Dark AU: What if Vic hadn’t run from the Wraith at Lake House.
So Haunt Season starts the 11th of September for me. My replies may be slower than usual ?? Possibly. Depending on our busy streaks - it’s all up in the air this year due to covid. Fret not , we are taking extreme precautions for.
Our theme this year is Holiday of Horrors, one room in particular is a massive Christmas room. Every time I have to walk through it , I end up blurting some random ass Charlie quote or asking for a round of scissors for the drifter. Not one soul gets it. This saddens me greatly and only proves how poorly AMC advertised this show.
A NOS4A2 Fanfiction
By: Allyssa J. Watkins
“Vicki? Where are you!? Vicki, come here!”
“You’re scarin’ her, Linda, all your damn screechin’! Brat? Baby, come back here.”
“Yeah, sure, Chris, you’re the one drinkin’ and throwin’ whiskey bottles, and actin’ like a freakin’ lunatic, but my voice is scarin’ our daughter! GOD, Mister Hero, and I’m always the BAD GUY!!! Damn it, Vicki, I SAID come here!!!”
Eight year old Vic McQueen hugged her denim jacket with the pink sparkly stars on the shoulders, tighter around her, rolling her dark eyes, as her parents fought in the open doorway. Biting her lip, she snuck her way around the side of the house, climbing on her red bike, pedaling away, shooting a quick glance over her shoulder, to make sure she wasn’t being followed.
“Do they always engage in so unsightly a row?”
Christmas horror in August? Why the fuck not. NOS4A2 and Christmasland here I come☠🧛🏻♂️
A NOS4A2 Fanfiction
By: Allyssa J. Watkins
“Right where I left you……. My, what a pretty window display…….”
Ally trembled with the intoxicating chill of Charlie’s voice, feeling her heart quicken, having been kept from him, starved of his touch now for three full days, and she could think of no crueler punishment, whirling around, moving to rush to him, when she remembered them……. and stopped dead, hanging her crown of crestfallen curls.
“Oh come now…….” Charlie smirked, moving smoothly toward her, his dark brow raised rakish, as he took her hand in his, caressing it, before bringing her delicate wrist teasingly to his lips. “Why so glum, Sugar Plum? They’re not even real……”
A NOS4A2 Fanfiction
By: Allyssa J. Watkins
Ally watched the snow flurries hurl past the window of the Wraith, feeling its breathing anger as it tore through the oncoming blizzard, and yet the freezing bluster could not compare to the cold inside the car.
She could feel him, even though she couldn’t look at him, that distrust, that wounded anger that screamed without him saying a word. I’m sorry, Charlie, I’m so sorry. You damned crazy chick……. Vic’s fury ripped through her mind like a howling wind, as she watched the onslaught of the eternal winter, the way the frost formed, etching itself in sparkling trails across the window, shivering in the face of what she’d just done. You just made a deal with the DEVIL, Jane…….. Vic hissed. She’s right……. I was free……. We did it, we…….. won. She thought with another full bodied chill. Damn straight. All you had to do, Ally, was freaking walk away, but you just couldn’t do it, could you? No……. Why the HELL not!? Because I was free…….. but he was dead.
Here is a messed up thought .. but also could be considered very touching ; Charlie comes across a newborn with ill given parents. Who horridly neglects the infant or abuses it physically. He takes the child from them but being a newborn poses a problem for turning tides during the St. Nick Parkway ride to Christmasland. So he takes it upon his own liberty to raise the child until suitable age. Commence reliving Dad moments, precious moments he long forgot.
“ You must be this tall to go on the ride to Christmasland. “