A Sexy Bleach Choose-Your-Own Halloween Adventure
Chapter #7
Even though it might be the creepiest option on paper, you know, because of the dead people, at least there’s nothing that’s supposed to be living in a cemetery. This way if you see any movement, you’ll at least know for sure that you’re dealing with one of the undead. Or something. This idea might have sounded better in your head.
As you walk past headstone after crumbling headstone you try to keep your eyes away from the engraved names, careful not to step on anyone’s grave. Your feet swish through the tall wet grass as you try to keep your heart rate at a reasonable tempo. This graveyard is a lot bigger than you had first assumed. You are mostly successful at maintaining your steely resolve until an owl hoots from the hollow of a nearby tree, sending you rocketing in the opposite direction. Your frenzied rush ends when you trip over a half-buried tombstone and crash face first into something hard, knocking you onto your butt in the dirt.
As the stars clear from your vision you realize that the thing your face just collided with was a chest. The chest of a man. The chest of a man with electric blue hair, very sharp teeth, and a wide grin on his face. The hand he extends to help you up is large and clawed. You look into GRIMMJOW THE WERECAT’S bright turquoise eyes and
-Shriek at a pitch only dogs can hear and scramble away on your hands and knees as fast as you can. This cemetery can keep its mysterious beautiful men to itself. (Go to #18)
-Take his hand, allowing him to help you to your feet. Hello handsome. (Go to #19)