I'm scared now, folks!, Heaven help me, I actually did it...

[lyudesshadow]

Sorry, I know there hasn't been a new topic in here for a couple of months now, but I had to tell you guys, and it kinda pertains to my newest fanfic.

I actually just put up my Baten Kaitos Halloween fanfic, and I'm still trembling.

See, it wasn't just a Baten Kaitos fanfic. It was a Baten Kaitos/Saw crossover. I read it over after submitting it, and I'm all shaky for some reason.

It's a movie I never want to watch again. Why did I make a crossover fanfic of it?

I guess it's because I wanted to put up a Halloween fic for this year, and that was the scariest idea I could think of.

Help me calm about it, please? I don't want to post it here because it might be too scary.

[Klonoa]

Remember, it's just fiction. None of it cam harm you in any way.

Also, I think it would be cool if you posted it here. I'm kinda curious about it.

[lyudesshadow]

Well, all right. If you're curious about it. It's just Kalas, really, so that's why it Baten Kaitos, I guess.

Warnings: Spoilers for the end of Baten Kaitos, some possible scariness, and possible OOC (Kalas).

"Twenty-three is number one" (That's the title, by the way. You'll get it partway )

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The last thing Kalas remembered before blacking out was being at the party. Dancing, drinking, flirting with pretty girls, the time of his life. He and his friends had defeated the evil god, and celebrating the joyous event.

But now...now he was waking up in the middle of a strange room. Waking up alone, naked, and covered in some strange substance. It felt as though someone had taken a hammer to his head. And not the toy kind of hammer either. He tried to see his surroundings. Looked like a room with nothing in it. Nothing except a safe next to him, with two candles, one lit and one unused, and a tape recorder on top. A dim light glowed in the middle of the ceiling, revealing faint numbers.

Is this some really complicated prank? Well, it ain't funny, Kalas thought. Crawling over to the safe, he grabbed the tape recorder and turned it over. A paper taped to the back read 'play me'.

What are you, some Alice in Wonderland reject? Shaking off this dumb idea, Kalas followed the short instruction the paper said, and pressed Play. The voice that played sent a chill down his spine unlike any other.

"Hello, Kalas," the chilling voice said. "I want to play a game. Tell me, do you love to party?"

Though he knew this was merely a recording, and that he would not really be answered, Kalas nodded anyway, too freaked out to speak.

"Do you love that you are surrounded by beautiful women, and begin to feel the, how shall I say it, burning in your loins?" (A/N: Yeah, let's hear Jigsaw say that last part. xD)

Starting to get uncomfortable with the weird question, Kalas nodded again.

"Well, today, you may feel the burning all over your body. Do you see two candles? Pick up the unused one."

Kalas did so, unsure what the candle had to do with anything. The recording continued.

"There are numbers written throughout the walls. The numbers you need can only be seen by flame. These numbers are the numbers you need to open the safe. You must put them in the correct order to open the safe. Do so, and you will obtain the key that will open the door to your freedom."

So, find the numbers and put them in the right order, and open the safe. Got it. Not a problem.

"Oh, by the way. The substance you're covered in? It's flammable. Take too long and the candle will burn down to the point you will catch fire. I suggest finding the numbers as quick as possible. Oh, and one number is fake. Find what number is apart from the others, and you should be able to figure it out quickly."

The hissing sound that followed meant that the recording had ended. Kalas was left with this task. He put the recorder down and looked around wondering where to start looking.

This guy didn't tell me where to start. Lighting the candle he was holding, he walked to the wall that looked like it had the fewest numbers on it, the wall with the iron door. He put the flame close to the wall, and found the first number, 19.

Okay, so 19. He did the same to the next wall, finding the next number, a 4. Looking solely at the numbers and walls, Kalas didn't realize the light in the middle of the ceiling had gone out, and his candle was starting to melt. He took his own sweet time, attempting to remain calm under pressure, knowing his life was on the line. Eventually, he found the last two numbers, 33 and 26.

Getting back to the safe, Kalas thought of the four numbers, 19, 4, 33, and 26, and tried to figure out which was the fake. He just now noticed both lights, the dim bulb and the candle, had now gone out, which would mean if he wanted to see the numbers, he would have to keep the candle he had lit. Unfortunately, his candle was about a fourth melted. That meant he was starting to run out of time.

Kalas racked his brain for any ideas on which was the fake number. He didn't know what could possibly be the one unneeded one. He decided to put them in numerical order.

4, 19, 26, 33. So which one's the fake one? He tried to see the pattern to the numbers, but they were all random numbers to him. No pattern whatsoever. Unless...

Something was up about the 4. It didn't fit the pattern. All the other numbers were apart by seven. The 4 was separated from 19 by 15. That meant the 4 was the fake number.

Okay, so the 4 was eliminated. That left the other three numbers. So what was the combination to the safe? Kalas tried to see any order.

Okay, so...better go by smallest to largest. He went 19, 26, 33. Nothing. The safe didn't open.

Maybe...largest to smallest? 33, 26, 19. That didn't work, either. Kalas tried all possible combinations, and by this time, the candle was half melted. He started to panic. He tried to think of some order that could work.

1, 2, 3? No, I tried that already. 3, 2, 1? No, that was wrong, too. What is it?! 3, 1, 2? 2, 3, 1? Wait. 2, 3, 1! Twenty-three is number 1!"

Kalas put it in the order 26, 33, 19, all the while inwardly praying and pretty much saying, come on, come on. Please be the right ones! I'm almost out of candle here!

And there was the confirming click of the correct combination.

Yes! I did it!

He opened the safe door and got the key, walking to the door and inserting the key into the lock. Before pushing open the heavy iron door, he blew out the candle, which was just about gone. The room in complete darkness, he opened the door with a shove and walked out into a lit hallway.

All he saw was a table with his clothes and a towel on it. He was approaching them when he heard a squeaking noise. He turned to see a strange puppet-like creature coming toward him on a bicycle. It had a white face with red spirals on the cheeks. It opened its mouth and spoke with the same scary voice as the one on the tape recorder.

"Congratulations. You're still alive. Most people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you. Not anymore. Tell me, isn't it wonderful to be alive?"

Kalas only nodded. He just wanted to get out of here. Then, the puppet turned and left him alone again. Kalas watched it pedal back to where it appeared from, and muttered, "Creepy" under his breath when it was finally gone.

After it disappeared into the darkness, he cleaned off the flammable substance, got dressed, and walked toward the exit, toward freedom. When he got back, the party would surely be over, and everyone would probably be asleep. He would have to think up a story as to why he was gone from the festivities.

Because he promised himself this.

He would not tell them that on this day, at the hands of the infamous Jigsaw, he had almost lost the thing that was possibly most precious to him.

His life.
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I'm still pretty shaky from typing it. Parts of it I'm a little embarrassed to retype here.

I'm not going to get in trouble for posting it here, am I?

[Klonoa]

Hmm...that was interesting. But then again, I haven't seen any of the Saw movies. Also, to be honest, I didn't find it scary in the slightest. It's a nice halloween fic though. I was expecting to see Lyude pop up somewhere.

[Skyraptor66]

This is based off of one of the guys from the first Saw, right? I love horror, but the Saw movies were always kind of okay in my book. Jigsaw would make for a fascinating character in better hands--like, say, whoever directed Se7en. Still, it can be a fun gorefest. I like the idea of adding any of my favorite video game characters to horror movies, kind of like how a little boy likes making his plastic dinosaurs fight in his Batman playset, therefore I loved this. It would be cooler if you came up with a totally original puzzle based on Kalas's faults in the game--most obviously his betrayal. Like, I dunno, have him be the one who is betrayed by another "player" who got a message from Jigsaw that they would have to ditch/kill/screw over Kalas in order to survive. To be really evil, make the other player be Xelha, and perhaps make it so that only one can come out alive; Xelha would never harm Kal, but then he'd have to watch her die a horrible death via Jigsaw's crazy machinations. So now what? He betrayed her once, can he not only do it again, but watch her DIE HORRIBLY of it? *insert Jiggy's maniacal laughter*

Should I be repulsed by how much fun this is?

[lyudesshadow]

Well, it was actually originally Kalas and Lyude both in Jaw Splitters, and in separate rooms, and they had to choose from three keys presented to them, and only one of them was the right one.

The right one unlocked the mechanism, and the wrong two didn't, and then...well, you know.

And I had Lyude pick the right one, and Kalas picked one of the wrong ones, so guess what happened.

I didn't do that idea for two reasons:

1. I wasn't sure how to do that kind of situation
2. That scared me even more
3. I could never do that to Kalas

So I went with what I went with. It still kinda scares me, though.

[Skyraptor66]

That's the first time I've ever heard of an author being scared of their own work, but then most of the people who write scary stuff aren't easily scared themselves. I would gladly write about Kalas's face being ripped in half for you, but that probably wouldn't help your shakes, would it?

I still say that the sequel to BK:Eternal Wings should have Cthulhu and the Old Ones in it. They make Malpercio look like an LOLCAT. Just saying.

[lyudesshadow]

Well, I already wrote a story with Kalas and Lyude last year for Halloween. Even though it wasn't Saw-crossed, it was still a Halloween story (No I will not post it here, due to the content. )

And besides, I wrote the BK/Saw story a few weeks ago, so my shakes have probably mostly subsided by now. It still scares me a bit, but it shouldn't be so bad now, hopefully.

[Skyraptor66]

That's interesting. So why do you write them if they freak you out so bad? For the thrill of it? Is it somehow cathartic?

[lyudesshadow]

It was Halloween. I figured Halloween=scary.

That's why I wrote them.