HH: Offer an apology
From Create Your Own Story
You felt bad for the woman, obviously this stuff meant something to her based on how hard she had worked on her appearance. You turned to Peter and said "Stop being a dick, dude." You turned to the woman and said "You know what? You're right. If I offended you I'm really sorry. I thought I'd put on an easy costume and didn't think about how it could hurt someone." you paused and then continued "I guess I should go home and change."
The woman's eyes widened a bit and then her face made a small frown, "Well then, I'll take my leave of you." And with that she glided out of the room. Johnny came up to you after and said "What the fuck was that about?" Peter burst into laughter and he and Johnny began making fun of the woman in black but you did not join in. You began to feel a little lightheaded though and excused yourself to the bathroom. Feeling faint, you felt yourself slipping to the ground, landing painfully on the tile floor. You had a slight ringing in your head even as you began to lose consciousness.
You woke up a start and staggered to your feet. You looked in the mirror at your reflection, same as always. The ringing in your head intensified. You closed your eyes hoping to make it go away. When you reopened them and looked in the mirror you jumped and screamed as you saw a figure behind you in your reflection.
You turned and saw the witch but this time she looked like a more beautiful, yet still haunting, version of herself. Her skin was so pale but shined like silver, her black gown and shall were not wisps of silk floating about her as if on the wind. It was both disturbing and mesmerizing.
"What the fuck!" You said, which made her smile.
"After years of persecution it is time this town reckons with what it has done to my kind. Mortals take All Hallows' Eve and defile it with pageantry and indulgence while my kind, witches, were burned and tortured because of fear. Well for tonight I have transformed them into the costumes they don so they may fear and kill one another." She said.
"As for you, you are far to weak to embody what you pretend to be. It is an insult to true demons to have a spinless, callow, boy join their ranks for even one night. And so I offer you a swifter end." And with that she snapped her fingers and you burst into flame.
You felt nearly no pain, you merely collapsed on the floor as a heap of flaming flesh.
You died on the floor, with nothing but ashes left of Quinn Hutchinson.
YOU DIED
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