You can’t have a Halloween party with out a party crasher, and let’s face facts crashing a party you’re not invited to might be considered rather evil. With that note enter the evilest entity to ever step fourth in the land of the living the nefariously nefarious Mr. Scarie. Since no one in BUD has ever seen this being except for in their darkness of nightmares we shall be allotted just a bit of time to examine his appearance.

The man beast that is scary stands at an average height matter of fact he looks like mostly anyone you might encounter, so long as the encounter has you on the receiving end of a quick knife to the gut. Scarie is dressed a bit different then how he normally dresses. You see instead of wearing his regular suit he is wearing a red and black tuxedo one that looks like it’s something the devil would wear if he was wearing a tux. Of course Scarie knows for a fact that the devil would wear something in pink the devil has always loved womanly colors. With the suit Scarie is of course wearing his black leather gloves and the most important thing of it all. The tattered burlap sack mask over his head, the face on it has been sewed with a thick cord like thread and looks to resemble a human face only deformed and beat to hell. The man under the mask has never been seen and only his eyes hint at his humanity underneath. Most likely his lack of humanity is seen through the eyes, the windows of the soul. If only he was so lucky.

Scarie is not a member of BUD nor does he have any long term plans to wrestle here. Fact of the matter is Scarie is making the rounds to all Halloween parties because he sees it as a duty of his since he is the evilest thing in history. He also sees it as a duty to drown bags filled with kittens, and to push old ladies in front of buses. However that’s a story for another time. Walking towards the party Scarie can hear the ruckus inside and walks towards the guards with the list.

Guard: Who invited you?

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:: The party seems to be going quite good at this point, and we hear Shakira's 'Hips Don't Lie' beginning to pick up in the background, but there is another sound, a slight...buzzing sound so to speak. No one at the party really notices it at this point, but we can hear it only getting louder and louder. But, our attention isn't there, it's on Rebecca Rancid who is sitting there all alone with a drink in her hand. ::

[Rebecca Rancid] This party is ridiculous, it really is. Why did I come here?

:: One of the Leaky guards heard this, and walked over taking a seat next to the young woman. ::

[Leaky Guard] What's wrong with you boo?

[Rebecca Rancid] Boo?

[Leaky Guard] Yeah.

[Rebecca Rancid] Well, what are you dressed as?

[Leaky Guard] Isn't it obvious?

[Rebecca Rancid] ... you're dressed in a suit.

[Leaky Guard] Oh, I guess you don't get it. I'm dressed up as The Man!

[Rebecca Rancid] The Man?

[Leaky Guard] Yeah, you know the guy who controls everything?

[Rebecca Rancid] Dick Che..

:: And, with that the buzzing sounds reaches it's breaking point, and Rebecca is cut off.. ::

[Leaky Guard] What the hell is that sound?

:: CRASH! ::

[Syck] OH FUCK!

:: And, with this a car is seen coming crashing into the party breaking down a wall, and some people thought it was part of the show, and some were scared shitless, in either case someone was here. As the dust cleared we saw a man hop out of the car dressed in a glittery pink dress with a pink boa to match, and the shoes as well. With a red wig with pony tails, and what would appear to be some make up the man stood there with a purse hanging off his arm. ::

[Syck] Who the hell is that?

:: Nearing towards the car, it was still hard to tell who it was, but then.. ::

[Syck] HUNTER!?

[Sean Hunter]

[Syck] What the hell did you do that for!?

[Sean Hunter] Do what?

[Syck] ...crash into my house.

[Sean Hunter] I have no clue what you're talking about.

:: Syck just double blinks at Hunter, and Hunter's emotions haven't changed one bit. Pushing the boa around his neck it now laid towards his back. ::

[Sean Hunter] Hmm, seems people got a bit of a surprise by my entrance. I think I still got it.

[Syck] I'd say so.

[Sean Hunter]

[Syck] Stop that.

[Sean Hunter] Stop what?

[Syck] YOU KNOW WHAT!

:: Sean took a step back in his hot pink high heels. ::

[Sean Hunter] Geez, calm down big guy, I'm sorry if my appeal gives you a boner.

[Syck] ...

[Sean Hunter]

[Syck] I SAID STOP IT!

[Sean Hunter] I don't recall that.

[Syck] ...

[Sean Hunter] Anyway, I already got a couple beers in me, because I remember what happened that one time.

:: Syck then began to laugh at Sean. ::

[Syck] You know I love you.

[Sean Hunter] Yeah..

:: Heh. ::

[Sean Hunter] ..I wish I could say the same.

[Rebecca Rancid] SEAN BENJAMIN HUNTER!!

:: EEEK! ::

[Sean Hunter] Err...is that you Ms. Streisand?

[Rebecca Rancid] You're a bastard, you know that, right?

[Sean Hunter] Yeah, I know.

:: (H) ::

[Sean Hunter] So, do you like the outfit?

:: Sean then raises his arms up spinning around once like a ballerina. ::

[Rebecca Rancid] ...you need to shave your armpits.

[Sean Hunter] Nah, the thong was enough.

:: To quote a brilliant man... LOL ::

[Rebecca Rancid] That's absolutely disgusting, I hope you know that.

:: Sean then turns around flipping up his dress, and Rebecca jumps back, and so does Syck as he's still hovering around there somewhere. ::

[Rebecca Rancid] I.. did ..not need to.. see that.

[Sean Hunter] I could show you my penis like the good ole times?

[Syck] NO NUDITY HERE GODDAMN IT!

[Rebecca Rancid] On the rag, are we, Syck?

[Syck] Go play with your boyfriends genitals some more, how about that?

[Rebecca Rancid] ... bitch.

[Syck] ..dyke.

:: Oh, and there it was. IT WAS ON! But, luckily Sean came between the two holding them back. ::

[Sean Hunter] You two don't have to fight over lil' ole me. You can both can have me.

:: Locking each of their arms with his they continued on through the party. ::