Xander's Terribly Bad Halloween
FallenDruid

Disclaimer: None of the works depicted herein...I'm just tormenting the characters.

A/N: Please don't hurt me...

"What'd you get?" Buffy asks.

"A time-honored classic!" Willow holds up a ghost costume.

"Okay, Will, can I give you a little friendly advice?"

"It's not spooky enough?"

"It's just... you're never gonna get noticed if you keep hiding.
You're missing the whole point of Halloween."

Willow smiles. "Free candy?"

"It's come as you aren't night. The perfect chance for a girl to get sexy and wild with no repercussions."

"Oh, I don't get wild. Wild on me equals spaz."

"Don't underestimate yourself. You've got it in you."

"Hey, Xander!" Willow calls, as he walks up to them. "What'd you get?"

He pulls a toy military rifle out of his bag and holds it up for Willow to see.

"That's not a costume."

Xander just looks at Buffy, then turns to Willow. "I got fatigues from an Army surplus at home. Call me the Two-Dollar Costume King, baby"
He smiles at Willow. She frowns at him.

"Xander, that's not what we agree on."

"I know, Will, but..."

"A bet's a bet, Xander!"

"Come on, Wills, that's totally unfair." Willow gives him the Look.
"Willow..." He whines. More Look.

"Uhm...what's going on?" Buffy asks.

Willow is still giving Xander the Look. "A long time ago, he made a bet with me. Just recently, I won the bet. Persuant to the terms...I get to decide what he dresses like for one day."

"Stupid bet..." Xander mutters to himself.

Willow grins wickedly. "At least I'm doing this on Halloween."

He mutters some more. "Don't do me any favors." He turns around, and walks back to the discount bin he'd gotten the gun from.

"He'll be a bit getting the costume ready." Willow says.

"What's he going as?"

"Now that...is a secret."

"Oh, come on, you can tell-" Buffy is distracted by a fancy dress. She slowly starts walking over to it.

Buffy comes down the stairs and opens the door for Xander. He enters,
his hair apparently about waist length, tied back into a ponytail.
He's wearing a cheap fabric trench coat, and...there's something odd about his face.

Xander walks through the door, and sees Buffy in her costume. "Buffy!
Lady of Buffdom, Duchess of Buffonia, I am in awe! I completely renounce spandex!"

Curtsying, she replys. "Thank you, kind sir." Xander bows in return.
"But wait till you see..." They turn to look up the stairs at Willow. She has put on the ghost sheet. It says 'BOO!' on the front in large bold letters.

"Hi."

"...Casper."

"Hey, Will! That's aaa fine boo you got there."

"Where's your bodyguard, Harris? Curling her hair?" Larry jumps at Xander, making him flinch. He laughs in Xander's face, making as if to rip the trench coat off before departing, still laughing.

Xander finds his group of kids, and gets them..sorta organised. "Okay,
on sleazing extra candy: tears are key. Tears will normally get you the double-bagger. You can also try the old 'you missed me' routine,
but it's risky. Only go there for chocolate. Understood?" They all nod their heads. "Okay, gang."

"Mister, what are you wearing?" One curious kid asks, looking under the trench coat.

Xander blushes deeply. "Clothes. Let's move out!"

Xander jerks back like he's just been hit by something. He bends over slightly, looks down at his clothes. Slowly he straightens back up and surveys the scene around him. "What the?" A husky, feminine voice emanates from Xander's lips. He watches as several demonic looking creatures scurry past. "This...this can only be the work of..." He pauses, and then says something entirely different. "Jupiter Crystal Power, Make Up!"