Important Author's Note: HELLO EVERYONE I am back from the dead! It has been ages, (literally) since I have uploaded anything! I originally published a Lock Shock and Barrel fanfiction at least 4 years ago, (damn) and I guess it's becoming full circle as I am back on this account yet again, writing another story for you all! But this time, I have a special entry that sparked my inspiration to come back.
-THIS IS NOT MY FANFICTION-. This lovely and entertaining piece of work is created by @witch_shock on Instagram. She is a creative mind like myself, and this is her work! Please go to her account and credit her for the original story! She has a Russian translation of this story on Ficbook /readfic/5166607/13699918#part_content
I did not create this amazing story, sadly! XD That is how much I like it. However, this version of the story brought to you was adapted and translated to English by me. The creator of this story is Russian , and she needs her story to be shared to the world and not just in Russia! I hope you all enjoy this story as much as she enjoyed making it and I enjoyed translating it.
Chapter 1.
Behind tightly intertwined branches of black, like a burning in a fire of trees, is Halloweentown - a terrible and dark place. Despite the fact that its inhabitants belong to the holiday, full of sweets, fun and jokes. In the gray days, everyone tries to find the same gray and gloomy occupation as they themselves.
They definitely do not miss those monsters who have children. This is usually honored in Halloweentown for a monster to have a child, but at the same time it's not so easy to get along with, for the child can be a nuisance to the community. So every self-respecting parent of this city does everything to get rid of their annoying child as soon as possible. And where to send it?
Call this place whatever you want - a kindergarten or a school, but everyone in the town knows that the parents leave their children there under the supervision of "experienced" educators. There, the child can not only "play the fool", but also learn something.
Although, children certainly do not care about reading or acquiring skills... All they ever care about is frightening others and demanding sweets. After all, in Halloweentown you can play with venomous snakes and spiders, run alongside prickly bushes, ravines, and so on ... in general, the whole experience is complete "security".
But most often, all of the students behaved calmly. In this boring place every child tried to lick up to a teacher who, for her good behavior, gave candies to the right (the well behaved kids) and to the left (the not so well behaved.)
They had to play quiet games; behave not very noisily... In order not to interfere with the teacher to sleep, of course. The only pleasure in this institution the kids seemed to have was to tease those who behaved badly. It's unpleasant that they make fun of you, but you cannot take revenge, because your soul is ready to receive the seemingly false reward and praise, if they didn't make fun of you later. Despite all of this, there were those students that were neutral who ignored all of that classroom drama. Students for whom Halloween was like to them every day; pranks and hooliganism - the occupation of all life there was to them.
A boy, four years old in appearance and wearing a red devil-like suit, barely kept pace with his mother, who walked with wide confident steps. Finally, she stopped at a low fence.
"Come," said the woman in a black robe, very similar in appearance to her son, who was about to run to a friend and flashed among the crowd of children rudely.
He didn't even say goodbye to his mother, as if he didn't care about her at all.
Seeing that the devil was about to flee, the woman grabbed him by a very long tail and as he turned to her, she sternly said:
"Just try again today to do something!" I'll hear one more complaint out of your mouth and you'll stay without candy forever!"
" All right," he muttered annoyingly and tried to escape, but the "escape" failed.
"I did not finish!" exclaimed the mother of the devil. "Lock, if you communicate with this stupid "Barrel", I will not let you out of the house. Do not disgrace our family. Have you seen his parents? It's just an ugly sight, and their offspring is even worse!"
"I understand," Lock said discontentedly, without even arguing... it was useless.
Barrel, who was a skeleton, or a zombie (his friend didn't even know it himself), was the boy that Lock had met a week ago, on Halloween.
Though it was silly, at a first chance of meeting each other, their friendship was obvious. They decided that they would be best friends forever.
Grunting, and without another word, Lock's mother retired.
Being too arrogant and stuck-up, she never liked Lock either.
Lock's parents even decided to flee from Barrel and his parents and live independently, because Barrel's ancestors were "definitely not better" in their eyes. They were so selfish that they even forgot that they had a son.
In short, parents in this city were not much concerned with children, as were the parents' children. Each of them could go anywhere at any time, and neither side would care. But for some reason, many kids still continue to listen to their parents and allow themselves something fun and interesting only for the holiday that came every year.
Of course, at first glance it may seem that no one feels any friendship or other familiar feelings and things in this city. However, it is not. Even this is not uncommon here.
Lock happily ran past the teacher, who did not even notice him because she was asleep, passing by the children who fled in different directions at the sight of him, and then, with a running start, dived into the bushes.
Not noticing that his friend Barrel was hiding there, Lock flew at him, and together they suddenly laughed and rolled down the hill, which hid behind the bushes, and then with a thud, fell onto the bare ground.
"Well, you gave up on the first day didn't you!" exclaimed Barrel.
" I just didn't have time to slow down. It's not so easy to just notice who sits in the bushes!" Justified Lock, who sat up with a slightly annoyed look on his face.
"Why are you hiding in there anyway?" He asked, helping his friend to get up.
"Someone remembered yesterday's rally..." Barrel explained, hinting about the sports tournament that the stronger kids played involving throwing the opposite team across the field. It was a violent game.
"Idiots," said Lock, looking around.
"I wonder what kind of place it is? We haven't actually been here yet."
Barrel followed Lock's trail and began to look around. But all around, the area was covered with fog, and you could not see anything beyond your nose.
"I can't see anything in this fog..." Barrel frowned. "Hmm...We need to examine everything in more detail. Take a stick," said Lock, lifting a long branch that lay not far away from them. "What for?" asked Barrel.
But Lock did not have time to answer, because someone behind them chuckled loudly. Because of the fog, it was impossible to see, but they both could tell that this someone was standing on a rock.
"Who are you?.." Lock asked between a mix of fear and curiosity.
The unknown figure jumped neatly from his "pedestal".
It turned out that it was a girl. She looked at the boys with displeasure.
"What, have you forgotten?" For some reason, she asked offendedly, like she wanted them to answer differently or as if they had met her before, when they hadn't seen this wacky-looking girl in their life.
She looked very funny. It was a witch with a long purple hat. This incredible headdress was above the mistress several times her size.
"What is this, your kingdom?" Lock asked with a sneer.
"Oh, maybe it IS mine!" Said the witch confidently.
"Well, it's kinda not a good idea to arrange it under the hill. Uncomfortable. And what's your hat for?" The devil grinned, waving his tail.
"On your head, you idiot." "-MY CROWN!" snapped the girl.
"But you're not a princess, you're a- a wi-" started Barrel.
"Get out of here!!!" The girl retorted.
"Wait," said Barrel, remembering that he had already seen this girl somewhere. "So it was you, last week, that threw a clapper in lunch at the teacher?" He slowly grinned.
"And what do you care?! Something too obvious to make fun of me for!?" She then became completely upset and turned away from them.
"What do you mean?? We got here accidentally!" cried Barrel.
"And about your stunt? It's just ... We liked it." Lock suddenly said, realizing that no one had taken her here at this school either. "You thought up a great deal! It was actually entertaining!"
"You didn't even go here then." said the girl, still a bit upset and not gaining their trust. "A couple of days ago I came...Remember?" Whispered Barrel, But Lock just waved it off.
" Wait... Is it true? You actually liked it?" the witch did not believe it and turned towards them.
"Yeah," Lock exclaimed cheerfully and held out his hand to the girl. "Um..Lock.." Barrel whispered again.
The devil nudged his friend in the ribs.
"Sorry," Barrel grumbled unhappily, rubbing the sore spot.
"It's settled then," the witch smiled, exposing her sharp teeth. She glanced at the outstretched hand and squeezed it incredulously, accepting their acquaintance.
"My name is Shock by the way." She said, still with a wicked smile.
"Wait, Shock ,didn't you scare all the guys out yesterday?" Barrel asked.
"Hmph. What's the difference?" Without Shock giving Lock an answer, Barrel would have been into trouble once again for asking something he shouldn't have.
"And, can you not ask??" Shock retorted back, becoming offended once again.
"Do you always answer a question with a question?" Inquired Lock with a smile, who was amused by the offended voice of the new acquaintance, no less than her hat.
"Well, do you?" understanding what the boy was getting at, Shock smiled back impudently.
Barrel then said, "Well... I want to offer you something."
"Partnership?" the witch kept grinning. "Because cleverly enough, your "gang" is clearly not enough for me."
"Oh, so! .." Now Barrel was the one getting angry. This girl was already starting to annoy him with her impudence. However, Lock didn't let him continue or worsen the conversation any further .
"I want to offer my friendship!" Barrel suddenly blurted out. Perhaps it was worth the hard work to say. Firstly, he never said such things, especially to girls. He was sure that she would refuse, especially judging by the last phrase, which even spoiled their first impression ... However, Lock somehow decided to trust him.
Shock, in turn, was delighted by this offer because she did not have any friends. She was tired of constantly wandering all alone in this city. And here, two friends, and possibly lovers...are the same as her.
"I accept the offer, but only if you stop pouting for me," said Shock, smiling as she approached Barrel. "And how old are you, by the way? I'm 5!"
"I'm 3," said Barrel. His huge smile lit up his face again when Shock gave him a candy, which she took out of her dress pocket.
"I'm 4. And, Shock, I'll be the leader here, don't you agree?" said Lock Devilishly .
"'Will you command us?'" Here's another show-off!" said Shock indignantly.
"Eh, I'm not a show-off all the time. And why not listen to someone other than yourself?" Snapped Lock.
"And i'm not weak!" Exclaimed Shock with enthusiasm. "But we will come back to this... In the meantime, let's not fight for once in out lives! ...After all, we're Three of a Kind..."
"Birds of a Feather!" Barrel picked up, catching the eye of his friends.
"Now and Forever!" Shouted Lock.
All three children laughed playfully at this remark.
"Hey you! Come up from there!" The screeching voice of the teacher came from somewhere in one of the tall building's windows. The Trinity looked up in confusion.
"Hey you two, did you forget you weren't supposed to make a noise?" Shock said and laughed mockingly along with Lock and Barrel. "And now ...we are outta here!" she shouted and waved at the nearby hill and all the judging students looking down at her with malice.
"And it'll be real fun!" said Lock, laughing as he ran away with Shock.
"Yeah!!! Bye idiots!!!" Agreed Barrel, catching up with them.