October 1st: Cosplay

 Tons of Nebulruffs, Merruffs, and Phoelines alike wandered the spacious mansion, either creeping around anxious or gawking at the multitude of tapestries depicting foreign lands and even more foreign beasts. What once was a glorious ballroom sprinkled with glitter and gold shrunk and faltered into a living area that could barely fit a handful of Nebs. Edward attempted to shoo those unsure of his validity into a much nicer setting, one not covered in layers of dust and ancient debris. The once well-kept head mount of a deer sagged down, its proud upright posture hunching over, its head just a few feet from the stone floor.  A timid phoeline dressed as her favorite action hero approached the head on account of a dare, reaching up to tap it on the nose with a shaking paw. Just before she could complete the task a gaudy wooden bucket fell from one of the buck's antlers and into her paws, the deer opened its mouth and...regurgitated wrapped candies into the bucket she was holding. Upon further examination, there didn't seem to be any residue on the treat and with a taste-test...it was delicious! Her favorite! In fact, it was an entire assortment of her favorite candies! Another phoeline, presumably one of the formers friends ran up in excitement expecting his own collection of treats but the buck only squinted at his lack of costuming and kept its mouth shut. No costume, no candy!

 For this prompt, draw your Nebulruff cosplaying as their favorite character in any sort of media! Or if they don't have a favorite, any average costume will do! 

October 7th: Phobia

 Edward led them down a seemingly neverending corridor, stopping at the 27th door. Entering it was a room fill of mirrors, though instead of clean-cut standing mirrors it looked like large shards of glass. The gigantic shards dug into the floor and walls of the room, assuming you brushed up against one a bit too harshly you'd receive a dire wound. Edward told you those who succeed have a special prize waiting for you if you complete three tasks, make it to the end of the maze and you'll complete the first task! Some run in eagerly while others are much more slow, a merruff looked into one of the mirrors and came face to face with a nasty set of jaws as a shark swam up to the mirror's face. Letting out a warble of fright he fled deeper into the maze, more fearful screeches following. 

 For this prompt, draw your Nebulruff's facing their greatest fear/phobia! Whether it be abstract, reality or fiction, a dream, doesn't matter. If you're unsure or they don't have one feel free to just pick a common phobia/fear and their reaction to it!

October 12th: Grave-Robbin

 Congratulations to those who survived! Edward informs those standing the next task is to gather some parts for a beast of your own making. Leading them to the backyard, a vast expanse of graves adorned with rusted bells and rotten vines await them, ripe for the picking! The ominous ringing fills the air as each Nebulruff is handed a shovel and ordered to pick any, its all just for amusement and spooky times after all! These aren't real beasts, right?

 For this prompt, draw your  Nebulruff's picking up some monstrous groceries! Do they have the job complete in 10 seconds flat? Are they too anxious to act at all? What sort of bits and bobbles do they find? Maybe they'd rather admire the scenery, who knows!

October 17th: Make-A-Monster

 After you pick from the garden of corpses, Edward leads you back into the mansion and up several flights of stairs that logically shouldn't be able to fit inside the mansion but after carrying twice their weight up 24 flights no one seems keen to ask questions. Each ruff is given a work table and a set of rusted medical tools, scalpels, wire, forceps, a chainsaw... the works. He gives a strict time limit to put together your spooky creation, and prances idly around, either complimenting the creativity or giving helpful tricks to those less confident in their abilities. A devilish grin plastered permanently across his chest.

 For this prompt, draw your Nebulruff creating a terrible beast! Are they any good at it? Do they create the beast in their image? Are they a DIY master or believe hot-gluing is the savior to all? Maybe they work smarter not harder and decide to "borrow" some components of others' work? Give it a shot!

October 25th: BANNED!

  A mildly inconvenienced frown passes over Edward's face followed by a "harumph", every room was completely trashed, dozing nebulruffs strewn about furniture, ledges, and by some supernatural force the walls and ceiling. The kitchen...guh, he didn't even want to think about the burnt batter still sticking to the walls when someone combusted all seven of his ovens. The guest rooms... gracious, Edward swore someone flooded at least half of them and lit the remaining ablaze in some cruel chemistry experiment. At least the rotten boards and lounges drowning in  cobwebs had been aesthetically pleasing to look at but this was ridiculous, and Edward wasn't having it. He made sure all the doors to every single room was open before slinking to the basement, jingling keys held firmly in his tails jaws. A growl rumbled throughout the floor as he stopped just before a trapdoor, a cartoonishly large lock keeping whatever was below trapped.

 "Alright Fifi, I have some new chew-toys for you to play with!" He chirped, using the key to unhook the lock before dragging it to the side.

 Black smog trailed from the cracks in the boards before the door burst wide open, a freezing chill winding its way throughout the entire home as a canine figure formed before Edward's eyes, three heads armed with ferocious tusks scrunched their noses in a guttural snarl. It had to crane its neck down to fit underneath the ceiling, though despite being able to behead Edward in a single chomp, it paid him no heed as its billowing, ever-changing form washed over him and to the same stairs he'd just come down from.

 Edward shook his head, he had a lot of work laid out for him as soon as these..."guests" were dealt with one way or another. The iron gates outside which had once been locked tight now swung open freely, beckoning to any poor soul who found themselves being chased from a tarnished mansion who's caretaker had had enough of their nonsense.

 For this prompt...sorry but you're being evicted! Well, your nebs are at least, with a cerberus wanna-be nipping at their hides, how do they fair? Are they some of the first to turn tail and get outta there or does it take a snarling mass of death and destruction gnashing its teeth directly in their face to get them a'movin? Do they try and fail to befriend the beast? Maybe they succeed? This is the final prompt before Howloween and the last time we'll be seeing Edward, we're nearly there folks!