Disclaimer: Do you really think something's changed between now and my last writing that would allow me to own Soul Eater? No? Well there you go, then.

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5th Night

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For the life of her, Blair could not remember ever having so much fun! It was her birthday, and the first one that she'd spent with Soul and Maka. After Soul cooked them all a nice fish dinner, they'd asked her where she wanted to go for her birthday. All that she'd asked of the two was for them to take her with them on a mission. Just one little mission! She'd promised that she wouldn't be in the way, that she'd just watch and only act if they asked her to. And she'd meant to keep that promise, she really had. But that was before she'd learned that their next target was essentially an over-sized cat toy!

Chuck E. was a serial killer whose soul had been placed into a child's toy by a witch after his death. The witch, being Chuck's girlfriend at the time, eventually planned to find a more appropriate vessel for him. Chuck, however, was none too happy about his temporary form, and told her so as often and as rudely as possible. Eventually the witch had had enough of his complaints and insults, and decided to simply leave Chuck to his fate. Now stuck as a one foot tall mouse doll with a red derby hat, he believed that consuming souls was the best and only chance he had to become human again. His M.O. Was to wait in a toy store for someone to purchase him, and then murder everyone in the home after they went to sleep.

So, to sum it up, we had an over-sized cat in witches' clothing and a murderous, one foot tall mouse toy with a grudge against witches. This would not end well.

Maka had burst through the window just in time to stop Chuck E. from claiming his first victim of the evening: the youngest boy of the home. Maka knocked him away from the child's bed using Soul in his scythe form, waking Chuck's intended victim with a start. The technician was just about to make her usual entrance speech when Chuck locked eyes with something still sitting in the tree branches outside the window. That something was Blair, and the moment she saw the large toy she gleefully leapt in to pounce! Realizing that the odds had suddenly stacked against him, Chuck quickly dodged the cat and made for the door. Blair went screaming after him, and after apologizing to the confused young boy who still sat in his bed Maka quickly followed. The chase was on.

Chuck slid down the railing of the stairs with Blair hot on his heels. Near the bottom of the stairs he used his momentum to leap off the rail and onto the home's kitchen counter. He threw the knife he'd been holding at the oncoming cat woman and quickly opened a kitchen drawer to find another. It was fortunate that he found one so quickly, for when he looked up he saw the same knife he'd just thrown coming back at him! He quickly blocked the projectile and turned to glare at his adversary, who was currently patting the top of her hat. Said hat had morphed itself into a hand with a crazy grin on it, and Blair purred as she complemented it, "Thank you, zwar!"

Chuck snarled as he hopped down off the counter and ran for the back door. There was a doggy-door there that he could just barely fit though, and he figured it would give him a bit of a head start on Blair. He was correct, but only to a point. He managed to gain some distance on her, only to have a large pumpkin come crashing down right in front of him. The mad toy skidded to a stop and ran around the magical fruit just as Blair was about to catch up to him.

"Nyan! Come back little mousy! Blair just wants to play!" She called as she summoned a floating pumpkin to continue the chase.

"Play!" Chuck hissed, "Yeah, right! Damn crazy witches!"

"Great!" Soul groaned from his scythe form, "Now where are they going?"

The two were standing just outside of the back door to the house, watching as their roommate furiously chased their intended target down the road.

"I can track them," Maka told the weapon, "But we might need to use the bike. I don't think we'll be able to keep up on foot."

"Honey, check on Dustin! Something's happened in the kitchen!" Came a masculine voice from inside the house. The pair ran for the bike as quickly as they could. Normally it would be their duty to stop and explain things, but right now they needed to stop Blair and Chuck before they caused too much more damage!

Blair stalked the aisles of the empty big-box store where her prey was currently hiding. She'd seen him break into the building, but had had lost the little doll shortly thereafter. She briefly debated shifting into her cat form where her senses would be much more acute, but decided against it. In that form, she'd be the same size as Chuck, and she'd didn't want to loose the advantages of height and durability that being human gave her. In most ways this was a wise decision, however if she'd been smaller she might have noticed the multiple banana peels that littered the floor before she slipped on them.

"Owwww," she muttered as she opened her eyes. She scanned the area for any sign of Chuck, but he didn't seem to be around. This had just meant to be a distraction. She supposed she'd need to be more careful from then on, as her prey was proving a bit smarter than she'd first expected.

Having found no other sign of the deranged toy in the food aisles, she turned to the sporting goods section. There were lots of tents and shelves and other places for something his size to hide, and she was determined to check every last one of them if she had to! She watched the shadows, looking around cautiously for any sign of movement. Finding nothing suspicious in the area, she stealthily crept around the corner toward the cash registers. It was here that her sneakiness was rudely interrupted.

"Ouch!" the cat cried as a billiard ball hit her square in the temple. She'd barely had time to shake off the stars she was seeing before having to dodge more of the projectiles. Only after she'd dodged a full set did she relax.

"You're a baaaaad mousy!" Blair snarled as she rubbed her now aching head.

"You know it, sister!" Chuck shouted, "So let me guess, my ex sent you to off me before those Shibusen brats could do the job, right?"

Blair gave him a genuinely confused look, "Nyan?"

"Don't play dumb with me!" Chuck snarled, "I know you witches have your little alliances. I'm just surprised the witchy bitch didn't come here in person. She's got a lot of nerve after leaving me like this!"

"Oh not again," Blair sighed, "Look, it's a common mistake, but I'm not a witch."

"What?" the doll snapped incredulously.

Blair took off her hat to show off her large ears, "Nope, I'm just a pumpkin-loving magic kitty. And you've got to be the most rambunctious cat toy ever!"

"I'm not sure if that's better or worse than what I thought you were," Chuck growled as he hefted a rifle from behind the counter, "So let's just call it the same and get back to the beating!

The cat jumped back around the corner with a shriek just as the gun fired, "So that's how you want to play, huh? Well how about this! Pum-Pumpkin Pumpkin,"she came back out of hiding just as Chuck had finished reloading, "Halloween Blast!"

The possessed doll was caught off guard by the spell and was thus completely unprepared for the beam of magical force that hit him. He was blown straight through the back doors leading out to the garden section. Blair followed quickly, not wanting to give her prey time to recover and hide again. Her speed payed off, as the stuffed mouse was just beginning to stand when she pounced him.

"Gotcha!" she shouted triumphantly. She then proceeded to bat playfully at her new toy's face, purring slightly as she did so.

"Hey!" Chuck growled "Cut it out, lady! Geez, this is humiliating! I'd rather be dealing with those Shibusen kids than this!" As he spoke those last words, a shadow moved in and loomed over him, "O-on second thought-"

"Sorry, no take-backs," Maka said as she brought her scythe down. The blade narrowly missed Blair's face, but found its mark in Chuck E.'s neck, cleanly severing the doll's head. He disappeared in a swirl of wispy blackness, leaving only his tainted soul behind.

"Hey! You broke my toy!" Blair cried indignantly.

"C'mon, Blair, party time's over," Soul said as he reverted to his human form and casually swallowed the soul, "That makes number five!"

"Aawwww!" the cat whined, "do we have to go home already?"

"Don't worry, Blair," Maka consoled, "I baked you a cake that I'm sure would go great with a tall glass of milk!"

"Nyan, the milk sounds delicious, though I'm not a huge fan of cake," she gave Soul a seductive glance and pressed up against him, "Maybe we could find other uses for that cake. What do you think, Scythe Boy?"

"Oh man..." Soul sighed as he held his nose to keep it from bleeding.

Maka just glared at them before making her way back to the bike. The Meister knew exactly what she was going to do with that cake, and the other two weren't going to like it!

Author's Note: Sheesh, another late one. Anyhow, I'm kinda running low on villains here, so if anyone has any suggestions I'd love to hear them. I've got one more planned out after this, and if I don't get any suggestions I'll have to figure out some more good ones myself, and that could take a while. So if you've got a classic villain you'd like to see worked into the Soul Eater series, send 'em out! Either way, hope you enjoyed this!