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Joel’s hands shook fearfully as he wrote out the last letter in beautiful black ink.
“Dear friends,
I’d like to invite you all to a dinner party in a glorious estate like no other.
However, to enter, you must dress in an era before the 21st century, taking a title and a personality that matches, and not bring items from the modern world, or else the house will not appear.
I can’t wait to see you there,
Joel.”
He signed the end of the paper with a sigh.
As he was about to sit back, he remembered the one who lurked over his shoulder and was literally breathing down his neck. A chill ran down his spine as he remembered their presence.
He gently folded the letter and searched the desk for the last envelope.
“Are you missing something?” A voice behind him giggled, making him freeze up in his seat.
“I’m just looking for the last envelope…” Joel responded, making himself busy by rummaging through papers on the desk around.
He could feel eyes on him as he looked harder.
“Here, is this good? I’m tired of waiting.” Their hand came into his peripheral vision holding a clean, white envelope.
He swiftly yet gently took the paper, “Yeah, that’s good.”
He put the letter inside the envelope and wrote the person it would go to.
“Jimmy Solidarity”
With the last stroke of his pen, he thought endless apologies to the guests he had to invite.
It was the day of the dinner party. Everyone was slowly showing up at the front door that towered high over them.
First appeared Impulse and then Skizz.
Impulse was dressed in almost fully black attire. The scarf he wore was thick and could cover his mouth, he dressed in a simple suit with a long, black coat, with pops of colour being a signature yellow.
On his sleeves, there was a special design on each. His left sleeve had an embroidered red rectangle with white points off the bottom, and his right was an embroidered… pizza?
Skizz, on the other hand, dressed in light colours. A suit again, but white this time and the sleeves not ripped, his tie was a baby blue colour, and his fluffy wings and halo only added to his inviting look
(unlike Impulse, who scratched the bottom of his devil horns).
“Hey buddy!” Skizz greeted, waving and rushing towards Impulse.
“Hey Skizz, you’re lookin’ good. You actually put sleeves on this time?” The demon joked, making Skizz nudge him on the arm.
“Shut it! You’re dressed to camouflage or something— what era did you even choose to dress in?!” The angel huffed.
“My title is The Renegade, thank you, I’m dressed from around the 1920s, and I can barely tell your role.”
Skizz blew raspberries and giggled before saying, “My title is The Social Butterfly!”
Impulse looked him up and down, finding that his attire made him look more inviting to talk to.
“And your era?”
“Uh… not modern-day for sure! As long as I keep the personality and don’t have a phone or anything, I’m totally set!”
“Yeah, sure.” Impulse rolled his eyes jokingly.
“If I didn’t see the house then I would’ve been doing something wrong. I see it right now, so it’s fine!”
Footsteps caught the duo’s attention, and slowly a few more people rolled in.
“Woah, this place is huge!” A girl with orange hair shouted out, the girl being Gem.
Dressed in her signature overalls, her outfit was more 90s themed like she was some sort of rockstar. She wore pearl necklaces and a green fabric headband that stood out from her hair.
“Nice fit, Gem.” The demon complimented.
“Awh, thanks!” She smiled brightly.
Right behind her was BigB, who dressed in a white suit. In his hair was a chefs hat, giving a hint as to what his title was. In his breast pocket was a cookie..?
A few steps behind them was Tango and Etho in their own conversation and pointing at the huge mansion.
Tango wore a red dress shirt with a black coat over and a black cravat. On his head, he wore goggles.
Etho was wearing similar to what he would usually wear, keeping his headband and mask on, but wearing fancier attire. He dressed in a black suit with a dark green tie, and in his breast pocket was a notepad with a pen.
Jimmy followed close behind the two. He was dressed in a black shirt with a dark blue jacket over, spikes on his shoulders and his sleeves rolled up to show his fingerless gloves. He had sunglasses that were being held on his shirt under his neck.
“Hey guys!” Skizz greeted with a big smile on his face.
“Hey Skizz! Lookin’ good!” Jimmy ran up to the angel and they engaged quickly into conversation.
Soon enough, everyone was able to introduce the roles they chose.
Jimmy introduced that he was The Daredevil and similarly to Skizz, had no particular era chosen.
BigB was The Pastry Chef and another person with no chosen era.
Gem was The Lead Singer from the 90s, and started to jab at those who didn’t actually choose an era.
Etho was The Innovator from the 1900s.
Tango was The Game Creator from no particular era.
For a few moments, they all sat in silence. It had been 3 minutes since they had arrived at the mansion, and the doors weren’t open. All of them were late for the dinner now.
“So… Did anyone else find it- err... strange how Joel wrote that letter? And the whole, “dress up or the house won’t appear” kind of thing?” Jimmy blurted out, eyes glued to the cemented ground.
Skizz’s eyes lit up when Jimmy spoke up, “Yes! I’m so glad you mentioned that— it was so strange! No phones or anything from the modern era? Why was he so formal, and why send the invite through a letter?”
A few “mhm”s and silent nods crossed through the group.
As a few more people were about to speak, 2 sets of footsteps could be heard rushing towards the stairs.
One was a man wearing sunglasses and a long, red cloak trailing behind. A crown was placed precisely on his head, careful of his dog ears.
The other was leading, a clock in hand. A red bandana tied to his forehead, a brown satchel, and another clock— a pocket watch specifically, was clipped onto his satchel.
Ren and Bdubs showed up late.
“Sorry, sorry! Did the party start yet?” Bdubs yelled out, and the moment he did, the doors opened wide for them.
Inside in the front foyer waited Joel in a black suit and a green tie, hands behind his back as if he were awaiting this for a long while.
Everyone tentatively stepped inside, the front doors closing gently behind them.
Joel cleared his throat and started talking.
“Hello everyone, and welcome to a night you’ll never forget. I’ve invited you all here to welcome you all to a new estate I’ve inherited.”
Scattered nods and verbal shocked sounds came from the arriving guests.
“And I hope we can all have a killer time. I have a lot planned for this evening, but for now, let’s chat.”
“Also, you’re late.” He said, before stepping forwards to talk to the guests who had just arrived.