[ Matt's never cared for haunted houses. They lose their appeal when you can't see - though he supposes even blind people can get freaked out by a jumpscare. But Matt also has the unfortunate (fortunate?) talent of knowing when they're coming. He can hear the pistons working on the old scares, or when he'd go into the kinds with real actors, he'd hear them coming. There's not much fun.
So he gets dragged into this and he's not really looking forward to it. Another haunted house, another few minutes of walking through and pretending to enjoy himself. Too bad shit goes south real, real fast.
There's no real way to hide the fact that he's not your average blind guy. He can't stand there and do nothing while, room after room, there's a fresh onslaught of things he's never thought to fight. While the person he's there with can be the eyes of the operation, Matt can at least put up a fight and buy them some time. When finally, after what seems like too long, they're outside, Matt tries to catch his breath. ]
Jesus Christ -
[ But there's no rest for the wicked. He notices everything moments before anyone else might. The low hums of groans, the shift in the ground. Matt's fought people who've come back from the dead before, but not like this. ]
We should run.
[ii. TRICK OR TREATS]
[ The air smells like candy and fires and nothing like Hell's Kitchen. There's something quaint about it. Despite everything, Matt can't help the vague smile that crosses his face as he listens to everyone having a good time.
It's not long before someone's pushing a drink into his hands. He hates to be rude (sometimes), so he smiles and says thank you and gives a little cheers before he takes a drink. It's good. Really good. He's not sure how they know he needs a refill when he does, but soon enough he's got a second one.
The worst part about being a man with heightened senses is that getting drunk comes a little easier. Sorry if he sways or topples into you, sloshing some of that delicious cider. ]
[iii. WILDCARD]
Choose your own adventure, using any of the above prompts or do your own thing. I'm easy.
Matt Murdock // MCU
[ Matt's never cared for haunted houses. They lose their appeal when you can't see - though he supposes even blind people can get freaked out by a jumpscare. But Matt also has the unfortunate (fortunate?) talent of knowing when they're coming. He can hear the pistons working on the old scares, or when he'd go into the kinds with real actors, he'd hear them coming. There's not much fun.
So he gets dragged into this and he's not really looking forward to it. Another haunted house, another few minutes of walking through and pretending to enjoy himself. Too bad shit goes south real, real fast.
There's no real way to hide the fact that he's not your average blind guy. He can't stand there and do nothing while, room after room, there's a fresh onslaught of things he's never thought to fight. While the person he's there with can be the eyes of the operation, Matt can at least put up a fight and buy them some time. When finally, after what seems like too long, they're outside, Matt tries to catch his breath. ]
Jesus Christ -
[ But there's no rest for the wicked. He notices everything moments before anyone else might. The low hums of groans, the shift in the ground. Matt's fought people who've come back from the dead before, but not like this. ]
We should run.
[ii. TRICK OR TREATS]
[ The air smells like candy and fires and nothing like Hell's Kitchen. There's something quaint about it. Despite everything, Matt can't help the vague smile that crosses his face as he listens to everyone having a good time.
It's not long before someone's pushing a drink into his hands. He hates to be rude (sometimes), so he smiles and says thank you and gives a little cheers before he takes a drink. It's good. Really good. He's not sure how they know he needs a refill when he does, but soon enough he's got a second one.
The worst part about being a man with heightened senses is that getting drunk comes a little easier. Sorry if he sways or topples into you, sloshing some of that delicious cider. ]
[iii. WILDCARD]
Choose your own adventure, using any of the above prompts or do your own thing. I'm easy.