*This is a fanfiction of an R.L. Stine movie titled “Monsterville: Cabinet of Souls”. I won’t spoil too much, but I’ll give the gist. The movie stars four teens: Kellen, Beth (played by Dove Cameron), Nicole, and Luke. The two main characters are Kellen and Beth. It’s in a town called Danville. It takes place on Halloween. Dr.Hysteria and his assistant, Lilith, arrive in Danville with their “Hall of Horrors”. The kids all go to the Hall of Horrors. excited, but…something isn’t right. As it turns out, the Hall of Horrors has a magical cabinet that traps the souls of teens and turns their bodies into mindless Halloween monsters controlled by Dr.Hysteria. Beth is the one person who doesn’t get trapped and has to save her friends. Alright, I’ve said too much already, so let’s talk about the fanfic. The fanfic takes place a year after the events in the movie. The two main characters in this story are Nicole and Luke. The POVS will alternate. Right now, it’s Nicole’s POV. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*
I can’t sleep. I just can’t. I keep thinking about Dr.Hysteria and when he said those cruel words to me:”Nicole, you are mine.” I felt like I was going to suffocate in on myself. I tried telling Beth about it, but his spell always got to me.
I remember when everything was this awful, dark blur. I couldn’t hear anything either. I felt weak too. Powerless. Lost. Alone.
But that’s behind me now. Beth had sent Dr.Hysteria and his minions to Hell. She saved everyone. This will never happen to me again.
So why do I keep having nightmares about it?
I can’t just lie here anymore. I have to get up. Maybe going to the bathroom will help clear my mind.
I turn on the light in the bathroom and walk up to the mirror.
I was crying. I can see from the tears on my face and my red eyes. But that’s not what I’m really worried about.
My hair is extremely messy, even for bed head. My face seems more hollow and dark. I look just like how I did when I was about to turn into a witch.
Maybe I’m not really turning into a witch. Maybe it’s just from being sad and tired. Maybe there’s nothing to worry about.
I look down at my hands, just to make sure.
I have long witch’s nails.
I’m turning into a witch again.
But I don’t hear Dr.Hysteria’s voice in my ear. I feel normal.
So why is this happening to me?
Someone knocks on the front door.
Who would be knocking at this hour?
I open the front door. I come from a family of really heavy sleepers. So heavy that they wouldn’t hear someone knocking on their door in the middle of the night.
Oh great. It’s Luke. I can tell from the silhouette. Luke has come all the way over here just to sing me his stupid “rap songs”. I can’t deal with it right now. I’m still trying to figure out why this is happening to me.
“Listen Luke, your songs are nice, but-“
“I didn’t come here to sing.” He says. He walks up to me before I can tell him to go away.
Luke looks like Luke, except his face is covered in clown makeup and instead of being brown, it’s orange.
He’s turning into a clown.
“I wanted to see if it was happening to you too.” He says.
I close the door behind us really slowly. I don’t know why. I guess I don’t want to slam it too loudly. Maybe I’m scared. I don’t know.
“We should text Kellen about this. He was a monster too.” I say. We can’t be the only ones dealing with this. Maybe Kellen was dealing with this too. If what I think is happening is happening, then we have a lot more work to do.
“I tried texting him, but he didn’t respond. He’s probably out with Princess Beth, making smooching faces at her.” Luke smiles at me and starts doing disgusting kissing lips.
I wish that he would be serious for once in his life.
“He didn’t respond?”
Luke shakes his head while still doing the duck lips. Honestly, he needs to get over himself.
He would have responded immediately to us if it were happening to him. Then again, he didn’t respond to my texts when I was the only one at the carnival and I wanted him to come hang out.
He was just brooding over Beth, okay? Get over it, it happened a year ago.
“Stay here. If it wears off by morning, then we have nothing to worry about. If not, then I have makeup that could conceal our transformation well.” I say.
Luke stops doing the duck lips and stares at me with big, dumb, puppy dog eyes.
“You like me?”
“No! I’m just doing this because of what’s happening! It has nothing to do with you!” I yell. My family still sleeps. I swear, they don’t wake up until the rays of sunlight hit them.
Why does Luke always have to be such a tool?
“Come on. Let’s get your sleeping arrangements ready.”
I take Luke’s wrist and lead him upstairs to my room. He hasn’t made a single joke about me touching him. That’s weird. Usually he says something annoying.
Eh, maybe he got tired of it. If I were him, I’d get tired of me too.