A Very Spooooky Halloween

This is my first fanfiction. I hope I have written it well and I especially hope that I have kept the characters in character because it pisses me off when they're not.

Squee, or Todd Casil as very few called him, marched along home from school in high spirits, a quite unusual thing for him to be doing, on a cool autumn afternoon. So far the day had gone fairly well by Squee's standards: the teacher had not mocked him in class, he'd found a little shelter from other kids in the sanctuary in the school library, though all the books there weren't to his liking and had yellowed pages dotted with black fungus. The leaves were different shades of orange and yellow and no birds were attacking him. And to top it all off it was October 30th, only one day until Halloween.

Squee, as fear-prone as he was, liked the holiday. He liked the prospect of getting candy for dressing up as something spooky. Granted some of the costumes the other kids wore scared him, but he could set that worry aside for candy. His parents really weren't the kind to give him some.

Better keep those big eyeballs open, said a voice from Squee's backpack. This was Shmee, his stuffed bear. Squee had had him as long as he could remember and had always talked to the bear. And the bear talked back. Shmee protected Squee from all the horrors of his life, which were a lot. Shmee was clumsily stitched together with thick thread, a consequence of his first encounter with the scary neighbour man. The scary neighbour man was Johnny, who lived in house #777. He acted kindly towards Squee, but that didn't stop him from scary the living bejeezus out of the kid. Long story short, Johnny went momentarily crazy and proceeded to stab Squee's bear until he remembered where he was. Squee's parents really didn't pay that much attention to him, so he was forced to mend his own bear.

"What did you say, Shmee?" the little boy said, interrupted from his musings.

I told you to watch out. You've had a good day, but don't get your hopes up. You know these things don't last. Something bad is going to happen.

"Oh, Shmee," he replied, a little of his patented paranoia returning to his voice, "maybe today is different. I'm almost home and nothing bad has happened so far."

The bitter cartoonist that ruled his universe must have been a good sense of irony because at that moment a dirty, small, familiar, grey car parked itself before the house he was passing. In his joy, Squee hadn't realized he was walking by house #777. From the car out stepped an excessively thin, black clad man. Annoyance was evident in his face. This was Johnny C., the crazy neighbour man. Johnny's clothes were dark and tattered with the logo Z? on the front. He had long boots with steel tips like cloven hooves. To Squee's horror, there were red flecks and splatters on Johnny's face and clothes and there were some muffled sounds coming from Johnny's trunk.

Told ya.

"Squeeee..." Squee whimpered.

Johnny strode to the back of the car and bought his fist several times on the trunk.

"Shut up! Shut the FUCK up!" he screeched whoever was there. He snarled tiredly and turned to see Todd. "Squeegee!" he exclaimed happily when he saw him. "How ya doin'? I was just at the park admiring the leaves until... well..." He pointed at his car. "He and his buddies came along and ruined by admiration of nature and one thing leads to another and... how was school?"

"F-fine," he peeped.

"Good. Well, I've got work to do so I can't talk to you right now. Sorry."

Good thing too, Squee. You don't want to talk to him.

Todd saw Johnny's eye twitch. Only Squee and Johnny could hear Shmee talk and Johnny usually tried to stab the bear or set it on fire. Johnny thought he was evil, something that Squee didn't believe. Apart from the occasional suggestion to put rat poison in his Dad's coffee, Shmee was harmless.

"Yes, I'll go home now. Bye!"

Squee rushed off to house #779 as fast as he could.

"That fucking bear," Johnny hissed and turned his attention back to the man in the car.

Todd's happy mood was ruined now. Try as hard as he might, it wasn't salvageable and was made even less so when he heard his mother's drowsy voice respond to the door slamming shut.

"Who's there?"

"It's me, Mom."

"...who?"

"Your son, Todd."

A long silence.

"Mom?"

"...I had a son?"

"Go to your room so I can continue the miserable existence you brought upon me!" yelled his dad from his office.

Todd sighed sadly and made his way up to his room. So much for today.

In his room, Squee had already laid out his Halloween costume for tomorrow: a Dracula-inspired outfit. It was a simple combination of an old cape, old shirt, black pants and plastic fangs. He used the same costume every year; it wasn't like his Dad would buy him a new one. Squee was pretty sure that his father had bought him the one costume just so Squee could get out one night and feed himself on candy. Also, he hoped that one of the people giving out candy would kidnap him.

Squee had almost-peaceful sleep that night, had not Johnny come to his window and started tapping on the glass. Squee whimpered and hid Shmee under his pillow.

"Have I used up all your Bactine yet?" Johnny asked as he climbed in through the window.

Squee squeaked and gave him bottle of Bactine from under his bed. He kept a lot of Band-Aids and disinfectants there for Johnny's cuts and scrapes from his 'job'.

"Thanks. Fucker just wouldn't die," the homicidal maniac explained. A twisted grin broke out on his face and he poured the entire contents of the plastic bottle over his head. "But I got him in the end. FUCK! WHY MUST THE BACTINE STING SO MUCH?!"

Squee yelped and prayed that his parents didn't wake up.

"It's in my eyes! Damn you, Bactine!"

Miraculously, Squee's parents didn't wake up. Johnny eventually stopped his cursing and sat down on the bed.

Johnny looked around the room and his eyes focused on Squee's costume. His gaze suddenly became distant and he went very quiet. This was scaring Squee.

"Mr. Neighbour man?" he asked timidly.

Johnny jerked out of his daydream and looked around in alarm until he remembered where he was. He struggled to regain his composure.

"S-sorry, Squeegee. I was just thinking about my Halloweens as a kid." Johnny seemed to zone out again. "...can't remember as much as I thought..." Johnny wrapped his spindly arms around himself. "Sh-shit..."

"Johnny?" Squee said nervously as the killer started to curl into a ball on his bed.

Johnny's eyes snapped open at the sound of his voice. He unwrapped himself and stared at Squee wide-eyed. "You're not going to go out tomorrow, are you?"

"Y-yes! Why?"

"Why? It's Tuesday tomorrow! Tuesday, Squee! What if the UFOs get you? Are your parents going with you, at least?"

Squee shook his head. Johnny took a deep breath to calm himself down a bit.

"That was a stupid question. You parents are very fitting for their role towards you." Johnny smiled excitedly at Squee. "I guess I'll go with you."

Squee wished that the floor would eat him right now.

"Yes! I haven't done this in a long time," Johnny said walking over to the window. "A very long time. Pick you up tomorrow at sunset, Squee! Night-night!"

Johnny slammed the window shut behind him and bounced happily back to his house.

"Shut up!" yelled Squee's father from his bedroom.

I told you good things didn't last, Squee. Didn't I?

End Chapter 1

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