoosung settled back into the sofa, his body pressed to his side.

“Uh, I’m not sure we have that, let me see.” He flipped through their digital movie library and found it. Of course Saeyoung would have every single Halloween movie there was. He pressed play and set the remote back on the coffee table.

Yoosung broke into a grin. Saeran’s warmth was comforting, without realizing it, he snuggled closer to him, his head on his shoulder as he slowly ate his ice cream.

The red-head tensed as he felt Yoosung actively touching him. His head on his shoulder felt like molten lava. How was the blond so oblivious to the affect he had on him? Affected him so much so that his bowl of ice cream sat on his lap completely forgotten.

“Is something wrong with your ice cream?” Yoosung asked, noticing how full the bowl was once he himself had finished his.

“No, I just…I’m not hungry.” Saeran choked out, gluing his eyes to the movie, completely unaware of what was happening in it.

“Not hungry? For ice cream?” Yoosung laughed and held the back of his hand against Saeran’s forehead. “Are you sick?”

“Stop it!” Saeran shoved Yoosung’s hand away, but there was a smile on his face. He placed his bowl on the coffee table and sat back, hoping Yoosung would lean against him again.

“Is that a smile? Oh my goodness, the rare moody Saeran smile! I’m honored!” Yoosung joked. He giggled, almost like a schoolgirl, making Saeran’s blood heat up in a good way. He felt sweat breaking out all over his body and tried to shake it off before the blond noticed.

Yoosung leaned back into the sofa and snuggled close to Saeran, wrapping his arm around the other man’s.

“Must be nice huh?” he said, suddenly serious.

“Nice?” Saeran swallowed, his mind too muddled to think.

“Having someone love you that much.” He answered.

“You mean Gomez and Morticia? I don’t know, seems like infatuation, not love.”

“What do you mean?”

“Real love isn’t always that passionate. It’s a lot of work. Sure, in the beginning of a relationship it’s all lovey dovey, sex all over the house, can’t keep your hands off each other, but that dims. I mean, nobody can keep that up. It’s not healthy I don’t think. But the love grows into something more, something lasting, something better.”

“Better than sex all over the place?” Yoosung teased.

“Yeah, exactly. Not that I’m saying there’s anything wrong with sex all over the place.” Saeran grinned, squeezing Yoosung’s hand.

“I wouldn’t know.” He said softly. “But I think I like your idea of love better.”

“Me too.” Saeran whispered into the blond’s hair as they settled in to finish watching the movie.

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Oct 1st: HOCUS POCUS

“Go ahead Yoosung, we all know you’re still a virgin.” Saeyoung laughed as he pushed Yoosung towards the black flame candle.

“Ha ha, very funny!” Yoosung shoved Saeyoung back and clutched onto Saeran. The brothers were twins, but their personalities were almost polar opposites. Saeyoung was a joker who didn’t know when to quit but Saeran was quiet and shy. They had been friends for as long as he could remember, and while he loved Saeyoung, there were times when he wanted to punch him in the face.

Saeran was different of course. Yoosung had begun to have romantic feelings for him as a middle schooler and they just seemed to have drifted closer and closer until it was inevitable that they were a couple. It was never formalized, spoken, or confirmed in any way except by their actions. He held onto Saeran’s arm now, trying to hide his embarrassment. He knew for a fact that Saeran was also a virgin, and that Saeyoung was not. Not that he bragged, but he seemed to use sex to numb his emotional pain.

“Knock it off Saeyoung.” Saeran rolled his eyes as he pulled Yoosung closer to him. It was intriguing he had to admit. They’d never been in the museum before but growing up in town they’d all heard the legend of the Sanderson sisters. He stepped up to the thick black book of spells that was on a pedestal behind glass. It was open to a spell that summoned a familiar. The museum itself had been closed since before they had been born, but there was a way in that the local kids had always known about. He was actually surprised there weren’t any kids here now, it being Halloween night. But he figured the novelty of the Sanderson sisters had pretty much worn off.

They were only here because Saeyoung had kept pestering them. Saeran had always been too scared to come when he was younger. Yoosung would have never come without Saeran as well. It had been a couple of years since Saeran had been scared of anything. When he was young, he had been afraid of everything and everyone, but he’d matured and with his brother and Yoosung’s help, he’d learned how to take care of himself.

“How about you little brother? Care to give it a try? Don’t you want to see the Sanderson sisters?” Saeyoung took out a lighter and flicked it on, hovering over the large candle.

Saeran rolled his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Idiot!” Yoosung shoved at Saeyoung. The red head stumbled into the candle, the fire in his hand touching the wick and causing it to ignite.

“Whoops!” Saeyoung said, shrugging, beginning to grin. That’s when they heard the cackling. It surrounded them, swirling around and rising in tempo. In front of them appeared three female figures. Three brunettes. The Sanderson sisters, Jaehee, MC, and Lillie.

“I thought you weren’t a virgin!” Yoosung squeaked, realizing what had happened.

Saeyoung shrugged.

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Oct 7th: The Lost Boys

“Damnit V! You were supposed to protect him!” Saeyoung held his brother to his chest. “Fuck!” he screamed into the night, the smell of blood filling his nostrils and making him hungry. Hungry for his own brother’s blood. How far he’d fallen.

“Oh, he…he smells so…good…” Yoosung took a step towards the twins on the ground but jumped back at Saeyoung’s sudden attack.

“Back off you fucking bloodsucker! Leave him alone!” he retreated and clutched at his brother.

“I know this isn’t what you wanted Saeyoung, but there’s only one choice now. If you can’t do it, I will. Or, you can let him die.” V tried to place his hand on Saeyoung’s shoulder sympathetically, but the younger man shoved him off violently.

“Don’t TOUCH HIM!” he was beyond reason, so V stepped away and let him grieve.

“I’m so sorry Saeran. I didn’t want this for you. You were supposed to think I was dead and move on with your life. Maybe meet a girl, get married and have some kids. You were supposed to be happy.” He sobbed, but as he did, he bit into his brother’s neck, unleashing the venom that would turn him into a monster, just like him.

He cried, tears falling like a waterfall. Berating himself for his selfish act. It would be more merciful to let Saeran die than to doom him to this undead life, where every second of every day felt like an eternity of starvation.

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TW: violence, death, murder

Oct. 3rd: Halloween

The darkness and quiet of the night had always been his friend. Sunshine and noise where everyone was awake and all too chipper annoyed him. Why couldn’t everyone just be quiet? Didn’t they understand him at all? Of course they didn’t. Especially his stepmother, who always tried to talk to him and make him part of her life. So annoying. Which is why he’d killed her. It was the only way to shut her up. Unfortunately, he’d been caught, but he was free now.

The institute had been heavenly for years. He was kept isolated and left to his own devices most of the time. Broken up by mandatory therapy sessions. The Dr. loved to hear himself talk, droning on and on about how wrong Jumin had been to kill. It mattered not at all to him. The moment he’d seen the life go out of his stepmother’s eyes was the moment he’d truly felt alive. Truly felt a part of the world around him.

He stepped over the Dr.’s corpse, the cheap Bic pen sticking out of his left eye socket. He’d been waiting for years to do that, it was well worth the wait. It didn’t take long to find the man’s keys. He grabbed them and tore the ID from around his neck. Pulling on an extra lab coat he walked out and straight to the front door. People were stupid, if you acted like you belonged, they believed. He unlocked the door with the badge and simply walked out. Using the key fob, he quickly located the Dr.’s car. He’d never been interested in cars, but this one appeared to be a pricey sports car. Of course that’s what the good doctor would drive.

He settled behind the wheel, making himself familiar with the controls. After all, he’d never actually driven before, but how hard could it be? With a grin he peeled out of the parking lot, sideswiping one or two other vehicles, straight into the night. If the news was correct, his father had just married a second stepmother.

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Oct. 4th: The Nightmare before Christmas

“I am the Pumpkin King!” Saeyoung declared to the crowd bellow him. They cheered. He noticed MC in the back, there was something about her that always made him feel serene. It was an odd feeling. He had no time for those feelings, however. It was time to start planning for next Halloween. And the one after that, and the one after that…forever. He sighed as he turned to go back into his castle.

MC sighed; her stitching itched but she ignored it. He looked so sad. She wished she could do something to make him smile. Lately, he hadn’t had the same vibrancy during Halloween as in years past. She wondered what weighed so heavily on his mind. As the crowd dispersed, she meandered around the fence, watching as lights came on inside the castle. Holding on to the bars she stared as the light in the highest room came on. Saeyoung’s silhouette came into view, and she took a deep breath as the curtains were thrown open and he stood there in all his glory.

It was ridiculous really, falling in love with the Pumpkin king. She was nothing, nobody, stitched together from a graveyard of body parts. Her creator, V, preferred for her to belong to him and only him. She sighed yet again and walked away. No use obsessing about something she could never have. Her life, such as it was, did not belong to her.

Saeyoung watched her walk away, noticing how her head hung low. She glanced back once before disappearing behind a building. He momentarily hated that building. Why did he continue to keep her at arm’s length when she so clearly cared for him? For her own good? Or for his? V would certainly not approve, though as the Pumpkin king he could demand he hand her over. The thought recoiled in his mind. She was not an object.

Shaking MC from his mind he tried to relax. It had been a long night. Halloween had been a success and he was proud of the people in his town who made it wonderful. But he was feeling dissatisfied. It was too easy, there was no challenge. Not that there needed to be. Making Halloween spooky and creepy was his job after all. The shrieks of children and adults alike were like music to his ears. And still…

He paced his room, restless, unable to unwind. He grabbed his cloak and headed out, walking into the forest, his mind chaotic, like a hurricane swirling every single thought in his head. There was something lacking in his life, but what? The more he thought about it, the less he understood, until there was nothing but an emptiness that seemed would never be filled. Suddenly he walked into a clearing he’d never seen before. The snow was perfectly white and pristine. He realized he stood in the middle of a circle of very large trees. On them there were oval doors with paintings of different things. There was a rabbit and colored eggs on one, a pine tree with baubles on another, and so on. Curious, he reached for the door handle on the pine tree door, opening it and hurriedly stepping through. Something new. Something exciting. A new adventure in his hum drum life.

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Oct 6th: Beetlejuice

“I’m sorry, but rules are rules.” Jaehee pushed her glasses across the bridge of her nose and gazed at the woman standing before her.

“But the rules make no sense! Are you sure? Can you check again?” MC was frantic, this couldn’t be happening to her, she was way to young to be dead.

Jaehee sighed and checked her records once again. “MC?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Age 24?”

“Yes yes.” She wrung her hands, her brown eyes wide and confused.

“It says here you fell down a flight of stairs, breaking your neck on the way down. Death was instantaneous.” She looked back up at the woman. She felt empathy but there was nothing to be done.

“I fell yes, I remember that, but…it was such a short flight of stairs, I couldn’t have died! This has to be a weird dream.”

“I’m afraid not. You are in fact dead.”

“You’re telling me that when we die we end up in a waiting room?”

“Not always, it depends on where you die. Unfortunately, there is indeed a waiting time in order to haunt the particular home you died in. However, you may bypass this step if you wish.”

“Bypass?”

“Certainly, if you accept your death, have no unfinished business, and care to pass on, you may go through the pearly gates door.” She pointed to a large ornate door to her right.

“W…were does that lead?” she hesitantly asked.

“It depends on how you lived your life. You won’t know until you pass through.”

“Can’t you tell me? Doesn’t it say there?” MC pointed to the ledger in Jaehee’s hands.

“I’m afraid not. I have no access to that information. Nobody does.”

“This can’t be happening!” she dragged her fingers through the thick strands of her reddish brown hair and began to hyperventilate.

Jaehee cleared her throat. She was used to newcomers being in denial, running the gamit from ‘this is a dream’ to ‘how do I get back’. But something about this woman was different. There was a pull on her heart. Sure, she was attractive, but she’d seen many attractive people come and go. So what was it? She tried to fall back on her professionalism. There was nothing to be done, the woman was dead and that would not change.

Instead, she stood and walked around her desk to the woman and wrapped her arms around her. She stiffened for a second before relaxing into the hug. The woman grasped at her and began to sob.

“It’s not fair! I had so many dreams!”

“I know, I’m so sorry. If there was a way, I would send you back.” Jaehee whispered into her thick hair.

“But there isn’t. Is there? I’m stuck here forever.”

“Well, being here isn’t so bad.” She pulled away from the woman and wiped her tears away gently. They stared at each other, Jaehee’s heart beating too fast, way too fast for someone who was dead. How many centuries had she been the receptionist of Limbo? And not once had she fallen for a newly dead person. But here they were. The woman smiled at her, a little sad, but there did seem to be some hope in her eyes.

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Oct 5: Edward Scissorhands

He scurried to a corner and tried to hide, but the girl approached anyway. His silver white hair was tangled and dirty, he’d tried to come it, but with his scissor hands. The man who’d created him had died unexpectedly and he had been left alone, unfinished. Zen was afraid, but not of the girl, he was afraid of what he might do to her.

“Oh you poor boy! How long have you been living here alone?” MC asked, approaching him slowly so that she wouldn’t scare him. He tried to huddle in on himself and she could see that he shivered. His complexion was almost like marble, like a statue found in a museum, but his crimson eyes showed dark circles, as if he hadn’t slept well in ages. From what she could tell, he was slim and tall.

Zen could see she was kind. Her brown eyes radiated empathy. He must look ghastly, but she didn’t appear to be afraid, in fact, it appeared as if she thought he might be afraid of her. Maybe he was. His creator had never let him meet anyone else. Even now, he wasn’t sure he should speak. But what else could he do? He’d been found, and he wouldn’t last much longer if he stayed here alone.

He shrugged but didn’t say a word.

“You must be starving.” She said and smiled. “Would you like to come home with me?” she asked. She had already called 911 and the police were on their way, with an ambulance. The body of the man who owned the house was in what she assumed was the study. She had started stopping by to bring the man newpapers that she gathered at the beginning of the month. He paid her well for one day worth of work. When he hadn’t answered the doorbell, she’d checked and found the door unlocked.

The body hadn’t come as a surprise, the man was fairly old, what had surprised her was a sudden scurrying of feet above her head. She’d always assumed, as everyone else in town, that he lived alone. And now here she was, trying to coax a strange man, who looked as if he’d been stitched together, with scissors for hands, out of the corner he coward in.

His crimson eyes darted around the empty attic. There was a blanket on the floor and a flat pillow. He must have been sleeping here.

“It’s ok, come with me. I won’t hurt you. Mr. Kim is…gone…uh…he won’t be coming back.” She held her hand out invitingly. The frightened man stepped closer, reaching out with his own hand. She had a moment of fear that he would cut her, but he was incredibly gentle, placing his hand in hers, scissors closed tight. When he stopped crouching, she was amazed to see how tall he was, his alabaster face gazing down at her in bewilderment. He was still a bit hesitant, but willingly followed her out.

She had to calm him down considerably when the sirens grew louder as the police and ambulance arrived. He was much better when they turned off the sound. He wouldn’t answer any questions and it seemed as if they might arrest him then and there, but the coroner declared the man appeared to have had a heart attack.

MC vouched to take care of the man and they let her take him.

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