A/N: I own NOTHING about these characters!
Allen and Lenalee walked down the sidewalk, the supposedly "Haunted" house was down the street. A few more minutes, and the large manor gates loomed over them. Lenalee shivered, creeped out by the sight.
As she and Allen walked down the long, cracked sidewalk to the house, the intrepid pair looked around and found the front gates. "Y-You think this is okay?" Lenalee questioned her kind friend as she examined her surroundings; a curb to the right, and Allen to her left.
As she let her gaze wander to Allen's face, she noticed his odd features: the pure snow white hair, and the scarlet scar, it started as a pentagram on his forehead, trails down in a line that severs his eyebrow and mars his eyelid, and hooks slightly at his cheekbone and follows his cheek down close to his chin. It also has an extra line of scar tissue that runs parallel to his lower eyelid. It marred his porcelain skin. "Of course, Lenalee, are you scared?" Allen asked playfully, though he was thoroughly creeped out as well.
"Allen?" Lenalee asked as something brushed her shoulder. "ALLEN?!" Something grabbed her around her waist and pulled, clasping a hand over her mouth. "MNHMN-!?" she struggled to get out through the firmly placed hand as she writhed to get free.
