[Halloween Wives TF, Brainwashing, Identity Erasure]

"I can't believe it, an actual Haunted House! What do you think's inside? A ghost? A vampire? Oo, maybe one of those Monsters that the mad scientists make!"

"It's not haunted, Ochako. C'mon, you should know better!"

"Indeed. Ghosts don't exist, so why would this house be haunted? It's probably a Villain that's been playing tricks on people. We're here to ensure that it doesn't continue."

"I know, I know. But what if?"

Three young Heroes were currently standing outside a rather dilapidated looking manor, each clad in their respective heroic attire. Just so they were ready for anything that might try and spring out at them and cause trouble.

Ochako Uraraka. Jiro Kyoka. Momo Yaoyorozu. Frankly, they shouldn't need to put this much manpower into dealing with something that was merely rumors, but it was also a chance to spend some time together. Especially if it really was more than rumors...

Jiro narrowed her eyes a bit as she approached the big doors, her body shivering slightly as she came closer. "What, you think I'm afraid of ghosts? Is that why you're hoping it's real?" She nervously laughed, even as she leaned against the entrance...

"She mentioned nothing about your fear, Jiro. Don't worry, they're not real. But even if they were, we're here to keep you safe." Momo said, both backing up Jiro and helping her blush by implying what the two of them were good for.

Ochako nodded rapidly as well, stars shining brightly in her eyes. "Ghosts and Ghouls, we're ready for you! Don't you think you can scare us!" She giggled. Sure, she felt a little dorky and a little silly crying out like that, but it was also just fun...

Jiro rolled her eyes as she listened to her friend trying to act all heroic, before turning towards the doors slightly. It was actually kind of weird that she couldn't feel them pushing inward when she leaned against them. The hinges weren't on the outside, yet the doors didn't budge at all...

"Aha! Aha! Ahahaha! Welcome to the Hallowed Grounds, young ladies!"

The color drained from Jiro's face as a bombastic voice cried out from within the manor, Ochako's eyes lighting up even brighter in response to the haunted voice echoing out. Momo, meanwhile, quickly began to create intricate audio equipment to try and pinpoint the source of the voice...

Not that she got that far.

"Come in, come in! You will make wonderful Hallowed Eves, on this ever-cursed night!"

As the voice beckoned them to come inside, the doors shot open. And from those doors, several types of cloth shot out. Each quickly wrapping around one of the girls, ensuring that there was little that they could do to protect themselves...

"W-What!?" They all cried out in tandem as they were yanked deep into the manor, each being pulled in a separate direction, with the doors slamming shut behind them. They had come to these haunted grounds, and they were going to be changed...

Just as the rumors they were investigating implied...

---

"Nnnn... What the hell just happened..? The last thing I remember, I was right outside that creepy house... Where am I..?"

Jiro's eyes fluttered open, all while she felt a headache going through her. She didn't know how she had started aching like this, nor where she was. Not that she really cared where she was, because she just knew she wasn't anywhere she wanted to be...

Unfortunately, she wasn't going to get very far away from where she was. Because the moment she tried to move her body, she could feel it being tied down by several belts. Great. Fantastic. Just what she needed. And struggling against it didn't help either, if anything it simply made it worse with how tight the belts were...

"Great, I'm tied down, I'm probably in some creepy basement or something... Being captured by a creep wasn't on my to-do list today..." Jiro muttered to herself as she tried to let her eyes wander around, though she swore she could hear something as she did so.

The sound was very close to her ear. As if something was being inserted into her. But that was weird, she didn't feel anything painful. If she was being operated on, shouldn't she feel some kind of discomfort? Or shouldn't she be able to feel anything at all? Even if her head was numb, she should be able to feel something...

It was then that she managed to catch the slightest glimpse out of the corner of her eye. And she immediately regretted what she saw. It was... It was a screw.

A screw was sticking out of the side of Jiro's head. Not only that, but it seemed to turn ever slightly in response to her eyes moving. It wasn't causing her any kind of pain, but that didn't make the feeling of having it screw around inside her any more pleasant..!

"What kind of twisted freak would put a screw in my head!?"

A laugh echoed out as Jiro yelled into the darkness, with a pair of secure looking doors opening up and letting light flood its way into the room. Allowing her to see more of the room in the process, which didn't bring her any sort of comfort...

There were several machines lined up behind the table she was strapped down to, and plenty of wires that were connected to those screws of hers. Not only that, but there was a second table at the side of hers, with a cloth currently draped over the top of it. Whatever was under there seemed to be connected to the very same machines that were connected to her screws...

"Twisted freak, no no. I prefer Crazy Count! Hah, what a name that would've been. But no, even that wouldn't describe somebody as Hallowed as I!"

The man that entered the room was wearing a dark mask with no eyes cut out for him to see through. Only a jagged grin that looked like the kind of grin you would carve into a pumpkin. A grin that dotted parts of the fabric of his suit and his coat, his general guise making him look like some sort of aristocratic monster... A vampire, perhaps? Not that he was going to be able to bite anybody with his teeth hidden behind that mask...

"Creepy Count more like! Let me go!" Jiro cried out as she tried to struggle against her binds once more. An act that she knew wouldn't get her anywhere, but was that really going to stop her from trying? She struggled and struggled, hoping that the bindings would start to tear...

But nothing really happened. Especially not as the strange masked man approached a very heavy-duty looking handle on one of the machines that her screw was hooked up to.

"Struggle all you want, my Eve-to-be. But this machine is made to ensure that you will be exactly as I want you. Nothing that you do will stop it. Would you like to know more about it, or would you rather jump headfirst into your hallowed fate?" The masked man said, laughing slightly as he gripped the handle firmly...

A brief shock pierced its way through Jiro's head. She could feel electricity building through the wires and through her head. She didn't need an explanation to tell what was going to happen, it was downright terrifying to imagine! "D-Don't you dare throw that switch! I don't want to be zapped half to death!"

"Half to death? Hah! Haha! Oh, what a funny Eve you'll be. Don't worry. It'll only hurt a moment, then you will be mine. Mine and mine, for as long as this eternally hallowed night lasts!"

The masked man did not listen to her plea. If anything, hearing her cry out and try to make him change his mind just hastened his choice to throw the switch. And as he did, the machine surged to life with such grand intensity that it sounded like a bolt of thunder had struck!

It definitely felt that way to Jiro too. Shock upon shock rushed through her mind, all thanks to the screw that had been inside her head. Thought after thought got popped, with her body convulsing thanks to the sheer intensity of it all...

Everything she was thinking of was wiped clean by the intense shock, until Jiro could do nothing except lie there as a bit of smoke started to pour from her ears and from her screw. The electricity had well and truly fried what she could consider herself, leaving her body to simply lay there...

All while whatever was underneath the blanket on the other bed started to very briefly shake and stir. Naturally so, the electricity that had been striking Jiro had also been striking the one underneath the blanket. Not that they could see what had happened to them. Nor see anything at all, given the thickness of said blanket. Just stuck underneath a sheet of pure black...

Right until that very same sheet was yanked away, exposing her to the light above. And moments after that, a mirror that allowed her to see who she was... Or rather, who she had been turned into...

Jiro's thoughts were very slowly popping into existence inside of the head of this new being. But that only made her transfer into this body that much more shocking, as she stared straight up at the mirror. Peering back at a mess of a woman that seemed to be stitched together to make the curviest and sexiest...

S-Sexiest? Why was she thinking of herself as sexy when she looked at herself? She wouldn't normally be turned on by a woman that looked like she was a bunch of body parts stitched together into a humane form. Not only that, but that huge black and white do that stuck into the air didn't help matters either. Neither did the screw in her head, which was thankfully unplugged from all of the wires from before...

Not that Jiro could stop herself from looking at her curvaceous body... And the bridal lingerie that clad it. She couldn't believe that somebody would dare make a strange monster like this. Much less force her into it...

"What a wonderful Eve you've become! A Bride... My Bridal Eve!" The masked madman laughed as he slowly tugged away the gloves on his hands, revealing a pair of mechanical hands in their place. "Now. Sit still, darling. This won't hurt, it'll make you feel much better than you already are!"

Jiro certainly didn't want to sit still, nor did she want to be subject to the madman's antics any longer. But she found that she couldn't move. No matter how much she tried to pull herself away, her body simply didn't respond to her commands. Leaving her to stare in shock and horror as those hands crept closer and closer...

Right up until they grabbed onto both sides of her screw, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as a potent shock rushed through her once more. Dozens upon dozens of fake memories were being zapped into existence, taking the place of all the dull heroic ones that were transferred into her head...

Leaving her eyes to stop rolling, now depicting a heart stitched-together in the place of her irises. A heart that beat with happiness and pride as she spread her arms out.

"Oh, Hallowed Adam! My darling, my groom, my everything!" The 'Bridal Eve' giggled as she reached out for him. She wanted her beloved Adam. Her beloved maddened man that had helped her gain life. Of course, she still understood that she was Jiro... But before she was a Hero, she was his Frankenstein of a Bride! A real Monster for this hallowed night!

He met her arms with his own, pulling her close. All so that their night of Hallowed Pleasure could begin...

And so that he could claim yet another Eve, like all the others that had been pulled into his Manor...

---

"A toast, my dear. To our eternal bond."

Momo blinked as the sound of two glasses clinking against one another echoed through her ears. All while a haze filled her mind, and she gazed at the glass in her hand...

It seemed to be filled with a bloody liquid, it at least had that kind of thickness. But it also looked kind of like wine, and it definitely had that fragrance... But more importantly, why was she looking at a glass full of blood-like wine..?

"My head..." She muttered as she gently put the glass down on the table in front of her, all while putting her hand on her head in an attempt to deal with the feelings bubbling through her. She was so confused, what was going on..? The last thing she remembered, she had been outside. So why was she...

Her eyes slowly darted down towards herself to try and ascertain what was going on, though that simply caused her cheeks to flush bright red as she stared straight down into her cleavage. It wasn't an uncommon sight due to the nature of her Hero Costume, but there was something about looking down into her tits when they were cupped by an elegant red dress...

When had she put on this dress? More importantly, where was she? And why did she feel so parched..? There were so many questions bubbling through her head, and none of the answers were popping into the front of her mind...

"Go on, my dear. This is our important night, you should indulge."

She stared straight ahead, and found herself face-to-face with a strange masked man. The eerie pumpkin-like grin that was carved into the mask was probably meant to unsettle her, at least that's what part of her mind was telling her. But the haze in her mind was also making it difficult for the different parts of her mind to communicate...

Leaving Momo to quietly pick up the glass and swirl it around. Had she ever been a drinker? If what that masked man... No, that wasn't right. The kind of intimacy he used when he talked to her... They were something, weren't they?

If so, then she truly was going against the kind of dignity that was expected from her. Prompting her to quietly put the glass up to her lips, and sip away at the blood-like wine. Mainly because she didn't want to insult the man in front of her, even if he seemed so strange...

The moment that she felt that bloody liquid hit her lips, she felt several sparks going off inside her head. And instead of merely drinking it elegantly, she downed the whole glass in just a few seconds. She could feel the bubbly feelings inside her growing, all while she began giggling as a brand new warm sensation rushed through her...

Ahhh... She was familiar with this sensation. She always got this nice and heated and giggly whenever she had a little drink of blood... Mmmm... Was she ever a blood drinker? Well, the fangs she could feel as she licked her lips... They definitely seemed to imply a certain vampiric lineage...

"Mmmm... Daaarling..." Just saying his nickname like that was giving Momo the chills. The wonderful chills that left her wanting much more... "You know I can't stop with just a single glass... I need mooooore..." She let her voice slowly trail off, as the lust for both another drink and maybe something more started to consume her.

Only for a few sparks to go off inside her head. Just as she was about to let herself get consumed by this lust and this need to drink, she forced herself away from the table. Struggling onto her feet, the dainty click of her heels echoing underneath her. "Hhh... Hold... Hold on. There's something wrong..." Even the sound of more wine being poured into her glass didn't make her sit back down. No, she needed to see herself...

The masked man chuckled as he watched her struggle onto her feet. Getting up himself as he held her glass, walking over to her side as he pulled her over towards a mirror. "My dear, I know what you want to see. I'm sure you do. My dearest would always want to ensure herself that she's on the right path. But don't you worry. The mirror will show you what's right."

Momo could feel her heart pounding as he held her like that. Such a strong man, so strong... And so knowing. Something that made her heart skip a beat as she let her eyes pour towards the mirror. That's right, the mirror had always helped her. Helped her when she was young, helped her as she started aging like fine wine too... Even if that seemed a little wrong to believe.

What she didn't expect was to see nothing reflected in the mirror. Neither herself, nor her darling. It was seeing nothing that caused her to start giggling like a happy drunk once again. Of course, how could she have been so silly. The part of her mind that tried to pierce through the drunken haze, the part that called her a Hero that should be fighting back or something silly like that... What a mess that part of her was.

"I must've been having a bad dream in the middle of our meal, Darling." Momo giggled as she reached for her glass once again. Downing it in one big sip, before tossing the glass aside. Without it breaking as it hit the ground, all thanks to the powers pouring through her...

Powers that caused her to sprout a pair of elegant wings that wrapped around her bust, pushing it up. The support was necessary, as those mounds started to inflate before her beloved's eyes. Or rather, they were returning to full form. After all, she always looked a little too dainty and a little too young for her liking whenever she was low on blood...

Little by little, her figure filled out more and more. All while her skin grew nice and pale, and her love filled that cold heart of hers. Mmmm, yes... Looooove. Love was the thing that made her tick. Even though she was a blood sucking madame who couldn't keep herself off her man, she needed love more than anything else. And he was there to give her so much love...

"You're a dreamer like no other, my Bloody Eve." Her masked Darling said as he put his hands on her hips. Hips that grew as he squeezed into them. "No matter how many centuries you live for, you remain ever beautiful. Just like the endless dream you love."

"You charmer..." 'Bloody Eve' giggled as she planted a kiss right on that masked cheek of his. "You know exactly how to make me feel all sorts of lovely. So why are you delaying? We didn't have a drink just to start talking romance. You know exactly what an aged piece like me likes."

Indeed. She was aged. Gone was the young and ripe Momo that wanted nothing more than to become a good Hero. Left in her place was Bloody Eve, yet another Eve in the Hallowed collection that the masked man kept. A matron of her kind, a Vampire that had seen it all. And while some of his other Eves were fueled just by love, her love took the form of something much more lustful...

Which was why she made a point to push him to the ground, pinning him underneath her hefty body. All so she could lick those lips of hers and show off those fangs that she loved to tease him with. She could puncture him right then and there, and there was nothing he could do about it... But she was ultimately still his dearest. She would never hurt him. Only tease him and ride him...

Just as she would today, as yet another one of his Hallowed Eves made sure to let him know exactly how much love she craved from him...

---

"Why do I feel so floaty? More so than usual?"

Ochako pondered aloud as she tried to look around. Trouble was, she couldn't really get a hold of how high up she was, nor how much she had turned. It was like she was spinning all on her own. Not only that, but she couldn't really see anything at all. Not even her own body.

It was like she was a floating head. But that was silly, why would she be a floating head? She had a whole body to float with, she wasn't just going to float around as some kind of headless dummy! Besides, what had she been doing just moments ago..?

Right, there was this weird cloth that wrapped around her head and yanked... Yanked? Huh, she was pretty sure she was pulled inside. Was it that violent? That would explain why she felt so weird and floaty, if her head had been taken for a ride like that.

Wait. Wait, if it had been yanked, then...

"Ah! I'm just a head! What's going on!?"

Ochako's mind finally caught up to the simple fact that she was a head without a body. It took far too long for her to realize such a simple fact, but at least she realized it. At least she could still think for herself, but the fact of the matter was that she couldn't really do anything as a simple head.

Sure, she could float around. That was something she could do. But what else could she do? It's not like she knew where her body was. If anything, it was probably right outside the manor. But how was she going to get outside? She didn't know anything about this place, much less how to get out!

"There you are."

Ochako let out a brief shriek of shock as a masked man appeared before her eyes, especially as he grabbed ahold of her head. "L-Let go! I'm not good food! And I'm not a great head either!" She paused before realizing what she had said, her natural shock at the entire situation making her sound just as scared as Jiro probably did! "Wait, no, who are you!?"

"Aha! Somebody finally asks. Good, good. One of you Eves were curious enough." The masked man said, laughing a little as he held Ochako with one hand instead of two. A small reward for her curiosity was him going a little easier on her.

"I, my body-challenged Eve, am Hallow Adam. You would no doubt call me a Villain, but I say nay to that. I merely wish to see my Eves flourish into the proper wives that they are meant to be! Is that so wrong?" The masked madman explained, all while walking down the hallway that he had found Ochako in...

Ochako nodded as much as she could considering her current situation. "That makes you a big Villain! I bet you did some bad stuff to Jiro and to Momo! The moment I get my body back is the moment I kick your butt!" She wasn't going to let him get away with whatever it was that he had done. She was dedicated to her friends, and if they had been changed, she would help them change back!

"Oho? Well then, perhaps I should offer you the chance to best me. To show that I am more than a Villain. A Villain wouldn't engage in fair play like that, now would he?" Hallow Adam said, as he opened the door to one of the many rooms that were meant for his Servants and his Eves, revealing a pair of chairs...

With two Ochako-sized bodies sitting on each. Both missing a head. Both covered in a blanket to otherwise make it impossible to discern which was which. All while the Villain let go of the bodiless head, allowing her to float freely once again.

"All you have to do to put an end to my quest to claim you as Eves is simple! You have to find the right body! No peeking under the blankets, or you'll regret it." Hallow Adam said, folding his hands together as laughed. Every laugh only serving to make that mask all the more unsettling...

Ochako pouted and glared at the obvious Villain. Well, if he had been the cause of her losing her body, then he was probably being serious. Better not test what might happen if she actually went against what he asked for. As for the two bodies...

Well, there was nothing she could use to identify one over the other. The blanket was draped over them in such a way that it covered most of the chair as well, leaving it incredibly difficult to pick out any actual features. Which left her with a 50/50 shot of being right.

She knew she shouldn't chance it. But at the same time, she needed her body back. She needed it back so that she could free her friends and then get back. So she just had to close her eyes and hope that she could feel something if she tried to move her neck...

As Ochako tried to use her subconscious feelings when moving to identify which body was hers, she could definitely feel one of them starting to pull on her. Even if she wasn't completely sure that the sensation was the right one, what did she have to lose!?

"This is the one!" She shouted as she let her head fly towards one of the bodies, the one that seemed to pull on her. Slamming the bottom of her head down on where the stump of her neck would be...

All so she could feel several shocks fly through her. Flames covering her head as her eyes gradually started to dim, memories burning away as the blanket underneath her did so as well...

Underneath the blanket was not the body that she had been hoping for. Instead, there was a suit of armor. A headless suit of armor that had a certain spooky energy to it. A suit of armor that was distinctly curvy and feminine, the kind that you could put your hands on and feel all the sensuality that went into forging it...

Her body. Her ghastly body. She was a head without a body? Wrong. This armor was all that remained of her body. Of course it maintained the same kind of sensuality that she had when she lived. She was an experienced combatant. Both on the battlefield, and in the bedroom where her Lord would command her...

Even now, with her head floating right above her shoulders, fueled by the flame that sustained her life... She couldn't help but let her armored hands glide across her armor. Her armored body was perfect in every way. Even if it was partly rusted, she knew that her Lord would love it... Because if nothing else, Lord Hallow Adam was a man of much affection...

"My Lord." The transformed Ochako, now nothing more than a shapely dullahan, got up from the chair all so she could kneel down in front of the masked man she considered her Lord. "If you wish to partake in the intimacy that you desire, I am more than capable of catering to your needs."

Hallow Adam laughed. He didn't tell her that her body wasn't under the sheet, that his Quirk had mutated hers and made her body disappear in the first place, because where'd the fun in that be? Not only that, but it's not like she was going to really care at this point. She was one of his many Eves. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Of course, Knight Eve. I would love to have you with me in my bedchambers. Come. Your fellow Eves await you." He said, offering his hand to the shapely armor. His dearest knight, and the one that would serve him eternally. Even without a body, even without much to call her own.

She was his. That was what mattered...

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"My groooom! You must enjoy time with me, you know I can make you as happy as you need to be!"

"Daaaarling... I'm still hungry for more time with you..."

"My lord. I would like to partake in intimacy as well..."

There they were. All laying beside one another in his bedchambers. The girls that had wandered too close to his domain. Each of them being pulled into his home because of how compatible they were with his power...

The rebellious youth Jiro had become a wife, by being pulled from her free body into a patched-together mess that was meant to be one of the sexiest things in the whole world. And she definitely wanted to put that body to the test, given the way that her lingerie dug into all the right spots. She was his Bridal Eve, after all, and this was their endless honeymoon!

The clever Momo had packed on a couple hundred years, making her look like the mature vampire that she was meant to be. No longer captivated by her need to be clever and helpful, now desiring nothing more than to satisfy her needs. Her lustful and loving needs, which was why her hands were down by her thighs. She was his Bloody Eve, and there was still so much time left in their eternal evening...

The happy and excitable Ochako simply stared forward, her head being the only thing that served as a reminder of who she had once been. A stalwart and emotionally limp dullahan was in her place, one that was dedicated to her lord. Though she could not offer him the same friendship of the thighs as her fellow eves, that would not stop her from offering herself to him. She was Knight Eve, forever bound in servitude to her lord...

Together, they were Hallow Adam's Hallowed Eves. Three out of so many more, as the rumors would no doubt spread after this evening...

And once the Hallowed Eve rolled around once more, more Eves would arrive at his door...