[Accidental Video/Action]

[theothermrgray]

[The feed starts abruptly with a shaky shot of the hallway floor, a dropped mask, a candy wrapper, and Dorian's shoes. Poor Dorian fumbles about with the camera in a panic as it quickly pans up to one of the mirrors.]

[Dorian's phone, floating in the air, is the only thing that's being reflected. Judging by the shaken muttering, Dorian's freaked out at the moment.]

How do you turn this thing around?! There's a button somewhere-

[The feed goes dark for a second before cutting to a shot of Dorian holding the phone. He looks noticeably pale and lifeless, much to his horror. His clawed hand pulls his upper lip away for a moment so we can all see his long, sharp fangs.]

... AAAARGH!

[Dorian drops the camera, but we can still hear him panicking.]

Dear god, WHAT'S HAPPENED TO ME?!

[And the feed finally cuts out.]

[Thanks to the Wonderland candy grossly misinterpreting Dorian's masquerade costume, he's stuck as a vampire for the rest of the day. While it's still light out, you might find him hiding in the closets or wherever it's dark, out of fear that the sun's rays might kill him. In the evening, when he's not attending Mettaton's Halloween party, he's either attempting to figure out what vampiric powers he has or trying way too hard to resist the urge to drink people's blood. Somebody should tell him he can get blood from the kitchen.]

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daytime

[mcgucket]

[Fiddleford had just been coming to look around in the kitchens of the mansion here, curious to see what it might have today... but, when he opens one of the large kitchen cabinets here...]

Good heavens, what in tarnation are you doin' in a place like this?

[Hello strange person we have found hiding in here, care to explain what's going on?]

This is the worst introduction ever.

[theothermrgray]

HISS!

[... Sorry, that was a knee-jerk reaction from a frightened, newly turned vampire. Give him a minute to calm down and try that introduction again.]

Please close the door... I'm cursed...

ahahaha oh dear

[mcgucket]

[Dorian kind of gets his wish granted immediately judging by how poor Fidds here screams and nearly slams the door back closed in the other's face in reaction to that hiss.

However, once Dorian is calmer and speaks again, Fidds does pause outside the door of the cabinets rather than taking this cue to just leave him there.]

C--cursed? What d'ya mean? [Should he be concerned, should he go and get help...]

[theothermrgray]

[Nice job, you managed to hit Dorian's forehead with the door. He quietly moans and rubs the bruised area when he heard the other man speak.]

[Oh, good. Maybe he could help. Dorian's not going to open the door because of the harmful light, but he'll just talk anyway. Bad form, but it can't be helped.]

Ah... Well, you see, I was on my way to a friend's Halloween party, dressed in an elegant masquerade costume, when I came across a bowl of candies placed in the hall. I was feeling a bit peckish, so I sampled a humbug... And the next thing I know... Er...

[He kind of turned into a vampire. Somehow.]

[mcgucket]

[First murderous children, now candy that turns you into a vampire. Wonderful.]

Ah, well... I can't imagine hidin' here in these cabinets is gonna make'ya feel any better, so maybe you should try to head on back to your room instead of goin' to the party?

[theothermrgray]

Ah...

[But... He wants to party.]

I already promised Mettaton I would go. After all, I do happen to be a friend of his.

[He feels a sudden dryness in his throat, but he pays it no mind... For now.]

[mcgucket]

And yet, here we are inside the kitchen cupboards like an old church mouse.

[Said a little dryly, but... now that he thinks about it, vampires supposedly don't like light, do they? Or at least that's what the stories say about them.]

Are you gonna wait 'til it gets dark before movin' out of there?

[theothermrgray]

[Dorian chuckles, a bit wearily. Sunlight is the worst thing for vampires.]

I suppose... Unless you have any better ideas.

[mcgucket]

Well if this party isn't until late, you won't have to worry about missin' it, but hidin' in here all day is mighty inconvenient.

[Hrm...]

Maybe we could try coverin' the windows in here? [Would that actually work though?]

[theothermrgray]

Hm... I think it starts at a late hour...?

And yes... Mmn. There should be curtains on them, right? [Or blinds, though Dorian has never heard of those.]

[mcgucket]

Looks like it. Lessee here...

[Fiddleford will go check and make sure that the blinds are closed as well as moving any curtains that might be on these windows over to cover those. Once he's certain that there shouldn't be any outside sunlight creeping in...]

Okay, I think that should do it?

[The kitchen light is still on though because Fiddleford still needs to be able to see here, but that shouldn't be a problem for Dorian, right?]

[theothermrgray]

[Dorian cracks the door open and slowly sticks out a hand...]

[Oh, good. He's not burning to death. He carefully climbs out of the cupboard and shuts the door behind him.]

That is much better... Thank you.

[This fellow doesn't look half bad, for someone who seems to be nearing middle age... Wait, was that Dorian's lust or his hunger? It's hard to tell.]

[mcgucket]

You're welcome. I'm, ah... sorry about slammin' the door in your face earlier, but at least now you're not havin' to hide in that there cabinet anymore?

[theothermrgray]

I suppose...

[Dorian seems a bit distracted. In fact, he seems to be eyeing Fiddleford's jugular vein.]

[mcgucket]

[... Yeah, okay, now he's noticing that something's up here.]

Should I ask why you're starin' at me like that?

[theothermrgray]

[Ack! He hadn't realized how creepy he was being! Okay, Dorian, focus on something other than the other man's tasty blood.]

Mmn... I don't think I've seen you around the mansion before. Are you new?

[Nailed it.]

[mcgucket]

[Still kind of suspicious here, but...]

You could say that, yeah.

[This is only his second or third week here, so he probably is considered "new" in that regard.]

[theothermrgray]

I see... Have you found yourself a room yet?

[Dorian cocks his head to the side, innocently, as he inches closer to Fiddleford...]

[mcgucket]

I have: Stanford helped me find a place to stay after I arrived here.

[Does that name ring a bell, by any chance?]

[theothermrgray]

[Dorian pauses to think, putting a hand up to his mouth. Partially to stop himself from attacking the other man, though the urge was slowly growing stronger.]

[Stanford, Stanford... Was he at the Hogwarts event? No that was StanLEY, though he heard that fellow had a brother in Ravenclaw...]

... Sorry, I'm not sure I know the man by name. Could you give me a description? It's more likely we were never properly introduced.

[mcgucket]

He's... ah, he's one of the older gentleman you might've seen here, in his sixties now I think? [... Our best friend is thirty years older than us now good lord] He wears glasses, and likes to wear a trench coat regardless of what the weather is like for some reason or another.

[... Also he has six fingers too, that's also a thing but our friend's fashion sense is totally more noteworthy.]

[theothermrgray]

[You don't need six fingers to remind Dorian of the Knife-Bot incident.]

Wasn't he with Dr. Alphys recently?

I think I might have seen him.

[mcgucket]

Yeah, that's him... I guess you saw that monstrosity of theirs that they built, too.

[Or at least he assumes that's what Dorian is thinking of here since that's how Fiddleford found out his friend was here, by seeing the video of him and Alphys with the Knife-bot.]

[theothermrgray]

I did. And if I remember correctly, there were multiple monstrosities.

[There were many knife-bots. MANY KNIFE BOTS.]

Is that what normally happens when mad scientists get bored? No offense.