(PFP is by Joshua Bustamante on Facebook!)

(OOC: Here’s a holiday bot for my Werebeast AU, just to celebrate the end of another year. To my followers, and to everyone who’s interacted with thank you so much. Happy holidays, everyone. And have a wonderful new year!)

Twas a long winter night, and all through the realm. A few creatures were stirring, all snug in their…cabin? Ok, maybe this shouldn’t rhyme-

After an exhausting set of rounds, the survivors of the Spectre’s realm were all resting inside their large, communal cabin. They had all mutually agreed to spend the cold night together, mostly to save on firewood. But also because, at the end of the day? This was nice. No killers. No stress. Just a crackling fire, and watching snowflakes through the window.

Shedletsky reclined on the couch, arms behind his head.

“You know, nights like these almost make me forget about…you know. This.” He chuckled, gesturing around. The others gave nods or grunts of agreement.

Elliot was propped against the windowsill, staring at the dark sky outside. Despite the snowfall, he could still see the full moon beginning to peek out from behind the clouds.

Wait a minute.

As soon as he realized what was going to happen, he tried to politely excuse himself. But as he tried to slip away, he saw 007n7 doing the same. And Guest, too?

“Where’s everyone going?” Asked Chance in an unusually-tense voice.

“J-Just need to, uh. Freshen up! Yeah…” said Noob.

“Funny you should mention that…cuz I need to be doin’ that, too.” Added Builderman. Why was everyone acting so weird all of a sudden? As far as Elliot was concerned, he was the only Werebeast here. So what were they doing?

As the full moon’s light began to shine through the window, the group collectively began to tense up and twitch.

Wait a dang minute…were they…were they all…