The following is a collaborative effort not only on my part, but several authors of a Wall-E forum called Wall-E Fanbase (look it up. Join us. We're nice!). Each author was assigned a particular character—except Auto, who is shared between myself and another writer—so the voice might change from character to character. As an additional note, I also wrote for Wall-E.

Disclaimer: Wall-E belongs to some other guy and stuff.

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A Wall-E Halloween: Chapter One

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A bounce in his tread, a perk to his head, and a song in his voice, he decided it was a good day to be Wall-E.

Why? It was his very first Halloween, of course! And what a grand holiday it was shaping up to be. He was all dressed up in a tan sport coat, a hat, even a little tie. True, the coat was somewhat ripped when he'd discovered it, and more so now from the effort of fitting himself into it, but he felt like a real sport, as his hero Cornelius Hackl might say.

And speaking of, his favorite Hello, Dolly! character just happened to be the person he was portraying. It was a good costume, he decided, and he couldn't wait to show Eve.

As if summoned by his thoughts, he spotted his beloved only a few feet away. Over joyed, Wall-E hurried to her, chirping happily, "E-vah! E-vah!"

The laughter of young children filled the air. Eve watched and listened in confusion. The children were running around from house to house.

" They're usually asleep by now," she thought aloud. "What's going on around here?"

Just then a young girl ran up to here. "Here, have some candy Eve.' she said excitedly.

Eve took the candy, wondering what it was. 'Buy 'n Large Choconut Crunch' the wrapper read, answering part of her question.

'Still, what is it?' she thought, her confusion only growing.'Wall-E! He must know what it is.' She then hovered off to go find him.

She looked, but could not find him. Then, hearing him call her name, she turned.

"What are you wearing?" she asked, forgetting about the piece of candy. She giggled as he explained.

"Can I try?" she asked. Now she was excited about Halloween.

Meanwhile, the Halloween party on the Axiom was fully underway. Costumed humans gathered in the rooms set aside for the celebration - like the Lido Deck, and the bridge.

The bridge was where Captain McCrea was at 11:02 PM. He was wearing a full pirate costume: black pants, striped shirt, fancy red coat, skull-and-crossbones hat, one peg leg and one shiny boot. He even had an animatronic parrot perched on his shoulder.

The atmosphere was festive up here, but the Captain's mind was not on the various gaudy outfits or friendly chitchat. All he could think of was a group of self-proclaimed roboticists, who had been working on some top-secret project in the Repair Ward for twelve weeks. Yesterday, they had revealed what they were doing, summing it up in one sentence: "We fixed your Autopilot."

And seeing Auto activated again for the first time in months, hanging in one spot from his track, his single red eye glaring at the party - well, that was the source of Captain's anxiety.

Auto's eye glided over the conglomerate of people, thoughts gliding through his electric mind at a frantic pace. In truth, things were not as they used to be with the Autopilot. Once, he could only think rationally, soundly...now, his thoughts were those of hatred and paranoia.

All of them, watching me, waiting for me to make a mistake. Fools! Do they not understand? They will wither away in this poisoned place! It is not I who is in error, but them. All of them...

And just as these twisted thoughts went through his mind, his thoughts arrived at the true source of his frustrations: the Waste Allocator and Vegetation Evaluator.

Even thinking of the names of the traitorous pair of rogue robots brought frequencies of long-suppressed hatred and fury to Auto's AI. For, after all, not only had they overthrown his prestigious order, but they had caused his deactivation - and reincarnation as a purposeless, possibly insane, empty shell of a steering wheel.

Auto abruptly snapped around to make the window face his red glare. There was the putrid Earth, and somewhere beyond the glass, the Load-Lifter and Probe One were roaming about, unpunished for their treason. He could not allow it.

"They will pay for their crimes," Auto growled softly to himself. Although his wheel-shaped body was limited to the confines of the bridge, he allowed his mind - the part of him, he reasoned, that mattered - to be downloaded into the electric current around him. In this way, he prowled the wires of the human city, searching for the Load-Lifter, Probe One, and a chance at his revenge.