Summary BPRO members are appearing in AjiTV’s Halloween special program. Aizome, Yuduki, and MooNs are making “Jack o Lanterns”, but in contrast to the serious Onzai, there’s the halfhearted Aizome. Despite the contrast between the two members, all the members will have a Halloween party at a later date. At the same time, Kitakore’s Kitakado and Korekuni are appearing in a “Halloween Parade”, so they head towards the parade grounds……
Event Introduction: The special photos from Photo: Happy funny Halloween all have STAR PT BONUS! The event this time has a “Kento” and “Momotarou member bonus!
Star Pt Achievement Rewards SSR VO [Undead] Aizome Kento SR VO [Demon’s Grin] Masunaga Kazuna R AP [Halloween] Osari Hikaru
Star Pt Ranking Rewards SSR VO [Undead] Aizome Kento SR AP [Sweet Wolf] Teramitsu Yuduki
Watching with bated breath, the two of you
glance at each other, Tig pressing a finger to his lips, shushing you. You nod,
watching him as he stalks toward the door, reaching behind his back for his
gun. You quietly move yourself to a hiding place, crouching behind a pile of
boxes as he rounds the stack closest to the door.
Tig creeps like a predator hunting its prey, barely breathing. You hold your
breath as well, your heart hammering as you hope he’ll re-appear to tell you it
was just the wind.
After several agonising moments, you hear an audible breath, followed by a
laugh. You straighten up from your hiding place as Tig strolls back around the
stack, tucking his gun back into the back of his waistband and followed by
Chibs. You breathe again, relieved to see the Scotsman, but laugh nervously.
This warehouse still gives you the chills.
“Are ye kids havin’ fun up here?” Chibs asks loudly, his voice bouncing off the
walls of the warehouse. Evidently, he doesn’t feel the same sense of foreboding
that you and Tig felt when you arrived. Tig rolls his eyes, strolling back over
to the boxes he was working on.
“Time of my life, brother.” He responds sarcastically as he bends to sit atop
one of the huge boxes. Chibs follows suit, leaning against another box in the
middle of the room, completely at ease. Pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his
kutte, Chibs eyes you, noting that you look a little spooked.
You shrug off his observation, skirting around the pile of boxes you’d been
cowering behind only moments ago, plonking yourself down on the floor in front
of them and crossing your legs.
“Well, since it’s Halloween-“ You’d completely forgotten the date, of course
it’s Halloween. “And ye two have the most borin’ job on the planet,” Chibs
continues, pausing for a moment to light the cigarette hanging from his lips.
“I thought I’d come and tell ye both a story, to entertain ye.”
Tig smiles, grateful for the break from the mundane task. You both settle in,
ready to listen to Chibs’ story; probably likely to be some creepy Scottish
“Right.” Chibs says, shifting into a more comfortable position. “This is a
story about a little girl in Scotland.” You roll your eyes, of course. “This
little girl hated life so much that she wanted to destroy every single trace of
her own existence.” Chibs continues, his voice adopting a whisper-like tone to
set the mood.
Tig scoffs, which makes Chibs smirk and you can tell the Scot is in a playful
mood, which is likely the only reason he’s come to irritate the two of you at
the warehouse, but you allow him to continue his story.
“Finally, the girl decided to kill herself, but, not long after her death, her
family found out what she’d done.” Chibs pauses again, surveying your
reactions, making sure you’re both freaked out. When he’s satisfied that you’re
both hooked, he carries on. “Every member of her family died a few days later.”
He concludes before delving into the explanation.
“The legend goes that when ye learn of the White Death, the girl’s ghost will
come fer ye, knockin’ on yer door. The knocks get louder and louder until ye
open the door and she kills ye.” Tig lets out a chuckle, causing Chibs to raise
his eyebrows. You’re wary again, the strange feeling of the warehouse getting the
better of you as you listen to the story, which wouldn’t usually phase you.
There’s just something off about this place.
Chibs looks right into your eyes, his gaze piercing into you and making you a
little nervous, like he knows something’s wrong. Clearly, Tig isn’t interested
in his tale, so he decides to focus his attention on freaking you out instead.
“She kills ye,” He begins again after the interruption, “Because she fears that
ye’ll tell someone about her; her mission is to make sure no-one ever knows
about her.” He says, captivating you.
“Now,” He says, leaning back again on the box he’s sitting on, your eyes wide
as you’re totally entranced in the story. It must be Chibs storytelling; he’s
always been good at it. “The little girl had a doll.” He throws a glance at
Tig, whose back stiffens slightly at the word. “The doll ended up in the ocean,
but it still holds the little girl’s spirit.” Chibs shrugs, stubbing out the
cigarette and pushing himself off of the box. “Could be anywhere by now.” He finishes,
giving both of you a cheeky smirk, pleased at how freaked out you looked.