Page 88 of Spooks & Specters

“I’d like to point out that if Kage hadn’t intervened, the Crimson Fangs would’ve probably ripped Axel to shreds,” Connie said.

“Regardless, you get my point.” Kit snuggled down into the bed. “Okay. I’m done. I know you guys don’t need as much sleep as I do, so if you’re going to talk? Try to keep it down, please?”

“I think Connie and I are both tired too,” Hudson said. “Good night, babe. Love you.”

“Love you,” Connie echoed.

“Love you guys too,” Kit said, yawning again.

THE DAYS that followed were a flurry of activity. Raven had no problem with them establishing a foundation, so that question had been answered.

Kit, Hudson, and Connie each took on roles that played to their strengths. Hudson reached out to his extensive network of contacts within the paranormal communities, ensuring that their foundation would have the backing, blessings, and volunteers of other supernatural beings.

Connie dove into the logistical aspects, which was already in his wheelhouse. He researched nonprofit regulations, drafted potential bylaws, and began scouting locations in San DeLain where they could establish headquarters.

Kit himself became the visionary spokesperson of their budding organization and made a point to dress as non-binary as possible so those in need would understand their foundation acceptedeveryone. He also plastered about pictures of him with Connie and Hudson, along with Raven, Kage, and Isabella, who were also involved.

He used social media platforms to start raising awareness about their mission, sharing personal stories and insights about the importance of mental health support and LGBTQIA+ inclusion.

His posts were heartfelt and quickly gathered a following—stories from those struggling found a platform, and words of encouragement flowed freely in an ever-growing community.

As their plans gained momentum, they met with designers to discuss branding for the foundation—everything from logos to promotional materials. Kit insisted on imagery that was vibrant and inclusive, symbols that could resonate across various demographics yet remain meaningful.

One evening, after another long day of meetings and planning sessions, he and his mates sat in their living room, surrounded by piles of notes and coffee cups. The air was thick with a sense of accomplishment but also an undercurrent of fatigue.

“We’re really doing this,” Kit said softly, almost as if he couldn’t believe it himself.

“We are,” Connie declared. “And it’s going to beamazing.”

Hudson reached out, taking a hand of each of his partners in his own. “Not just amazing. Necessary. You’re both incredible for spearheading this.”

It wasn’t long before they started receiving emails from interested volunteers and potential donors who had heard about their initiative through the grapevine or Kit’s online efforts. Each message was a reminder that what they were doing mattered beyond their small circle.

One particularly touching email came from a young human man who’d been kicked out by his family after coming out as gay. He wrote about how he felt invisible until he stumbled upon one of Kit’s posts. It gave him hope knowing there would be tangible support tailored for someone like him—a safe space amidst the chaos of rejection.

That email cemented Kit’s resolve to push forward with even greater determination.

As launch day approached, they reviewed every detail meticulously—from guest lists for the inaugural gala to press releases prepared to go live. The foundation was more than just an idea now—it had become a beacon.

Finally, under a banner proudly proclaiming “Unity Foundation: Lighting Paths, Building Futures,” they opened their doors not just to fanfare but to real people looking for guidance, support, or simply acceptance.

The journey had just begun, but already it promised to reshape lives—including their own—in profound ways.

It was both amusing and strange to think that all of this had originated from a simple Halloween party. Had Fate, with its mysterious and often unpredictable ways, intervened once again in their lives? Kit didn’t have an answer, but in all honesty? He didn’t mind one bit. The magic of the moment far outweighed any rational explanations.

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