The sun rose over the school, its golden rays brushing across a campus buzzing with excitement. The entire school had undergone a wild transformation overnight—what once were normal looking classrooms and corridors now burst with color, music, and mystery. Banners flapped in the breeze, booths were lined with curiosities and sweets, and students in costumes paraded around like characters from different worlds.
Despite the sleepless night, no one looked tired. Pure adrenaline and excitement fueled them all.
Class A's Horror Café was a masterclass in spooky creativity. Inside the dimly lit space, cracked mirrors reflected flickering candlelight, cobwebs hung like forgotten whispers, and ghostly howls echoed through cleverly hidden speakers. Fake blood stained the walls, and severed hands occasionally reached out from inside the fake panels, startling unsuspecting guests.
Alex, dressed as Vlad the Unholy, the suavest version of Dracula to ever exist, swept through the room with a confident stride. Her sharp suit and high-collared cape were offset by the glint of red in her eyes and fangs that flashed whenever she grinned. She rizzed up both boys and girls alike, making dramatic gestures and offering a mock bite to the bravest ones.
"You dare challenge the Dark Prince of Romania?" she cooed to a group of blushing girls—and two equally flustered boys. "Very well. Step forward and offer your necks."
"Alex, tone it down!" Rose hissed, storming over with her tray of gory desserts. Wrapped head to toe in mummy bandages and covered in theatrical dust, she tried to maintain a spooky aura—only to be met with a squeal of "She's so cute!" from a passing group of kids.
"I swear I was going for terrifying!" she grumbled, stomping away as her wrappings trailed behind her.
Catherine, meanwhile, lounged seductively in her bloodstained nurse outfit, one leg crossed over the other, twirling a toy syringe between her fingers.
"I treat only the dead." she purred to a guest who nervously ordered a 'severed finger.'
Natalie floated around with a palette and brush, doing last-minute touch-ups and taking photos of everyone. "If someone doesn't submit this to a horror magazine, I'm suing." she declared.
But the real star of the café? The menu.
Organs, limbs, blood—every dish was a macabre masterpiece. Eyeballs made of lychee panna cotta, severed fingers crafted from sponge cake, and small dark red velvet "hearts" oozing chocolate ganache. The drinks served were mocktails named things like Witch's Brew, Plasma Punch, and Brain Slush.
Guests screamed, took photos, recoiled in horror… then lined up for seconds.
"Being from a family of bakers does have its use." The girl in-charge of the baking team grinned.
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Meanwhile, Class B's Maid Café was a completely different kind of chaos.
"Welcome home, my lady~" Daman said with a mechanical smile, bowing politely as a group of swooning girls squealed in unison.
He wore a frilly black-and-white maid outfit, complete with lacy sleeves and cat ears clipped into his slightly long, neatly styled hair. The dress clung tightly to his tall, broad-shouldered frame, the fabric straining slightly around his well-defined arms.
Around him, several girls had all but stopped breathing, openly staring like they were witnessing a rare celestial event. Some tried to discreetly take a photo—but failed.
If he had to rate his emotional stability at the moment, he'd say it was dangling from a cliff—by a thread, and that thread was fraying.
Daniel, on the other hand, was way too into it. His frilly skirt bounced as he spun toward a table, winking flamboyantly and batting his lashes. "Tea with extra sugar, sweetie?"
Everyone laughed. "You're our favorite, Dan!" came the chorus.
"Careful, you're starting to look like you enjoy this." Daman teased, handing a cup of tea to a customer.
"Shut up! I'm the manliest man here!" Daniel snapped.
"Right...."
Mike, the drama club's assistant head, played the perfect foil—cool, stoic, graceful in every move. His professionalism in a maid outfit made it even funnier somehow.
"I'm surrounded by degenerates..." he muttered under his breath as he refilled someone's tea.
"Smile more, Mike~!" Daniel called out, laughing as Mike glared.
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Meanwhile, Class C had transformed their wing into a magical realm of riddles and secrets. A fantasy-themed escape room with glowing glyphs, enchanted doorways, and with a line of excited participants waiting their turn.
"Only those who can solve the Dragon's Riddle may pass." a student dressed as a wizard proclaimed dramatically as the fog machines roared behind him.
Class D had taken a different approach—carnival-style games lined their area. From ring toss to haunted bottle shooting, their mini-game zone was a hit with both kids and adults.
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As the day progressed, the school grounds filled with life. Families, children, alumni, and curious townsfolk flooded in, each one in awe at the transformation. The laughter of children echoed in the air, mixing with the festive music and excited chatter.
Alex moved through the horror café like a queen of the night, occasionally hissing at startled guests and throwing winks at children who were brave enough not to cry. Despite the playful banter, she was in her element—confident, charismatic, and in control.
On the other hand, Daman had resigned to his fate. Despite his earlier complaints, he couldn't deny the effectiveness of the maid uniform. Girls kept returning, asking for photos or extra sugar in their tea.
Later, in the hallway, Alex bumped into Daman, while he was adjusting his outfit. They exchanged looks—hers smug, his dead inside.
"Don't say a word," he warned.
Alex leaned in. "Nice frills."
"I hate you," he deadpanned.
"Aww! Don't be like that, darling!" She hugged him tight. "Ah, tell me, how do I look?" She asked gleefully.
"Like a stereotypical Drakula." Daman replied.
"But still, I look sexy, ain't I?" She moved closer to his face, only for him to push her away.
"Yeah, yeah." He chuckled.
Eventually, the inevitable happened.
Julian, who was playing Oberon in the drama suggested a face-off between the two most popular cafés.
And so began the impromptu Rizz Showdown.
From Class A: Alex, Rose, and Catherine stepped forward, each in full costume.
From Class B: Daman, Dan, and Mike took the challenge, flipping their skirts and adjusting their bows.
A large crowd gathered around in seconds.
"Let's see who can attract the most votes!" someone declared.
Alex rolled her eyes. "This is dumb."
"Just go with the flow." Catherine said, already smirking as she leaned on Alex for effect, playing her flirtatious nurse to the max. Alex then acted like biting her neck, which earned squeals and screams.
"Look at your girlfriend flirting with Cat." Dan nudged Daman.
"Shut up."
Rose gave a dramatic growl, arms raised mummy-style—only to be hugged by three kids shouting, "You're so cuddly!"
Meanwhile, Daman simply winked, and two girls fainted on the spot. Dan danced his way into a group of boys and had them in stitches within seconds. Mike, as always, just stood still and blinked—and somehow drew more attention than anyone.
The participants didn't care much about the result—they were just having fun. The crowd cheered for both sides, and in the end, it was declared a tie. Everyone erupted into applause.
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As the sun began to dip behind the school's rooftops, the festival transitioned into something more magical.
Lights flickered on, lanterns floated across the courtyard, and music played softly through the speakers. Stalls continued to buzz with activity, laughter echoing into the night.
Later, the drama club would take the stage for their performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream, followed by Alex's piano piece to end the night.
But for now, the school had become a place of joy, chaos, and camaraderie.
It was a night to remember.