Night 7 Ends

A lone man walked in the streets. The pouring rain fell on his tattered cloak. Twice this night that man had risen back to life. Somehow, he still had a connection with the world of the dead. As he drifted through Hantu, all he could hear were the thoughts of the deceased.

Jasen would never go in there.
“Really? Cause I'm pretty sure I died already.”
“Dagnabbit, I knew I missed one!”
"Hey Stormtrooper, quit picking on the Great Pumpkin."
“Survey says….”
“I'M ONE OF THE COOL KIDS - EEEEEEEEEEEE!”
"Jasen!!!"
"I don't blame you. You monsters."

“Walker.” A voice appeared from behind the man. He turned around suddenly. Behind him stood a skeleton in hooded robes with a silver scythe in its hand. The creature was cackling madly to itself.

Walker looked at the pathetic man for a long moment. “You,” he whispered. This only made the grim reaper laugh even louder. Walker knew this creature wasn’t actually here. He had killed it earlier that night. But, still, this laughing man brought a shiver to Walker’s soul. “Why do you return?”

“You do realize that you have no hope? My remaining minion is still out there. He will find you. Then he will do horrible things to you.” The creature laughed again. “Horrible things.”

This was all Walker could take. He reached out and pulled the scythe from the reaper’s hand. The reaper finally quieted his laughing. “How? I am dead, and you are living. How do you reach into my world?”

“Because I am no ordinary human,” Walker said with intense concentration. He grabbed the creature’s skull, leaned close, and whispered, “I am an Oneiromancer.” He pushed with all his strength and shattered the skull on the pavement.

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On the other side of the town, the last monster was preparing for the final battle. Maurice had warned him of the skills Walker possessed. But he was not scared. Maurice and Jason had been fools. They had tried to blend in with the children. But he knew better. This fight had to be just between them. It would be the battle to determine the fate of Hantu. And no mortal could defeat a monster in battle.

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The Oneiromancer had made his way to the town center. He waited there for the final monster to reveal itself. As he waited, he saw a shadow dart through an alley. It was probably just a kid, but Walker couldn’t be too careful. Not with this much at stake.

“Child! Leave now!” He shouted into the alley. Socky walked out of the darkness. “Socky! Good, it’s only you. I need you to leave.” But Socky continued to walk towards him. “What are you doing?” Socky laughed. Walker then knew that this wasn’t Socky. It was the last monster he had been hunting for.

Walker watched as what was once a child turned into a terrible creature. It had three red eyes and six limbs. But every second it was changing. It never stayed the same for more than a few moments. This creature was the embodiment of Chaos.

He lifted the reaper’s scythe into the moonlight. With a yell, he brought it down on where the monster was. But it wasn’t there anymore. A voice like nails on a chalkboard spoke from the shadows, “Did you actually think it would be that easy? You really are a pathetic being. I can’t wait to take your life.” The creature lunged towards Walker’s back. Walker turned around just in time to see a claw coming towards his face. It scraped his cheek, spilling blood all over his robes. He fell to the sidewalk. There was nothing he could do. This creature was too strong.

“And, now, the killing strike.” The creature lifted its claw. Walker closed his eyes, waiting for the final blow. But it never came. When Walker opened his eyes, he saw the monster lying on the ground. To the side of the monster was a child. It was Lil Banj.

“Walker…please come here,” groaned Banj. “I…. I used my flashlight on the monster. It hit…. it hit me right here,” he pointed. The monster’s claw had left a gruesome gash on Banj’s side.

“Thank you, Banj,” said Walker. He leaned over the child’s broken body and patted his pumpkin costume. “Thank you for saving my life. I will repay you somehow.”

“Please… defeat the monster. Save Hantu. For all of us,” Banj whispered with his last breath. Walker cried as Lil Banj’s head fell onto the concrete. He shed a tear onto poor Banj’s body. But he knew there was no time. The monster was awakening.

“His death was pointless. You will die anyways,” laughed the monster. He swung his claw at Walker’s head.

“No,” Walker brought his scythe up to block the claw. He brought it down again, chopping one of the monster’s hands off. “No more will die tonight.”

“Do you hear me? NO MORE WILL DIE!” Walker screamed at the monster. He brought his scythe around again and again. The monster parried all his blows, but it was starting to show fatigue. The Oneiromancer didn’t stop his attack. The rain mixed with the blood from the wound and sweat on his face. But he didn’t stop. The silver scythe continued to pound against the monster’s defenses. Nothing could stop Walker.

With a vicious blow the monster finally fell. Walker slowly walked towards the creature. The beast laughed, “I don’t think you can kill me. Isn’t that what you just said? No more will die. Doesn’t that include me?”
Walker lifted his scythe into the darkness. He began to bring it down, but there was a slight hesitation. Suddenly, he heard a voice.

“Please… defeat the monster. Save Hantu. For all of us.”

There was no more hesitation. He brought the scythe down.

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banjo1985/Lil Banj died. He was an apple bobber/mason.
Hyposoc/Socky died. He was the last monster.
GAME ENDS! TOWN WINS! HALLOWEEN IS SAFE! YAY!



Somewhere, in a different world, a demon watched a crystal ball with disgust.

“So, I see the reaper has failed in his mission?” asked a different demon.
“Yes, it appears so. No worries. Next year, we will strike again. We will bring stronger forces and we will rule Hantu. No worries.”