He wears some fake demon horns and tail he got back when he was a registered healer for the hero tower to wear on Halloween. It was a joke him and Drista made. The healer dresses as a demon and the chaos hero as a angle.
"Draw some eyes on your face! Yah, so we can be part of the Halloween experience! We are always watching." The voices spout overly excited the it's Halloween.
"Let's go, there may be some cool decorations and costumes that we can see. Plus the quicker we leave the sooner I can help y'all have y'all little Halloween costumes using my face." He try's to cox the voices to quit down. He laughs at the weirdness of him having to be someone else costume.
He leaves the tent looking at the plastic skull that he put out on the front of the tent.
"Yah, let's get this party a going! Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" The voices screech bringing back the E chant.
He walks to the tube line. There's a few people that are dressed up, but not many. The coolest one in his opinion has to be one of Siren. The way he knows it isn't the real Siren is lack of armor and the chicken wings on the person's hips. It is funny seeing someone that is dressed like Siren with chicken wings.
The other people that are dressed up seem to be dressed in costumes you can find at Walmart.
The tube line flies by stopping perfectly to drop off the people on it and pick people up. There isn't many people coming off the train today. Most likely having a company sponsored Halloween party.
It quickly becomes time for the people boarding the tube to get on. He goes quicker than normal feeling the thunderstorm of energy that the excitement of the voices steers up. He wants to laugh at how the voices are so excited for Halloween that they give him the energy to fight XD or die trying.
He takes a seat by the door feeling like a king doing so. Even though it isn't his first time sitting by the doors since it is usually the only place he sits on his ride back to Logninshire it's the knowledge that there was a good chance that he may not be able to get this seat that counts.
The train stops and he shots up going to the doors. But to his surprise the doors do not open. The confusion is settled when he hears a explosion. His ears ring like church bells and his vision goes for a short swim before returning.
He turns to where the explosion came from and sees the upper part of the tube blown to shit. Yah safe to say he was right on where it came from. People with jack-ó-lantern masks jump down from the gap in gap.
"Everyone stay where y'all are and no one gets hurt!!" One of the yell.
He decides to push fate a bit by hitting the bottom part of the door. To his luck it seems like they fucked up the door controls because the door opens up.
He pretended to hide behind his seat, but in all reality he slips through the open door to the rails. Some of the people that were going to L'manburg with him look at the door like he just did the dumbest, but bravest thing they have ever seen. He crouches so he's partly under the tube.
He does this till he makes it to the front of the tube. He never knew that there was so much shit in the tube line till he had to be knee deep in the shit.
To his absolute dismay it seems that they thought ahead for if anyone escaped, because there was someone standing in-front of the train with a jack-ó-lantern mask. He softly walks past them unluckily being noticed by them because of a mouse.
"Didn't the other tell you rats to stay on the train!" The person yells, pointing a gun at him.
Fuck so this will be harder than it needs to be. He grabs a piece of scrap metal using it as a riot shield.
He hears a few bullets hit the metal before he closes the distance. He strikes a vital point one the arm that the man uses to pull the trigger. He sweeps the person's legs from under them and is about to crush in their chest before he stops himself.
Why was he about to harm the person like that? He doesn't usually do that.
"Your growing a blood lust." One of the more helpful voices answer.
That is actually most likely it. Even if he wishes it isn't so.
He snaps out of his thoughts. Continuing his walk out of the underground. This time a little faster in hopes that he doesn't have to fight more and develop a bigger blood lust.
But this isn't a fair tail and the disarmed people screams out to their partners in crime.
He bolts not caring if his feet hitting the ground is heard all through out the tube line.
All he wanted to do was see some cool costumes. Why did whatever god that is out there decide to do this to him. Was that to much to ask for in this hell bent city?
"Because it's more interesting than you walking around the city looking at people dressed up as zombies and skeletons. And you that is to much to ask." The voices answer.
"Well no shit. It's all y'all talk about." He barks back.
He's honestly surprised that none of the weird jack-ó-lantern people have cot up to him yet. Well that's that's till he sees the platform in the distance.
How the hell did he get here so quickly? This is like. Faster than the tube usually does.
"That's the benefit of having us. We can enhance one's ability's like smell, strength, agility, sight, hearing, and inference based on the amount of blood we are given. Since you have been jokingly offering blood to the blood god for years now without us using this power it has been building up for a while." The voices explain like a collage professor.
"Wait, y'all said once that y'all were Demi-gods and now you say me offering blood to the blood god gives y'all power. So does that mean y'all are Demi-gods of blood? He questions, putting the piece together out loud.
"Wow, smart thinking Sherlock Homes." The voices remark.
"Hey! I'm the one dealing with finding out I have Demi-gods that are tied to war in my head! So if you will be so kind. Shut up!" He whisper screams hopping onto the platform.
He can hear ambulances and shit outside.
"Fuck I would look suspicious if I got out there unharmed. Well -he goes to a wall putting his head and hands on it- blood for the blood god!" He cheers.
He hears the voices start to panic realizing when he jerks his head back what he is about to do.
He smashes his head in to the stone wall repeatedly. He feels the ruff texture of the stone cut his skin. Blood seeps down his face tracing his fetchers. He tastes the iron taste of his own blood on his lips.
He laughs knowing that even with all the damage he is doing to his body. He is still specifically making sure to not cause permanent damage. Dream and their stupid power keeping him from ending his own life or causing himself permanent damage.
He pulls his head off the wall. This time stumbling to a vending machine in the tube line.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! What the hell kid! Are you suicidal or something! We've known he's suicidal since the tower incident where he jumped off a building and luckily fell into a lake! It's the reason that Dream gave him a no killing himself or causing himself permanent damage rule! The voices scream, worry lining all their words. Someone go tell the pig!"
He grabs two water bottles from a vending machine. Dumping one onto the bloody wall. It isn't the best cleaning solution, but it will do.
He slides down the wall opening the other water bottle. He drinks it hoping the extra water will help with him not having low blood pressure. Even if he knows it will do little if it even does anything. He leans his head up putting pressure to the wound. He may be a little suicidal but bleeding out is not the way he wants to go.
He sits there for XD knows how long before he gets up. He stumbles to the stairs walking up them. He knows he could most likely force himself to walk like he isn't bleeding out but the whole point of harming himself was to look like a normal person that just escaped from a terroirs attack. He stumbles up the stairs. Swaying a bit.
"Help! Help! Some please!" He yells, partially truthful in his want for help. Like a child.
He hears commotion from above. Good, they hear him. He sees a police officer run down. They pull out their Walky-tally.
"Hey there's someone down here that needs medical attention! The police yells into the walky-talky. They strap it back onto their belt running to him. The police hoist his arm around their shoulders. They help him up the stairs.
"This is a shit way to spend Halloween." He jokes, trying to make humor of his situation.
"Yah, it is." The police officer says, most likely thinking that he has became delusional from blood loss and or brain damage.
"Bitches had the audacity to wear jake-ó-lanterns on their heads as masks." He spits out with a smile.
He realizes he might actually be becoming delusional and usually he would snap himself out of it by biting the inside of his cheek to ground himself but it helps with the hole 'he got hurt' thing. He closes his eyes and when he opens them again he's being put on a stretcher.
It's comfy.
He loses conscience again.
When he awakens he finds himself in a hospital bed. He has a massive head ache. As well as in one of those hospital gowns.
It freaks him out a bit to be in something that makes it hard to fight. He looks at the clock on the wall.
Two days before the average amount of time the normal person awakens from head injury of this severity.
This is the one time he hates the fact that Dreams abuse has made him super human.
Before he can decide if he should just go back to sleep someone walks in. It's a bit scary that he didn't hear them, but he wasn't paying much attention so he most likely wasn't lessening. It seems like their a doctor meaning they will probably know that no average person should be able to brush off a injury of this severity.
He shuts his eyes hoping they didn't see them open.
"No need to pretend to be asleep. I can tell by your scars that your body is used to injury's of this kind." The doctor confesses.
He opens his eyes sitting up.
"You should be working in the hero tower if you can use scars to see how use the body is to different kinds of injuries." He compliments, waving a finger around like he's trying to prove a point.
"Thank you, that means a lot from the hero towers ex-healer." The doctor says, with a humble smile, coming closer.
His body freezes up and his eyes become cold.
"How do you know that? He questions, voice sharp. That isn't publicly disclosed information."
He examines the "doctor" more. They have puffy rainbow hair that becomes white and brown at the tips. They have a big build most likely jacked.
"I'm not a real doctor as you may of guessed. I'm a hero turned villain, Tommy Wastaken." The villain admits.
He has to physically keep himself from shooting off the bed at the words.
"What could you possibly want from me. If you used to be a hero you would know that Dream couldn't give two shits about me. He snarls.
"I wanted to meet the kid that healed Ender and Blade." The villain says easily.
It doesn't seem like their lying, but they definitely aren't telling the whole truth.
"That isn't all of it, is it? He asks bluntly.
"Smart kid, well I guess I could tell you. I was wondering what is your intentions for healing. Is it only the syndicate that you heal or is it something more specific or broad? The villain asks.
"Well it's quite simple. I heal anyone that needs help weather that be Blade, 404, or even Dream. He admits not really caring how the villain's smile drops hearing that he would heal Dream. Thought I do have people I prefer healing over others."
"You really are a kid aren't you?" The villain asks, with a soft but sad smile.
"Never had that luxury and never will." He states like it's a given fact.
The villain gives him a sad look. The villain looks at the time.
"I should be on my way. The real doctor will be here any minute. The villain says. My villain name is Captain.
With that Captain leaves.
He sits there a bit before sighing. He will probably regret telling Captain his true reason for healing but that is future him's problem. Isn't this a great way to spend Halloween. Maybe he can swindle the doctors into letting him out early and pretend the blood is part of his costume when he gets out. Yah he'll try that.