All Hallow’s Eve, while not a holiday of their Goddess, was still a well known and respected holy day. A day where souls of the dead would pass on; a day the undead would reflect upon their existence, a day where people dressed up as other people and monsters.
It was a day of treats, both physical and visceral. After all, an excuse to dress up in outfits even more outside of the norm without having people bat an eye at it was something few could resist. Heck, at the front of the Church, the priestesses were conducting mass in costume. Rose smirked, wondering if they would figure out where those outfits came from but at least they were safe from legal teams as long as it fell under parody. Rose, in the meantime, dressed like a similarly named character whose gothic lolita red riding hood motif fit nicely for those ignorant about crossovers.
It was a day of tricks, as Rose Quartz skipped down the hall smiling. After all, she loved this day! What other day of the year could one coerce candy from other people under the threat of malicious pranks while concealing your identity? Well, legally that is.
“WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!” Clear Quartz shouted in literal stereo as the walls and floors themselves shook from the vibrations. She always did have the biggest pipes in the band and the physically pulsating sound waves indicated her rage. It queued Rose’s exit from the area, sliding the 4th wall back in place behind her, Rose felt the pixelations of the transition flowing through her. The digital plane would be a good place to hide out today, at least while the rest of her tricks resolved themselves over the course of the day - night time was candy time. Besides, while Akita was busy with the masses, the other digital resident, Nyela-chan, was always good for a laugh, even if she was a little too straight laced for her own good.
“Nyela-chan!” Rose shouted as she glomped the cyber security uh… cyborg? Whatever she was. The classifications had gotten way too confusing ever since her revival. Still, the digital plane wasn’t exempt from the festivities. If anything, the plane was an amplified echo of the physical realms as digital pumpkins and pixel blackish orange streamers covered, well, everything.
Nyela-chan was dressed up as well, her current outfit befitting… wait what? Rose paused, looking over Nyela’s outfit. Her eyes wandered up and down as Nyela was sweating under the scrutiny. “Nyela, what are you supposed to be?” Rose asked sweetly, wondering why she was dressed like a slutty housewife.
“Mistress Lavini suggested the Mommy outfit as a respected undead from her homeland,” Nyela said as she fluffed out the strings of her apron that barely covered anything. “I ran a digital inquiry and this came back as the standard for Mommies on All Hallow’s Eve. Did I do something wrong?”
“Mummies, Mommies, who am I to judge,” Rose shrugged as she pondered how she could take advantage of this mix up. - (well, besides taking pictures of course.) “Well I’m heading out. I’ll see you late-… what the heck is that??”
Just as she was about to leave, the gate clouded over as a massive incoming packet blocked the path. The Church’s digital network plane only had one public portal to the Planar Wide Lattice. While Rose was sure Akita had some back portals, she had yet to find them. As such, everyone including her had to go through this main server hub to access the entrance/exit. Still, the hub gate was fairly large. In the physical world, it would be roughly the size of a standard street width, allowing for quick communications. This packet, whatever it was, was bloated as heck as its pixelated bytes were obviously leaking, taking up the whole stream.
“Stop and prepare for inspection!” Nyela shouted as the massive pixelated packet slowly… was it moving? Oh, there was some motion alright. It very very very… slowly approached the gate. “Stop!” Nyela repeated as she ran in front of the object. Her hands outstretched in a stop motion as the gate closed behind her. Meanwhile the object's visual representation gradually processed. Somehow, it’s image managed to lag behind it’s cumbersome movement.
“Maybe it’s an old ZIP??” Rose wondered as she walked around poking the pixelated leaks of the giant object as it came to a halt just before the gate. “What do you think Nyela-chan?”
Rose looked around the gate wondering where Nyela had gone, only to realize her twitching arm was now sticking out from underneath the object. How did she get run over by it? It had to be transmitting at like 56 bytes per second! After several blunders, she managed to pull Nyela out from under the object, which was of course recorded for future blackmail. Still, this gave the object the time it needed to finish loading it’s image display, which was just a nondescript grey shell layer, looking like a building sized egg.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it then,” Rose said, intending to check the various halloween specials going on.
“I’ll deem you a virus and kick you out if you don’t submit to a full scan!“ Nyela shouted at the packet, blushing in embarrassment at having effectively been DOSed even if it was an accident. Despite her threat though, her push requests bounced off the packet's shells in sparkles of pixelated light.
“I think that’s the wrong protocol,” Rose sighed before stopping at the exit, turning around as she approached Nyela. Since Nyela was even further temporally displaced then her so it was no surprise she didn’t recognize the request method for this packet.
“Looks like it’s using a Soul Formulated Transportation Protocol. This sort of design was in the works around when I got stoned. I had heard of it but I never expected to see it live considering how outdated it is by current standards,” Rose said as she inspected the packet.
“Is that why it’s so degraded?” Nyela asked puzzled before doing a double-take as she stared at Rose. “Why are you licking it?!”
“I’m just tasting the source code,” Rose said, standing back up. “It’s likely been bouncing around, getting rejected at various gates since no one knows how to process it nowadays.”
“Ah… Then shouldn’t we ship it back to the original sender?” Nyela nodded both weirded out by her behavior and impressed by Rose’s knowledge.
“Where to? The outer shell is degraded to the point that it’s lost most of its authentication” Rose said as she touched her tongue “I don’t think the standard push requests will work but…” Rose paused before she reached into her personal pocket.
“Well I can’t leave it inside without knowing what it is. It could be a virus or worse,” Nyela replied strictly, pausing to wonder why and how Rose managed to pull a giant mallet from between her boobs.
“With these old ones, sometimes you just gotta brute force it,” Rose said, winding up and then bringing down the mallet upon the packet with destructive force. The shell of the packet flared in silver arcane light before suddenly shattering in a flare of pixels. “See, easy peasy.”
The sputter of pixelated aetheric clouds spilled out of the packet, flooding the area. “COUGH COUGH! What took you so long? This was supposed to be instantaneous,” A gruff voice started berating them right as the packet was still in the process of opening. As the pixelated clouds parted, it revealed what amounted to an amorphous white blob of pixels shouting at them. No wait, that was still some leftover pixelated clouds. As they finally cleared up, the figure revealed themselves to just be some pale, fat, middle aged wizard dude. Maybe not that fat. It was just the way the plain white robes flared and the wide brim hat sagged that made him seem wide and chubby. Well, that and his receding hairline and graying beard.
“Well, what are you waiting for? It was obviously a success, so send me back now.” The figure shouted at them trying to wave the last vestiges of the pixelated clouds out of his face.
“Identify yourself or face quarantine procedures,” Nyela said mechanically,with a no-nonsense tone of voice.
“What are you talking about? It is I, the Great Wizard Makkay Bulshyn.” Makkay said, only to get blank stares back as neither recognized him. “Wait, you two aren’t mages.”
“We are not. You are at the digital server gate for the Church of Alivanous,“ Nyela said, pausing as a digital screen flashed in front of her.
“Damn, did I mess up the coordinates…? Did we mix up the yotta or xeta variable, when-...” Makkay began to ramble, clearly lost in his thoughts.
“You can call me Magical Idol Rose Quartz, over there is the Server Knight Nyela,” Rose shouted with enthusiasm as she shook the hand of Makkay, breaking him out of his thoughts. “Was that package layer part of your All Hallow’s Eve costume? Sorry about breaking it but it wasn’t responding correctly.”
“Why would the layer be a part of a costume?? What does that infernal All Hallow’s Eve saying have to do with anything? That damn necromancer holiday isn’t for a few more months!” Makkay shouted, trying to shake off Rose’s grip but not succeeding. “Wait, what’s today’s date?”
“It’s All Hallow’s Eve, duh...” Rose said winking as her hand displayed all the festive decorations around them while Makkay finally dislodged his hand.
“Damn... I must have mistimed it too. What a mess up,“ Makkay grumbled, looking a bit paler as his skin seemingly faded a bit “Sorry about the yelling girls. I don’t usually mess up this badly but if you could point me to the direction of the Pronce Royal Academy, that would be most helpful.”
“Aww you're going already? But wait… I know!!!! We could trick or treat together while getting you back!” Rose pouted before suddenly grabbing his and Nyela’s arms. “Come on Nyela, open up those Booble maps. We’re showing him around! First though, Miki-tan, you need a costume.”
“Child, is something wrong with your head?” Makkay said plainly. “I have no time for these trick or treat games. I’ll not wea-” his words were cut off however as Rose dragged him with her. “Let’s go!”
“Hmmm… Oh oh I know! Your costume is a magic experiment gone wrong! He’s the spook ghost fragment of a person long dead, so he’s actually just a magical ghost copy then!” Rose said thoughtfully yet innocently. “Don’t worry Miki-tan, I got your back!”
“B-b-but the server needs to be watched” Nyela tried to resist but found Rose's grip and excitement unrelenting and almost contagious as the urge to sing and dance welled up like an aura around her.
“That’s what the auto response basket is for!” Rose said, allowing no argument as she dragged the pair out the tunnel to the Planar Wide Lattice.
“Montage time!” Rose shouted as the lights to the Regional plane could be seen rapidly approaching just someone it looked like a spot light was on Rose.
“Wait, what? Montage?” Makkay tried to resist Rose’s grip but found it just as futile.
“Youknowwhenthewriterisbeinglazy(alongsidetheeditor)andinsteadofwritingoutafullsizedstorywhereIgraduallyinstallthegreatnessofAllHallow’sEveinyouviaalengthytrickortreatingstoryline.Weinsteadarejustgoingtogetsnapshotsofthenextseveralhourstohighlightkeypointsandcomedicscenes,usuallyaddinginafeweastereggsandsuch,” Rose said at double speed before pausing to breathe in deeply. “With that established, let’s get this trip on the road!”
“Trick or treat! Selfie our sweets! Give us something good to tweet!!”
“Oh oh oh, the first picture is always the grumpy picture! You know, the one where it clearly looks like it won’t work out and it's futile.”
“I haven’t agreed to anything!”
“Are you sure an auto-response-macro will suffice?!”
“Next is the surprise OMG picture! Yeah, like that, with big wide eyes. You know, where all their expectations get blown away!” Rose shouted.
“What is that!?”
“We are in a decentralized Planar hub for this local continental plane. I admit, it is surprisingly festive.”
“When did this happen!? And what are those weird golem like things?”
“Those are remote terminals for CV sets, most people can’t physically access the digital planescape after all.”
“Now for random omake shots where they try to show a little bit of everything.”
“It’s amazing! How and when did they have the time to create something like this!?”
“Murh murh so good”
“Maybe mixing in some comedic shots and fanservice, right Miki?”
“There is no way I’m putting that-! No, let me go- Ack!! Unhand me, woman!!”
“Query, what’s a pantyshot?”
“Cameo scene where-, Oh hey Kura. No, I’m sticking with Quartz for now but I’ll consider making a guest appearance on the next show.”
“What’s that little crown thing on the golem?”
“That’s for premium users only.”
“Last up is the final montage shot where you're all in the Holiday mood now, having experienced countless hours of festive fun. With all of us back at the Church server gates looking pooped out.”
“Are you still at that? Fine, I’ll admit it. This trick or treating was more fun than I’ve had in ages but I really need to get back to my workshop,” Makkay said.
“Mmm, can I get more of those taffy sticks?” Nyela drooled, still enthralled by the candy she had received earlier.
“We passed the Pronce server like 4 or 5 shots ago, remember?” Rose said as she pointed to her album of photos. “The gates were doing standard trick or treat measures. Pronce University server didn’t find your lab so we submitted a query.“
“Oh right, cough! Damn gate bot… But I really need to check my lab!” Makkay said, looking sickly as his skin color was now as pale as his robe. He stumbled, only to get caught by the ever vigilant Nyela.
“I don’t think you look so good, Miki-tan. Just wait here for the query we submitted. It should be finished soon,” Rose said as a digital golem appeared to hand them a letter. “See, just in time! Let’s see, blah blah… the information query has been completed, blah blah... According to the query, the great wizard Makkay Bulshyn was an Archmagus located in Pronce. He is recorded with several academic breakthroughs as the creator of the spatial spellcraft FTP and SFTP transmission. However, he passed away over 93 years ago and his lab no longer exists.”
“Wait what!? I am Makkay Bulshyn! I know who I am! I was working on a new design for the soul fragmization and the testing... no, it couldn’t be… But… hmm… If the transient metaphysical digitization…” Makkay began to ramble as Nyela helped him up. “Ah… actually, yes yes, that makes sense. We were in the middle of creating a digitization method, so the spell would have copied over a fragment of the soul.” Makkay paused, looking at his hands as the paling began to increase. “Huh, so I’m really just the copy, aren’t I. Without the compression of the packet, the magical energy comprising my existence is being used up.”
“I have maybe an hour left before I fade,” Makkay said, examining himself. “But hearing that I accomplished the spatial spellcraft is quite satisfying. It’s kind of sobering to realize you're just a clone but it’s like a great weight has left my shoulders... You already knew, didn’t you?” Makkay paused to glance at Rose.
“NOOO MIKI!! DON’T LEAVE US!!!!” Rose cried out, hugging the old ghost tightly. “There’s so much more candy to try and selfies to take!! Beside there are plenty of ways to format a compression package layer and link it to a source.”
“Now, now, it’s ok. We’ve only known... wait what…” Makkay said as he hugging Rose back before taking in her last sentence.
“Oh yeah, magitech has developed a lot in the past 100 years, especially thanks to Akita and others. It’s mostly limited for the masses but hey! Who cares about that,” Rose said nonchalantly as she pulled up her SIN-A-RAWR program.
“Rose, the spell’s formula has expired. Are you sure it’s ok to use that?” Nyela pointed to the big X on the display screen in front of them.
“No, not my license! Y-y-you monsters!” Rose shouted and screamed in tears before simply hitting the exit button and closing the screen and acting like nothing had happened as the rest of the spell-o-gram pulled up. “See? Good to go!”
“Are you sure she didn’t get dropped on the head as a child?” Makkay whispered overly loud towards Nyela, who seemed lost in thought about it for a moment before finally replying “I believe Mistress Akita did mention that they dropped one of the quartz pieces down the mountain side when importing it... By accident of course.”
“What are you two doing? Come on, let's get this show on the road! I still got the physical plane trick or treating to do!” Rose shouted.
“So how does this work, Rose?” Makkay hesitantly said while looking over the spell-o-gram almost a hundred years more advanced than his own knowledge. The intricate arcane formulas forming circular glyphs all around him.
“I don’t know. I got it off the blackest of markets.” Rose said as she hit some more buttons.
“Wha-hurruk!” Makkay’s words were cut short as the spell-o-gram wrapped around him suddenly but tightly, constricting the aetheric air right out of him.
“You know the Smoke Commericalmas sales, where you buy more than you’ll ever need? You know what I mean, right?” Rose said, looking towards Nyela for confirmation.
“Yes… my commericalmas bonus... all gone...I don’t regret it but… I really do,” Nyela replied, nodding in solemn understanding
“Sooo, hmmm, I think we do the convert and compress options,” Rose said as the spell-o-gram was now fully enveloping Makkay. “Association types? UMU? RAWR? VZIP? LEWD? 69L? XXX? Blah blah, whatever, yes to all.”
“Are you sure it’s ok to use SIN-A-RAWR? Isn’t that spell-o-gram mainly for compressing packages through intercontinental transit?” Nyela asked as she actually took the time to read through the tutorial section.
“It’ll be fine! Aether is aether, even if it’s from ectoplasmic origins. Just don’t say the four words,” Rose said with a finger on her lips.
“What four words?” Nyela’s head tilted in confusion.
“You know, ‘what could go wrong?’. Wait! Ah crap...” Rose gasped, looking around as if a curse had been set upon them. “Oh well…”
‘I regret… Well not everything. Rose did have a knack for getting under and through my skin even if it was a relatively short unlife. It had been a fun first and last day,’ Makkay thought as he heard Rose say the four words. The spell-o-gram symbology lit up as it began to compact him more and more. His ghostly aether was suddenly mashed into a tiny square box as he could only puzzle how he had not died in the process even as his senses were slowly getting deactivated. ‘Oh, right, ghost. Well, I could probably make a paper about this expe-”
Strangely, it was the last he could say as he could feel and sense that the aetherplasm of his existence was strained out of the box. The aether stretched out as it was suddenly strained and split into thousands of threaded strands. Each was him but at the same time just a portion of him. The aetherplasm was filled and repacked as the multithreads symbology inserted updates, improvements, spamware, and other aetheric authentication factors into the refurbished coils forming around the new core.
‘UMU’ it thought, after all, UMU was of divine providence and only a proper saber face would fit for those with UMU coding. The spell-o-gram threaded together the aetheric strands, forming a new shell face with pouty yet petite lips, cute yet sharp eyes, blond strands of genetically perfect saberness coded into existence.
“File name?” Rose paused before entering something else completely.
“Makkay Bulshyn was his full name. Where did you get Mikipedia from?” Nyela stated, confused.
“It’s cuter! Duh!” Rose said as if it was obvious.
‘RAWR’ it woofed, after all, animal language was of fluff and meows. Those with RAWR code needed a proper catalog of pussy pics stored everywhere inside their database. The database name established, it began to fill space under the UMU shell. While it had plenty of information already, there was still plenty of empty space which was promptly crammed full of pussy pics. Some extensions like a tail and ears would do for connection points cause one could never have enough pussy pics in stock.
“Conversion ratio?! What’s that?” Rose paused again before pushing the bar to the max “Whatever, max it out!”
‘LEWD’ it came, holding together each string of aether as flows of dere condensed through her forming limbs. Each fiber’s sensitive ratio was maxed out, as only those that could feel it all could understand LEWD codings. The aether moaned and groaned as it shuddered in visceral sensory overload.
‘VZIP’ it zipped, aether flowing, zipping together as the D-data was compressed into a pair of zipper seams. Click by click, the aether strands seemingly notched together forming the lips of her containment unit. The vagina fleshed out, the thoughts of V were zipped together tighter and the mounds of digital aether coalesced around the budding base, compressing into a pair of thick and bubbly mounds to ground it.
“Oh? what does that option do?” Nyela asked curiously at the pumpkin icon that had appeared on the corner of the screen.
“Oh neat! Holiday theme additions! Well spotted,” Rose said clicking, turning all the options on, I mean who could say no to free holiday themes?
‘69L’ it loved, aether flowed to the heart, the converted core of the new compression shell where each of the aether types would interweave in their understanding. It formed the newest pumpkin shaped core of self, the ghostly pale aether that flowed into it were alternatively striped orange and black, swirling as they were filled with the holiday energy.
“Oh yeah we needed a power source!” Rose said pausing to look around the room.
“What are you doing with that jack o’lantern?” Nyela could only blush as Rose jammed ‘****’ up it’s ‘*****’
‘XXX’ it **** **** ****** ******* ***** *** *** After all **** **** **** **** *** ***.
As she awoke, Mikipedia sure was something different. Not necessarily wrong but definitely different. Miki remembered that Rose had done something to her to fix her artificial soul degradation, had something gone wrong? No, she could feel the aetheric strands that composed her had been weaved to optimization. The aetherplasm that comprised her ghostly visage had been reenergized, her translucent shell glowing as orangey black veins of energy pulsated underneath. That left the question though: what was off? Mikipedia thought about her past. The formulaic arcanic knowledge was still there, along with random pussy poses she liked to mimic. She could recall the fact that she was an artificial ghost of a long dead witch who definitely had pussikin familiars, and that her name was Mikipedia which was still cute as all heck. Especially with those pussy faces umu.
“Umu nyan umu lewd AHHH Eechi!?” Miki shouted and moaned, before shaking her head to get the aether flowing within her newly formed head.
“Oh you're up! Rose headed out to prepare a physical body for you.” Nyela said clearly excited about something. “Mistress Akita said I could go trick or treating on the physical plane too!”
“Display Nyanla, please,” Miki said as she resisted the vertigo induced urge to puke her plasma everywhere.
As the display screen appeared, Mikipedia could only stare at herself in thought. Her pale ghostly skin has been revitalized, now containing an unhealthy shiny glow from the aetheric energy. Her petite height was about right for an UMU saberface. Her bust to ass ratio was perfectly symmetrical as it should be and the center waist ZIPPED tightly as a black witchs corset should. The holiday slutty pumpkin striped witch outfit looked so good. Even if she was just a ghost, she still made a sexy witch pussikins if she did say so herself.
So what was different? What was “MEOW!!!” Miki moaned in pleasure as Nyela had grabbed her lewd, err… hand, that was it! She needed t-
“Come on, we have more trick or treating to do.” Rose interrupted from nowhere as the pixelation of the digitization manifested across her body. The summon ritual pulled her aetheric container into the mortal realm, the aetherplasm filling into a wide rimmed glowing ball gown shape.
“The pumpkin shaped dress is a cute touch but aren’t I rather small?” Miki pouted as she couldn’t help but look up at Rose in the flesh. She had to be no bigger than a cat. Her image hadn’t really changed, the compression package effectively retained herself even in the transition. The only real difference was the ghostly ball of aetherplasm that had formed a wide floating trail around her waist.
“What dress?” Rose paused “I was in a bit of rush so I just plugged your ghost into the Jacko LED”
“Umu this is a real pumpkin, isn’t it…” Miki wanted to moan as she could feel the mushy wetness of the pumpkin’s innards filling her aetherplasmic self. She couldn’t help but imagine Rose’s tongue for some reason. “Well, we can do it that way too but for a first dat-” Miki blushed and winked at Rose just as she was interrupted again.
“Eh, we can figure something else out later. We’ve still got hours of trick or treating to do! Right girls?” Rose said, candy wagon in hand. There was nowhere in New Stepolis to hide from her tonight.
“Mmhmmm, I wonder if it tastes the same in the mortal realm” Nyela said having transmitted her mind into the corporeal golem body Akita had made for her.
“Sweet Ending Montage Time!”
“Wait what?!”
“Again?!”
“First selfie of the night shot!” Rose said, grabbing Nyela and Miki closely as they smiled. The flash getting interrupted as Pure Quartz dropped kicked Rose mid picture. Pure’s outfit was just pure lewd. Who knew she would wear something like that! Could it even be called wearing? After all it was *** **** **** **** ***.
“So L-l-lewd!!!”
“Where did you put my outfit!!”
“Cameo group picture with the super lewd Priestesses whose outfits are covered under parody and fair use so please don’t sue us!” Rose shouted as the various members of the Church of Alivanous grouped up in the front plaza for a picture. Bridget was that classic succubus M*RR*GIAN, Lavini was dressed as that bug bait K*M*, Akita was that slut C*TH*****, and oh the others were even worse! I mean, what were Zexa and Xeza thinking? Maybe Julia put them up to it but since they didn’t get an image Rose didn’t have to pretend to incidentally describe them. And let’s not even MENTION what Hestia was wearing! The horrors. Oh, the existential space horrors…
“Nyela stop drooling”
“Down girl! Down!”
“Town shot, Camoe’s of the OG crew and others in the background of the three of us trick or treating” Rose shouted as Miley yawned as she worked the night shift looking in place as the Vampire Cop on Main Street. Meanwhile a snappy looking reporter snapped a picture for the local paper wondering when his big break would come up to time.
“Hurry Up Rose!”
“Indeed we have more streets to hit”
“TRICK TIME! No not the face! Stop using me as a shield Miki!” Rose shouted as she was preemptively counter tricked by opposing and there fusion egg bombs. Damn it!! Royals kids always had the best toys.
“Rose is down I repeat Rose is down!”
“Where’s the back up!”
“Retreat!”
“LaSt SelFie of the zzzzZZZZZ” Rose collapsed in a pile with Nyela and Miki in a small pool worth of candy as the dawn of the morning cleansed away the magic of All Hallow’s Eve.
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