Autumn: I'm back! Halloween is my favorite time of year, so I just couldn't pass up the chance to do a halloween fic!
Rika: All thanks to me for making her watch the scary Paranormal Activity 3 commercial.

Autumn: NEVER SPEAK OF IT! (looks around at dark, scary room, of course alone) I'm gonna DIE! *cries* I want my koi!

Rika: Shit. So disclamore however the fuck you spell it, Autumn don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! If she did, the world would have ended.

Three very drunk teenagers stumbled back into their house. The shortest, a young man with stunning crimson eyes and wild tricolored hair who goes by the name of Atem, sometimes Yami, was the one the two bigger teens were shoving into a bathroom. One, a slightly insane eighteen year old with platinum blonde hair shooting straight into the air defying gravity, known simply as Marik, taunted the intoxicated boy, " Is our precious Pharaoh scared of a simple girly –hic- sleepover trick?" He slurred out.

Halloween was in the air. Everyone was jumpy as adrenaline soared over pointless terrifying movies. Everywhere one could see, décor of silly or downright horrifying decorations filled the cities with the air of fear and celebration to the holiday.

"No," the shorter retorted.

"But Atem," the albino teenager almost purred. "You are the one who clearly said that legions are just that. And the whole 'ritual' was intended to scare the girls." He was right. The tan young man had stated this fact before he was too drunk to think straight.

"Fine," Atem declared. He walked around the house and picked up the items needed for the summoning: Seven candles, all of which were purest of white, a wooden match, and a game. When the now almost sober Atem went back into the bathroom, he clicked on the light and set to work. The tricolored hair boy set the seven candles all around the white porcelain room. Next, he struck the match and lit all of the lights with its fire. In front of the almost glowing mirror, the checker board was striated out by a tan hand.

Almost shaking, the light was turned back off. The candles created a room of distorted shadows and glowing orbs of light.

Steeling his bravery, or stupidity, Atem began the chant.

"Game, game

Let's play a game

Come to play master of games

I challenge you to come and play

Game, game

Come out and play Yugi!"

His baritone voice rang, as if there was far more room for the sound to travel. His crimson eyes slowly looked around. A grin played on his lips. There was not a spirit to be found. "Marik, Bakura, I have proved you imbeciles wrong yet again."

Marik's voice rang from right behind the door, "How do we know you're not some demon trying to eat us?" The one also known as Yami sighed.

"Because I know I would probably get some fire crotch STD from you or something."

"Fair enough," replied the psychotic Egyptian. He and Bakura looked warily around before stepping in. "Huh," Bakura said. "I fully expected us to die." No one looked at the mirror. A child, one who had a shockingly close resemblance to Atem, looked at the teenagers with fascinated amethyst eyes. A frown came to his beautiful face as he realized he would have to scare the boys to announce his presence. The one called Yugi took a shaky breath to interrupt the friends.

"Hello." All three boys immediately looked at the figure in the mirror. "Holy fucking Ra!" they said as they fell to the floor. All were wide eyed and full of unpronounceable fear. Marik even let out a small scream. They got to their senses and bolted to the door.

"Wait!" the spirit pleaded. Slowly, Atem let go of the door knob. Why would a soul eating spirit ask to wait? He turned and looked at the boy, trapped in the mirror. With a shock, Atem realized the child, who looked disturbingly like him, was imprisoned in the reflecting device.

"I won't hurt you. You called and I answered. I cannot come out unless you ask again for me to play. I promise not to hurt you, or your friends." Atem narrowed his regal eyes.

"How can we trust you?" The rest nodded frantically, spellbound by the conversation. Both were absolutely terrified out of drunkenness. Any animal just passing by could smell the thick fear scent rolling off of the three boys in waves.

"Every time I am summoned, I am saved for a few moments from eternal torture. I serve the one named Bloody Mary. Win a game of your choice and I shall be your eternal slave, lose and I will just be on my way." The very room had darkened at the mention of the vengeful spirit. (I am beyond terrified just typing this).

Atem felt tears glaze his eyes. He could feel the truth in Yugi's words. Also, the pain was plain enough for a blind man to see. "I trust you. Come on out, Bakura, Marik, go sleep." The last two scampered off; in hopes of this adventure being another nightmare created in the recesses of their dark and twisted minds. No doubt they would have a killer hangover come morning,

Yugi watched the two freely leave with wide eyes. Freedom was a word he held preciously in his heart. The word had kept him from losing the sanity of his soul. Tortures unimaginable to mere mortals made the very soul lose its hold onto reality. He snapped back to the present and looked at his savior. Atem's encouraging nod gave him the strength to last another few hours.

The spirit gracefully stepped into the world of the living. Being solid was a drug he wished he could pay for. Hiding his inner dilemma, he took the Egyptian's hand and allowed himself to be led to the simple game.

"I know it's not much-"

With real tears in his eyes, Yugi interrupted. "It's beautiful. The game may be simple, but anything is good enough for me." Atem smiled at his new friend and set up the game.

Autumn: So to continue or not.

Rika: Review or not hear the ending. Or review so she doesn't screw up and kill the story by adding. (tries to sneak off with Icepool's Bakura Muse)

Autumn: Don't leave me! (double face palm)