Done for a writing contest on neopets. Don't ask.
Nothing is mine except for the Jack the ripper story.
"I think we shall get along dashingly," the blonde girl said, bustling around her parent's kitchen. A tray of cookie dough sat on the counter, antique-looking metal shape-cutters scattered in a haphazard pile near it. Frosting tubes in various colours littered a oaken table set with oddments to decorate the cookies.
"Shan't we?" I asked, my long crimson locks pulled away from my face. The both of us had flour dusting our hands and the aprons we wore over the Victorian gowns her mother had made us. (It was halloween, and we had been watching versions of Sweeney Todd for weeks) I winked at her and started cutting out shapes from the dough as she popped another tray from the oven. She set it onto the table amid the frosting and sprinkles.
"So," She started, popping a coloured tube open. "How're we going to do this?" This meaning the decorating of the cookies.
"Let's make 'em look bloody! Then we can be like Mrs. Lovett!" I suggested. Neither of us could figure out how one should put together a meat pie, so we'd settled for cookies. They were the only thing I could bake, but she (of course) was a natural in the kitchen. Part of the reason hers was so big.
Mine could barely fit half the stuff hers did. Like my many generations of mothers and grandmothers, I couldn't cook worth a dime. My dad, however, could kick bum in that department.
She giggled at my suggestion. "I like that. But do you think the chocolate chunks will taste better with strawberry or cherry?" I considered this for a moment.
"Cherry, strawberry's chocolate's antithesis." She looked slightly confused.
"I thought that was Vanilla?" I snorted.
"The three of them are mortal enemies! Think of Neapolitan ice cream!" I mean, seriously! Understanding flashed across her face as she smiled.
"I get it! Vanilla is balanced by chocolate, and they're both canceled out by strawberry, right?" She picked up a tube of cherry frosting and started squirting it on the cookies like blood splatters. The two of us were lovers of horror, one of the reasons we got along so well.
Once we started watching a Jack the Ripper movie, and all it did was make us hungry for the leftover cabbage and corned beef brisket my mom made.
Weird, right? The oven 'ding!'ed and I popped the next batch (cinnamon squirrel, don't ask) into its maw.
"D'y'ever think that we're aliens?" I asked randomly. "I mean, we're so weird!"
I have odd reasoning.
"Sometimes. Especially when we get into some of those movies." She answered. "We're different, that's for sure."
I contemplated this."Maybe we've been sent here by a renegade God to set the people free from the stupidity of this age!" I proclaimed, waving my arms with dramatic emphasis. Many people have said I was born for the stage.
I'm inclined to agree with them.
I snagged a tube of frosting with my arm movements, then started to help her decorate the cookies. She was giggling at my antics.
"O, then by the Unnamed God of Horror, we shall set out on our mission!" And this, my dears, is why Namine Strife is my best friend.
We ended up turning the kitchen into what looked like the setting of a blood-bath after all the cookies were done, using the discarded strawberry frosting and some food-coloured water mixed with powdered sugar.
And that is the tale of how I, Kairi Gainsborough, spent my first Halloween with my best friend in all the worlds.