[ WP ] This year you went all out on your Demon Halloween costume . While bar hopping downtown another guy in a very realistic demon costume invites you to a private demon themed party , you soon come to realize they are not costumes .

*Just handle your shit. Keep breathing... * 
 
 Who was he following? The predator/lizard? He'd never seen anything like this, not on any cosplay, comicon, bdsm, or anything this side of Hollywood. Everywhere he looked since they had come into this space... was this the Tunnel? It was way bigger than that place had been, and he was reasonably sure he was not in Manhattan. The acid was really strong, he would definitely not need the other tab. He steeled himself against the panic. This was fucking incredible wherever he was, and it was after all, his element... 
 It seemed like everyone was checking him out even though his must be *the least* impressive costume out of everyone here. The fog machines stank to hell but it more or less fit the bill. 
 
 *This is like a performance group or something, this is some shit right here. Everyone is definitely looking at me. * 
 
 He looked again for his host, but he could n't even say what he had looked like. They had both stood out flamboyantly at the party before, but now, he just knew that these folks put on the real dill right here. 
 Again the flash of fear. Plus a fully fleshed out hallucination of this actually being not a costume party at all. He repeated his mantra. 
 
 *Just handle your shit. Keep breathing... * 
 
 Everyone was definitely looking at him.
