Augie looked at himself in the mirror after he had his full costume on. It wasn't of anything specific, but he attempted to go full creepy. He had puffed all his hair out and painted his whole face except his around his eyes pale white, which he'd painted black veins around. 
   He was wearing an old gas mask he found in his garage, and a bunch of old, torn up clothes that he'd applied blood spatters to. He even had a small bottle of salty water in his pocket that he'd drop into his eye when he got there, to make them red and puffy.
   Satisfied, he gathered his stuff, put his headphones on, and started walking. He could've got a lift with his mother, but the fog was nice and refreshing so he decided to walk. Ron's house wasn't far, anyway. 
   As soon as he stepped out the door, he regretted tearing a huge hole in the side of the flanelette he was wearing, even though it did make him look that extra bit shadier.

After a little while, Ron's house was in sight. Augie figured that now was as good a time as any to use that saltwater, so he pulled it out of his pocket, cradling it in his hand as he regarded the small bottle of pain, fully regretting this decision.

[Color=A43333][i]Well... go big or go home, Augie[/i][/color], he thought, as he unstoppered the vial. The pipette was raised into the air, almost reverently. He considered stopping here, but no. There was no going back.
   He squeezed hard on the pipette, and a small stream flew through the air, landing square in his eye. [Color=A43333]"Gah! Mother fucking salt fucking water!"[/color], he screamed out as his hand shot straight to his eye. If Ron hadn't heard, he would have been surprised. After a short while of cursing himself, he repeated the ordeal for the other eye, only this time he was prepared for the pain.

He walked up to Ron's door and knocked hard, blinking through the ocean in each eye. He checked his phone for the time, and he was about five minutes early. He messaged Ron to let him know he was outside, and waited to be welcomed in.