‪ Halloween Costume for #bweirdOCtober2025! ya i'm posting these out of order haha, berbertide is a liiitttle layton inspired so you know #oc #ocsky #art #eventideobservers

“𝙃𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣! 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩!"

//OOC: Okay managed to make a good recovery but replies will still be slow for now! Sorry for the delay!

//OOC: Okay chat uhh - I think I might under the weather so my responses will be slow for a while - apologies in advance 🤧🤒

Alana stood laying in bed and looked up at the ceiling. A few of her eyes were wandering around again and the other two looked away from the ceiling as she looked down across the room. She seemed restless. All that talk about Targent all those memories rushing in her head like a train.

It’s sunset at this time and Alana decided to go outside to see the sunset. As she levitates, she felt the wind blow beneath her feet as her shawl moved a bit against it. Once she arrived she hugged her knees when she sat down on that little hill under the tree. “𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙣 𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚..”

It was another day here in this safe house, Alana had a small blanket over her shoulders as she looked out the window. The sky was clear and the clouds were in few. It felt hot inside so she decides to open the window to let in the cool air. A few of her eyes closed as she sighs quietly

Alana’s eyes were looking around the room as she levitated. Some eyes followed the same direction, some didn’t. “𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙤. 𝙄𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙’𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨.” … “𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙁𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩..”

“𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙮? 𝙃𝙪𝙝? 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜?”

Her eyes fluttered opened a bit as she heard some chirping noises from outside. The pillow moves away from her as she slowly sat up. She then rubbed one of her eyes as she spoke in a groggy voice. “𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙯𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧?”

𝘔𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯? 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥. (I can’t let them see.)

Alana decides to exit the room she looks to the see if anyone else was around. No one is present at the moment but the surrounding is familiar, almost nostalgic. This looked the manor she visited once before but difference is there. She walked down the hallway

Desmond's hands trembled as he picked up his large umbrella. 𝘈𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢. He fell on his knees when he reached 𝘩𝘦𝘳. The only 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 he had ever set his eyes upon. The professor shakily caressed the front of her hair, feeling the volume of her hair. This feeling, he had lost so many years ago..

Morning Bathroom Window with Pink Roses and White Orchid

(An unconscious woman is laying down on the ground. Everything is dark while static play. There are voices but these are hard to make out.) “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?” “𝘖𝘩, 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐’𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.” “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵? 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 👎︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎♓︎♏︎ 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺!”