Rating: T+

Warnings: OOCness, OCs, gore, grammatical errors and no beta.

Disclaimer: Whims of Anime does not own No. 6 or the Vocaloids (or their songs). They belong to their rightful owners. Please support the official release.

Dedication: To nezushijustwantstobefree, who dragged me into No. 6

Anime: Hey guys! Whims of Anime here! I'm bringing you guys another Vocaloid-No.6 fic here for October: Trick and Treat! Now, there will be some gore in this so it's a heavy T+ in regard for rating. If you have not heard the song Trick and Treat by the Kagamine Twins, check it out. It's worth the listen. Enough of my babbling: Here's chapter one of Trick and Treat!

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1: The First Trick

Safu was born and raised in a small town whose original name had long been forgotten and was simply called West Town. As soon as she was able to read at the age of three, she found out that this small town was named Lucifenia and the creepy forest that surrounded it was called the Devil's Woodland. Apparently, this ancient town and forest had been cursed by a being that people deemed to be either Lucifer or a heathen goddess. For some reason, that didn't seem to surprise her, as she was always wary of those large trees whose branches seemed to want to grab her.

Safu was wondering why that piece of information had come to her until she remembered that she was standing at the only path that led into the Devil's Woodland – now called the Eerie Forest by the local people. The twelve year old knew that she shouldn't even be near here but she had been avoiding the forest for years, ever since she was five. She felt that she needed to stand here again and remember exactly why no one ever approached this place when the sun was setting.

In fact, everything bad that happened in Lucifenia and the surrounding forest was her fault.

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Seven years ago

"Happy birthday, Safu!" Her parents shouted with glee, her grandmother staring at the now-five-year-old as she blew out her candles. The small yet bright girl had her brown hair in a braid that made it to her waist while her brown eyes glittered with excitement.

"Mommy, can I open my presents now?" She asked, jumping up and down in her excitement. No matter how mature she was for her young age, she was still a normal child that wanted presents.

"Go ahead, dear." Her mother responded, holding her husband's hand as their small daughter opened her first present. It was a light purple sweater, which Safu seemed to like as she hugged it to her chest.

The parents of Safu were glad that their daughter didn't mind the presents that she had gotten. Most children would want expensive toys – toys that, with their low income, they couldn't afford – for their birthdays and whine at the sight of clothing. Not Safu, they thought as Safu cheered over the book her mother had gotten her.

"Safu, come here."

The small girl turned to her grandmother, who was sitting in the rocking chair and motioning for her to come closer. After placing her book down carefully, Safu did just that, staring at her grandmother with thousands of questions on her mind. Unlike kids her age, though, she refrained from asking them.

Her grandmother reached for a small box that was on top of the stand close to her and smiled at her only granddaughter before giving it to her, "This is for you, little Safu."

"Thank you, Grandma." Safu bowed her small little head before she sat down on the carpeted floor and opened the box. Her eyes grew large while her mouth fell open, "How pretty!"

Safu took out the two things that were inside the box. Both of her gifts were rag dolls that clearly looked homemade – made by her doting grandmother – but the detail on them was impressive.

The dolls had white hair – not straw hair, fake hair or string hair but fabric hair – and cute button eyes. They were wearing identical clothes: black breeches, dark brown boots, a long sleeved black shirt with red stripes that started from their shoulders and a white cravat. The one on the left had green buttons for eyes while the one on the right had red buttons for eyes.

"I'm glad you like them, Safu," Her grandmother smiled, "I modeled them after the royal twins of No. 6 that my grandfather told me his grandmother had told him about. They're a maniacal pair of twins separated by their fate so keep them close, Safu. Okay?"

"Okay!" She replied, hugging the dolls to her chest and looking like the happiest kid in the world, "I'll keep them close together!"

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"Don't you think that the recent study of Jenova cells is fascinating?" Safu asked her dolls as she skipped by the edge of the woods, her dolls bouncing slightly as she skipped, "I can't believe that no one knew that the recent case of geostigma happened thanks to Jenova's cells. And I thought mako poisoning and the illegal sale of materia was interesting."

Many little girls at the age of five were wondering how her prince charming would look like or were too busy playing with dolls to give a thought to the workings of the world. Safu, brilliant as she was at her age, was the exception. This, however, blocked her ability to form bonds between the other villagers. She didn't seem to mind, though. Her dolls were better company than the other kids. They didn't ever question what mako was or who Jenova was.

Still, Safu had to admit she did get kind of lonely. After all, her dolls didn't talk back. If they did, Safu was sure that they'd be able to talk about how to stop the recent geostigma epidemic. Alas, her only friends were unable to speak.

"What a bright child you are."

Safu stopped and turned around to see a hooded woman sitting down on the edge of the forest, her smile being the only thing she could see. She tightened her grip on her dolls, staring at the woman with caution. Even kids who weren't as bright as she knew better than to speak with strangers so she stared at the woman with open distrust.

"Now, now, I will do you no harm." The woman whispered before extending her hand, "My dear, I can see that you wish for company. I do as well, so can you indulge me?"

Safu stared at her dolls for a moment before she walked to the woman and sat down next to her, humming softly to herself. She peeked shyly up to see the woman's face but she could only think this woman was very beautiful. She played with the prince twin – dubbed so because of his ruby-colored eyes – while rocking the emerald twin with her other hand.

"Those are beautiful dolls." The woman said before trying to reach for the emerald twin. She stopped, as if not wanting to overstep her boundaries. Safu looked at her with a smile before handing her the emerald twin. She held him before nodding, "These were made by your grandmother, correct?"

"Yes. They're twins so they can't be apart." Safu stated before the woman placed the emerald twin on the ground, the small rag doll looking miserable without his twin by his side. As such, Safu placed his brother next to him.

"They were a pitiable pair of twins separated by their fate," The woman said before humming, "If we were to be reborn, it'd be nice if we were twins again. Your wish was granted."

"Huh?" Safu blinked.

"Would you like it if your twin dolls were alive, my dear?"

That seemed to be too good to be true. Safu's eyes widened, "You can do that?"

"Of course." The woman said, brushing some dirt from their white hair, "I can grant your wish and theirs, so long as you can accept them."

"I will!"

That was when everything changed for young Safu.

~~~TAT~~~

Safu was walking home from school, holding her precious rag dolls on one hand while the other held an umbrella. It had rained a little outside and she didn't want to catch a cold in case it started raining again. Not to mention that her dolls could get ruined if rain got on them.

"We're a lamentable pair of twins, separated by our fate," She said in a sing-song, "If they must call you evil then, alas, I am too, for we share the same blood." She stopped when she saw three kids from her class up ahead. She blinked, staring at the two boys and one girl.

"Hey, it's Silly Safu with her stupid dolls!" The girl giggled. She was dressed in a yellow sundress and yellow rain boots, along with a white bonnet on her head. She had long red hair and glowing light blue eyes. She was Asami Shimura, a girl that came from a wealthy background. As such, she liked to pick on Safu, who was known to come from a poor background.

"Hello, Asami." Safu said respectfully and coolly, "Isn't it a little late for you to try to torment me?" She started walking past her, only for one of the two boys – a dark skinned male with light gray eyes and black hair named Roku – to trip her. She gave out a yell as she fell, her schoolbag, umbrella and dolls falling in the mud with her.

"Why are you being so informal with Asami-san, stupid Safu?" The other boy – a light skinned male with black hair and brown eyes named Daichi – asked before grabbing one of the dolls, the "prince" doll, "And look at this thing! Who'd want to play with this?"

"No, don't hurt him!" Safu yelled in fright before Asami placed her foot on Safu's back, making her fall into the mud again, "Don't hurt Shion!"

"Shion? What a stupid name!" Daichi said before throwing the doll and kicking it. It landed on a small puddle, looking dejected. Safu felt tears well up in her eyes as Roku grabbed the other doll. Daichi laughed as Roku passed him the emerald twin, "What'd you name this one? Rose or something?"

"He's Aster," Safu answered before her eyes widened as Daichi tugged on the green button, "and don't tug his button like that! Those are his eyes!"

"Shut up." Asami said in disgust before kicking Safu on the back of the head, "You're so stupid and your dolls are ugly. Rip that doll apart, Dai! Show Safu its stuffing!"

"No!" Safu cried. At the same time, the doll Shion sat up slowly and turned to face the four children. If they had been paying attention to him, they would have seen that the stitches that served as his mouth lifted in a smirk while his button eyes glinted.

~~~TAT~~~

The town was in an uproar all this week, Safu's mother thought as she watched her daughter play in the garden, having a tea party with her two dolls. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, remembering what had happened a week ago.

Mizuki-san, an elderly old man that Safu was fond of, had been doing his daily jog when he had heard Safu's cries for help. When he had arrived at the scene, it had been a bloodbath.

Safu was sitting down screaming in a puddle of blood, covered in the red liquid and mud while her dolls lay on her lap, also covered in blood and mud. Asami was leaning on a tree, a bloodied corpse whose throat had been ripped out while dry tears were in her cheeks. Roku was laying face-forward on the mud and his neck, face, arms, legs and stomach were covered in bloody gashes. Daichi was sprawled on the ground next to Safu, his eyes gone along with some of his fingers and one of his ears.

Everyone wanted to find the killer but Safu was too traumatized by the events to remember who had done such a thing. Whoever it was, he/she was going to be brought to justice.

"Safu," Her mother called, the girl turning to her, "why don't you play with the new girl next door?"

Safu shook her head, "No thank you. Shion, Aster and I are having a discussion about the current state of affairs over tea and muffins. Shion requested brioches but we don't have any."

"Shion and Aster?" Her mother looked at the nearly identical dolls, "Why'd you name them like that, Safu?"

"I didn't. They named themselves," The girl responded, making her mother stare at the dolls and then her child. Safu had never pretended that her dolls could talk so this was a new – and terrifying – development.

"Safu, I have an errand for you." Her mother spoke. Safu was about to grab her dolls when her mother shook her head, "Leave them, dear. I need you to deliver the package to Mizuki-san quickly." Safu turned to the dolls, hesitating before going inside.

"I'll be back soon, Mother, Shion and Aster!"

"Bye, honey." Her mother said. As soon as she heard Safu leave through the front door, she walked to the two dolls Safu had left behind. There was nothing different from them but she felt the sinister looks of the dolls as she picked them up.

"You need to leave Safu alone." She stated. She made her way into the house and made it to her room. At the moment, it was empty as her husband wasn't home so she got the key of their shared chest and unlocked it. She glanced at the dolls for a while before turning to the inside of the chest, ignoring the glint in the red button eyes of one of the dolls. She threw the dolls inside and locked the chest, not knowing why she felt better upon doing so.

When Safu returned, she asked over her dolls, as she would have expected her daughter to. She answered that she had no idea where they were. Even if her daughter seemed sad that her dolls were gone, the young mother was glad that those creepy dolls were gone from her child's side.

"They'll be upset with me if I don't find them soon." Safu muttered that night when her father tucked her into bed, her mother standing on the doorway, "They hate being alone or separated so I think it'd be a good idea if I found them soon."

"Don't worry, dear," Her father spoke, running a hand through his daughter's hair, "I'm sure Aster and Shion will turn up soon. Tomorrow, I'll search the whole house just for you."

"Thank you, Dad." Safu said. She received her goodnight kiss before slipping into the realm of dreams. Her father bid her a goodnight and he and his wife returned to their bed, where they too decided to fall asleep. Everything was peaceful until Safu's mother woke up to rattling.

She opened her eyes and turned to her husband who was still asleep – who needed the rest as he only had some precious hours of sleep before going to work – before sitting up in bed to see what the noise was.

She immediately found the source of the rattling, noticing the shaking chest immediately. Her heart began to pound as she saw the rattling of the chest become more insistent and loud. She couldn't move or speak, entranced by this event. All of a sudden, it was quiet. Then that moment ended.

The lock of the chest unlocked itself and the woman stared, in horrified awe, as the lid of the chest opened, as if done so by magic. The doll named Shion climbed out, the movement of the doll similar to that of a child learning how to walk for the first time. It ignored her as it whispered something and the doll Aster climbed out after him, this doll not as graceful as it fell like the rag doll it was when he reached the floor.

Shion helped Aster up and the two rag dolls began to walk towards the door, Shion jumping up to open said door while Aster pushed it open. They left the room, leaving the woman horrified.

What manner of demons live inside my house?

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"Mom, Dad, Aster and Shion came back last night!" Safu informed her parents, not seeing how pale her mother looked like while she drank her morning coffee, "Look!"

"That's excellent, Safu!" Her father said, lifting his daughter up and assessing the dolls, "Where do you think they hid themselves?"

"They said they were in a chest." The young woman nearly choked on her coffee, turning to look at the dolls and seeing them as the sinister beings that she knew they were. She could've sworn that Aster – the green-eyed menace – smirked at her but it could've just been the lighting.

"Odd." Her father set her down, he and his daughter ignorant of the creatures that they were holding. The mother, however, knew and she was afraid. The dolls were demons. She had to get rid of them.

"Well, let's go," The woman started when she saw her husband and Safu leaving, the dolls left in the table. She tried to remember where the duo were going before she remembered it was Bring Your Child To Work Day. Luckily – or unluckily? – toys weren't allowed in the office.

"Come back home soon," She said, waving at them. Once they were gone, she turned to the dolls. One of them was sitting up, a position he had not been in when Safu had left them. Her blood ran cold, her eyes wide.

"Are you trying to hurt my daughter?" She asked the doll – Aster – and felt silly for doing so. A doll couldn't be alive – last night must have been her hallucination – and it definitely couldn't speak. So why did she bother asking?

The stitches of the doll moved and the woman took a step back as the doll tilted its head, the buttons glinting in the morning light. It was thinking about something before it responded, sounding disembodied, "N-No."

That was it. She had to take these creatures to be exorcised, so they can be far away from her child. She grabbed the two dolls and ran to Safu's room. She tightened her grip on the dolls when she felt soft fabric trying to pry loosen her grip.

She found the box where the dolls had been in when they had been given to Safu and saw that her daughter had turned it to a toy chest, games like checkers inside as well. She stuffed the dolls in and closed the lid, leaving the house quickly. She heard pounding on the inside of the box and just walked faster to the chapel.

She knocked on the door of the chapel as soon as she reached it. When no one answered, she began to pound incessantly on the door. The fact that the box was rattling as the dolls tried to find a way to get out of the box frightening the poor, distraught woman.

After a while, the old priest of the small town opened the door, the woman immediately entering. She waited for the dolls to start screaming in pain in the presence of God but no such thing. Instead, the pounding began to sound too similar to the Morse code equivalent of 'what are you doing?'.

"What is wrong, Yasuno-san?" The old priest asked. The old and wise priest – Father Miyamoto – was perplexed. The Yasuno family – firm believers of science rather than religion – always strayed clear of the church so why was dear Satsuki Yasuno – a brilliant woman and an astounding mother – in here?

"Miyamoto-san," She fell to her knees, looking terrified, "Please believe me. I am a woman of science and that fact will not change soon. But I need your help of spirits that linger by my daughter's side."

"Yasuno-san," He asked, kneeling down on her and, seeing how the powerful woman trembled, he placed a hand of her shoulder, "what ails you, young one?" The young woman didn't know how to start, opting to just stare blankly at the old man.

"La lu li la la la lu li la la la." The two turned to face the faint singing coming from the box. The mother of Safu made a distressed noise, hanging close to the Father, who stared at the box in fascination," La lu li la la la lu li la la la."

"What is that?" He reached to open the box but he was stopped by the young woman's yell of 'stop'. He turned to her, "Yasuno-san, what is wrong? What is in there?"

"Demons." She whispered, glancing at the box, "Dolls being possessed by demons or spirits." She looked at him, "I saw them moving and one of them talked." She cried out as the banging started, nearing tears, "They're always so close to Safu and she knows they're alive and maybe they killed the three children because the dolls had been covered in blood when they were found and-."

"Breathe," the priest held the hands of the woman before turning to the box, "Name yourself, fiend."

The banging stopped and, for a moment, everything was silent. Then they both heard it: giggling. A voice began to cackle, "Fiend! Fiend, he say." More giggles, "He crazy."

"No fiend. W-We friends. We d-d-different." The other twin spoke and they began to giggle, "Shion and Aster friends, no fiend!"

"Children?" The priest asked, frowning, "No. These feel like old spirits. Spirits too ancient to be considered children." It was odd that it was like that. The spirits sounded like children, not adults, with their broken statements and lack of sentence structure.

"Old a-a-as you?" One of the twins giggled, the other one laughing outright. Neither of the humans found it funny. The woman turned to the old man, trying to figure out what he could do with them.

"I need to take them to Devil's Woodland, where they come from," He said, standing up and picking up the box, "If they are kept there under my seal, then we'll be able to prevent them from doing anything bad."

At this statement, the two dolls screeched and the pounding on the walls of the box commenced once more. The old man steeled himself, trying to forget that actual children were not locked inside the toy box and made his way out of the chapel. He turned to glance at Satsuki, "I'll make sure these two don't cause problems anymore."

~~~TAT~~~

Of course, Safu recalled the story her mother had told her for separating her from her favorite dolls, that was just wishful thinking on the old priest's behalf.

After the dolls were thrown into the woods, sealed by the priest to remain in captivity for as long as he live, something that didn't reassure Safu, children began to disappear. They were lead away into the night by the singing heard from the forest. Well, that was according to Haru, the five year old that had been caught trying to enter the forest.

Everyone was terrified, to say the least. Father Miyamoto banned people from entering the forest, telling them the nature of the demonic twins that lived within. Still, that didn't prevent the twins from bewitching people into entering the woods.

No one survived a night there. Most of the time, they returned headless, their hearts ripped out of their bodies. Other times, the whole body minus their eyes appeared. Once, a woman was distraught when she woke up to her child's eyeless decapitated head resting in her mail box, another child's motionless body lying in front of said mail box with a knife on her throat.

Everyone knew to not get anywhere near the forest, especially at sunset when they were the most powerful. The twins were the boogeyman, making mothers scare their children with the if-you-don't-behave-you'll-be-taken-by-the-devil-twins-of-Lucifenia talk that worked better than any warning about the boogeyman.

That was the most that Safu wanted to remember, still staring at the woods. Years had passed at she was now significantly older than her five year old self – perhaps not that much older, though. She didn't know why she still missed them, though. She dusted her school uniform and turned around, "Well, it's time for me to go back home."

"I agree."

Safu turned around so quickly, she almost got whiplash. There, standing at the edge of the forest with glowing, menacing orange eyes were Aster and Shion. Except, this time, they did not look like dolls; they looked like humans. They looked the same age she did, as if they were aging with her. Their clothes were the same, too, and they didn't have a drop of dirt or other things on it (like blood). They were holding hands, staring at her with matching smirks.

They're getting stronger, Safu thought and knew that she was in trouble if they got near here.

"You can't come back home." Safu replied, frowning at the twins. Thanks to the setting sun that cast shadows on the two figures, she could see the true forms of these dolls on the ground. She turned back around, "Consider this a major timeout, boys!"

"That's mean, Safu."

"Did we really do something bad?"

Safu turned around as she saw Shion was a foot away from the edge of the forest. He smiled at her, eyes turning to his regular hue of red and reached out for her. Safu turned back around and ran, ignoring the laughter of the devilish twin dolls.

"Run as fast as you can~. We'll reach you one day~! And you'll watch when we teach the old priest and your mom a good lesson." She heard Aster and Shion laugh loudly before she turned around, panting slightly. She was glad that there was no one chasing her and that she could no longer see the forest. There were some secrets that needed to be buried and some skeletons had to remain in the closet. She just hoped that this would last long in obscurity. If they did escape, a plague upon mankind would be unleashed.

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Anime: I hope you liked that. This is my first time writing horror so be gentle with me. Please. See you in chapter 2.