FlyingHissha here! I welcome to my first piece of fanfiction on this account. This idea flashed into my head actually a month ago while I was looking around at Vocaloid songs. I saw someone's attempt (quite crude, really) to make the sonic characters sing Vocaloid songs. It was basically just a bunch of vocaloids that sort of sounded like the characters meshed into a low sound quality. However, this sparked something…

Before you who don't know a thing about Vocaloids, don't sweat it! I was there but a short year ago. You can still equally enjoy these one-shots without having to hear or have heard the songs they are from. Those who do… good for you, you'll have spoilers :P! To set the mood, I usually listen to the songs while writing, so if you want to listen to them, or perhaps find a "music video" for it, be my guest! Look it up on the great and powerful YouTube! /(.c.)/

!DISCLAIMER! I do not own Sonic or Vocaloid. None of these songs, or characters, belong to me bros. They belong to Crypton, various Vocaloid artists, and Sega.

!WARNING! This is more leaning towards the side of horror, but it really isn't that bad. If you came here for romance, sit tight my lovelies, it's coming. There is a character death, but by not means with it be gory or anything icky. Some slight OOC-ness because of horror nature. Plus, Chris-haters beware. I'm truthfully not a Chris fan, but for this particular song, I felt he fit perfectly. :D Oh, and beware of excessive use of the word laughing.

o()o()o()o() Presenting… TRICK AND TREAT by Rin and Len Kagamine o()o()o()o()

"What's in the box, mama?" a child probably no older than seven years curiously questioned while shaking a meticulously wrapped present. His mother let off a small chuckle as she ran her perfectly manicured hand through his brown hair. Being a movie star, she set herself to shoot for perfection when it came to her appearance, even when the cameras weren't rolling.

"Well, why don't you open it and see, Chris darling!" She cooed lovingly, enjoying one of the rare visits to see her son immensely. As expected of a little boy, Chris tore it the gift like a wild animal, mouth set into an excited grin. As he finally got through the colorful red paper that decorated the outside of the otherwise plain looking brown box, he lifted the flaps covering the object inside and let off a shrill gasp. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as he lifted the contents from the container.

"I hope you like it! It's another of those stuffed dolls, since I know how much you loved the other-" The millionaire mother was cut off by an oxygen depriving bear hug from her son. As soon as he let go he squeezed the doll he held instead, mashing it against his pale check. The doll was a spiky looking animal, mainly a rich color of cobalt blue, with a more peach looking skin tone around it's muzzle, arms, and tummy. Little red shoes had been added to cover its feet, while pure white satin adorned his hands. Carefully stitched to his muzzle was a big, warm looking smile and green buttons were attached above that for eyes.

Later that day, Chris practically soared into his bedroom with his new toy clutched to his side. He giggled as he flopped onto his bed, spreading his arms out wide with the doll next to him. Pillows, as well as a few stuffed animals toppled to the hardwood floor with a small plop. The elated child hardly noticed as he crushed the blue stuffed animal in another embrace.

"I love you so much, Sonic! You're the best toy ever!" He cried with another wide smile.

Had stuffed animals been able to show feeling, perhaps you'd have seen the plaid elephant shed a small tear. However, his time in the spotlight had been long over. A doll fashioned like an astronaut might have groaned, showing his annoyance to his master's sporadic favoritism. He'd only been "the best toy ever" for a day or two. A long, worn-looking green snake would have simply stared, completely motionless. His black button eyes would have shifted to the two dolls, which had rolled under the bed from their harsh fall. Perhaps their fall just moments ago had been symbolic of their drop from the favorites spot. Those two dolls had been the master's favorite toys for going on 3 years, which was quite impressive to the snake. His fake eyes would have also widened when he saw their reaction.

But… you wouldn't have to use your imagination to see the two dolls' eyes narrow.

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Five long years had come and gone after that night. Now a twelve year-old, Chris had grown much those days. Around the age of nine, the boy had learned in a rather unpleasant way that dolls were for girls. A few neighborhood bullies had torn his beloved blue doll from his arms and basically tore the poor toy limb from limb. His cries and pleas were easily ignored as the older boys had tossed the ruined remains of fabric and fluff to the side, walking away laughing, as though the occurrence had been absolutely hilarious. He had later questioned his friends about the event later, and they quickly informed him that dolls were for girls. It took about a year or two, but Chris had finally gotten over what he later labeled as his doll phase. He piled his old dolls into a moldy cardboard box and carelessly dumped them on the side of the road.

It was now Halloween night, midnight to be exact. The crisp October winds blew his hair about and sent small chills through his body. Tall corn stalks surrounded him, the only light coming from the flashlight he gripped tightly in his hand.

"Francis! Danny! This game is getting old, really fast!" His young voice bellowed through the almost silent night. His friends had gotten the bright idea to visit the "Haunted Corn Maze" to celebrate the holiday of tricks and treats. He'd happily obliged at the time, his advanced maturity having forbid him from the mere though of going trick or treating. However, he didn't expect them to dash off, giggling and playfully shouting taunts that he couldn't catch them. He'd cracked a grin and took off after them, but after a few minutes, he'd lost them entirely.

Before Chris could reopen his mouth, he heard some faint giggles that seemed to radiate from the stalks of corn to his left. He almost jumped out of his skin, falling onto the dirt path with a thud. Hearing the voices laughing again, he discerned the voices…

Of a young girl and boy.

Chris's expression instantly changed from frightened, to relieved, and finally, irritated.

"Guys! What the heck? You scared me!" He scolded, standing back up and brushing the dust and dirt from his britches. His mood didn't approve when the only response he got was another mess of childish giggles.

"Alright you can come out now!" He shouted, enraged at his acquaintance's cruel behavior. This time though, the sound of crunching came to his ears as the snickering slowly got fainter and fainter.

They were running from him.

"HEY! WAIT UP!" He yelled, dashing through the dry stalks before him. The brown leaves whipped at his face as he struggled not to fall over the mess of natural debris on the ground. The laughing was becoming louder and louder as he started closing the gap between them. His luck ran out when he tripped on a particularly large, fallen corn stalk and found himself sprawled on the grass, which was as withered and dead looking as the corn.

When he finally picked himself up, he realized that he was no longer stuck in the maze, but was far outside of it, staring straight into a dark looking forest. Confused, he stepped forward slightly, hesitant to put himself so far from anyone who could give him assistance if he needed it.

"D-Danny? F-Francis? Hello?" Chris stuttered, staring straight into the woods before him. To his shock, he wasn't met by a giggle or silence.

"Come, come, until your deeper into the heart of the forest," the voice of a boy who seemed a bit younger than he called in an almost melodic tone. Chris recoiled in shock, having never heard the voice in his life.

'W-Who are you? W-What do you want?" Chris asked loudly, shivering slightly from the winds. He pulled the collar of his jacket up in hopes of providing his cheeks with some resistance from the harsh October breeze.

""Hurry, hurry! You'll only get closer if you're quick!" A younger voice, surely female, responded in a similar way as the boy. Chris was about to run off screaming when he suddenly thought about his circumstances.

"Wait a second… FRANCIS! DANNY! Not funny! Seriously, guys!" He cried, fury dripping from his words. It seemed to get incredibly quiet in that moment.

"But, Chris… come on! Isn't this fun?" "Francis" finally inquired in a joking manner after about two minutes of awkward silence.

"No, it's not!" He bellowed back, waving his arms about like a madman, which he may as well have been at the moment.

"But, Chris… The game has just begun!" "Danny" replied, before the sound of two hastily retreating footsteps met the infuriated tween's ears.

"HEY!" Chris quickly pursued the two into the forest, growing more and more sick of the constant snickering (as did the author, who was running out of new, non-repetitive synonyms for "laughing"). The pursuit didn't last nearly as long as he expected as he found himself standing in the foggy yard of a large, eerie looking mansion. He arrived just in time to hear the door slam shut behind his quarry. The boy let out a growl as his hand slid down his face in frustration.

He approached the door, any caution he may've had drowned by irritation. He reached for the doorknob and went to turn it, only to be met by the stubborn click click of the lock each time he jiggled the knob.

"Let me in!" He cried in frustration, banging his fists against the door. It was thrown open so quickly that he almost fell forward. However, nothing could have possibly prepared him for the sight before him. He let out a shriek that rivaled that of the goat that had gone viral as his fell to his rump and attempted to scramble away from the two figures who grinned down at him.

One thing was for sure… they weren't Danny and Francis. They were ANIMALS.

"Hello Master!" The two creatures chimed cheerfully.

"Francis" was a small, cream-colored rabbit girl whose ears flopped down to her waist. She wore a pretty grey dress that puffed out slightly at the bottom with a neatly tied red neckerchief (is that what it's called?). Red and grey tights stuck tightly to her thin legs. Her chocolate brown eyes were warm, but wrapped in tightly guarded mystery. Chris quickly realized that she was probably about half his age.

"Danny" was probably only a one or two-year difference, since he shared his creepy companion's short stature, but was slightly taller. This time though, the creature was a fox that was dominantly yellow with large patches of white fur on his muzzle and the tips of his tails. He didn't wear much as opposed to his female friend, but he had on a nice-looking jacket the same color as her dress. A similar red neckerchief was tied tight around his neck. The oddest thing about the fox child was that two, bushy tails swayed in an almost hypnotic fashion. His big blue eyes practically shined with excitement.

"Hello, master! Please, do come in!" The little rabbit said, breaking the strange quiet that Chris had brought to analyze the two animals. The fox was at his side in a moment, holding out a white, gloved hand to the fallen tween.

"I do apologize if we frightened you, master!" He added as he pulled Chris to his feet with a strength that surprised the other boy. The two kits (yes! A baby rabbit is called a KIT, bro! Deal with it) had to release a chuckle at the stupefied expression on his face.

"My, isn't it cold outside? Why don't we go inside, master?" The cream-colored animal more stated than asked as the two led their "master" inside the mansion they had come to call "home". However, before Chris could respond to the alarm bells frantically going off in his head, he found himself pushed down into a rather comfortable armchair.

"N-Now hold on just a second! I-I-" the boy was cut off when a steaming cup of tea was jammed into his hands by the bunny. Before he could blink, the two strange kits were seated across from him on an equally comfy couch. His eyes widened as he saw the animal children quickly down the boiling drink without a single wince. That was it.

"Who the heck are you and what do you want!" he shouted for not the first time that night as he slammed the cup onto the table. Tea splattered everywhere, even a drop landed upon his cheek. However his sudden anger and distress led him not to notice the burning liquid.

The rabbit and fox were immediately at his side. The boy gently picked his teacup back up as the girl swept her finger down his cheek, sopping up the tea with her finger. She stuck it into her mouth and backed away from the confused human.

"Why, you don't remember us master?" The little fox questioned, slight hurt permeated through his usual joking tone. The rabbit had on a slight pout, but seconds later, their normal expressions, void of seriousness, returned.

"My name is Cream, master!" The bunny girl finally answered with a quick, graceful curtsy.

"My name is Miles, sir, but you may call me Tails!" The fox boy said, following in suit with a similarly smooth bow.

"Well, my name is-" Chris started, only to be interrupted again.

"Chris," Cream and Tails finished with a giggle. The boy could only sit stunned as the twosome's attention never drifted from him. After another second, Tails returned the cup to the tween's hands.

"Drink your tea, Master Chris! It will get cold!" The yellow fox reminded as he perched himself to the arm of Chris's chair. Before he knew it, Cream sat on the other, legs crossed.

"Yes, Master Chris! It isn't hot anymore!" He could feel her warm breath softly tickling his ear. A shudder ran through his body as he decided to obey the furries. He put the porcelain cup to his dry lips and slowly sipped the liquid. To his surprise, his taste buds were met with an immensely sweet, calming taste. He sighed in delight as his body practically slid down in the chair. He then took a huge gulp, greatly enjoying the beverage.

"My, my! It seems you liked the tea!" Tails cooed, smile widening to show his pearly white canines. Chris simply nodded, eyes wide and sparkling.

"Yes! Could I… have another cup?" He asked, insecurities slowly returning.

"Why of course, master! Wait just a moment!" Cream chirped, gone from the sitting room in a second. Chris tried to start a sort of conversation with the fox at his side when the rabbit seemingly skipped into the room with a fresh cup and a teapot in hand. Tails hopped down from his seat and took the cup from his partner, lightning her load. He held it tightly as Cream pored the steaming tea into the cup. With a swift puff however, the steam all but vanished.

After several cups of this amazing tea, Chris could feel his eyes becoming heavy. He glanced at his digital watch and almost bopped himself on the head. It was around 3:00 AM. He sadly glanced up at his two hosts tiredly as he started to stand up.

"I'm sorry guys, but I really have to-" He was beginning to wonder if the two kits enjoyed cutting him off.

"You're not thinking of leaving, Master Chris, now are you?" Cream whined, brown eyes having grown huge in disappointment. Strangely though, her grin didn't falter.

"I have to get home now. My friends and family are probably worried…" He responded, looking away from his new friends. Both Cream and Tails glanced at each other with worry sparking in their eyes.

"B-But master, think about it, it's late, you're tired, and it storming-" This time, the young fox was cut off by Chris.

'What? It isn't storming!" He cried, standing up and charging towards the window. Cream and Tails stood back while Chris yanked open the worn, lavender curtains covering a large window above the coach. He couldn't stop a gasp from slipping as he took in the raging storm outside. A flash of lightning flashed and struck the grass before the house, followed by the deafening roar of thunder. The human let out a squeak, letting go of the curtain and falling backward. Before he could hit the floor, two pairs of tiny hands caught his arms, pulling him upright.

"Maybe you should stay with us for the night, Master Chris," Cream suggested, wrapping her arms around the human and pressing herself to him.

"Yes, you can worry tomorrow, master," Tails added, twirling a lock of Chris's brown hair with his index finger.

"But in the meanwhile, master, shall we play a game?" The two asked in sync, large eyes captivating his attention.

"Why not, I gue- HEY!" The world around him turned black. He started flailing his arms when they were suddenly grabbed and pinned to his sides.

"Master… calm down. It's just a game!" Tails's voice giggled from the darkness. Chris felt two feet positioned on his shoulders as a cloth was tied around his eyes.

"Yes, master, if you loosen the blindfold, it won't be fun!" Cream hopped down from the tween, satisfied with her handiwork. Chris stuck his arms out as he attempted to walk forward, only to bump into the coffee table and knock over the half-full teacup perched on it.

"Guys… I don't get this game!" Chris wailed helplessly, feeling about the obstruction to his path to maneuver around it. His right hand was suddenly grabbed and held tight.

"Watch your step! I'll take you by the hand!" Tails said, holding the hand close to his chest. Chris surprisingly could not feel the steady rise and fall of the furry. Another hand, more feminine this time, grabbed his left hand, doing the same thing. The teen blushed, thankful the little rabbit was just a child.

"So, Master Chris! Entrust yourself to us!" Their synchronized tones sounded almost like a song, calming the frantic beats of his heart.

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Chris estimated that he'd been sitting on the floor for quite some time. The twosome had led him about the house for an hour, joking and skipping about with him before asking him to sit down, as they claimed they were tired. To tell the truth, Chris was tired, but the blindfold tied firmly about his eyes made him feel uneasy. What if his new friends ditched him, leaving him in the middle of foreign territory?

He shuddered at the thought, drawing up his knees and hugging them in a suffocating embrace. He could feel the small warmth from a nearby candle, flickering gently in the windless room. He heard no sounds of breathing but his own, and although Cream and Tails told him they would stay, he couldn't help but feel like they'd run off again, giggling quietly and chirping their songlike taunts.

Chris could no longer take it; he pulled the right side of the blindfold down as inconspicuously as he could. Much to his shock, Cream and Tails sat against the wall together, seemingly chatting quietly, probably about the trivial pursuits many children would enjoy talking about. Candles were set about much of the seemingly empty room, casting eerie shadows onto the moldy walls.

His eyes widened when he saw that instead of their shadows being larger than themselves, like anyone else's, they were… smaller. Like the size of…

Dolls…

Chris glanced about the room, suddenly aware of several other objects lying about the room. The sight made his hair stand on end. A plaid stuffed elephant sitting in the corner of the room had been impaled with a butcher's knife. The headless body of an astronaut doll lay awkwardly on the windowsill, barely visible over the excessively long, shredded curtains. A long snake hung from a chandelier, which had been unlit for decades it seemed. It's black button eyes had been forcefully torn out. And most shockingly, the remains of his favorite blue doll sat in his lap, further torn to shreds and defaced with red marker.

He suddenly… knew. He remembered these two… Flashbacks of tea parties, make-believe games, and most of all, those smiles soared through his brain at supersonic speed. Tails and Cream… used to be his favorite dolls. The toys lying about him had been broken by the twosome, because of their bitter resentment. He had replaced them. But… they… they had been dolls!

"My, my! What a wicked child! You're already awake?" Tails's lighthearted scolding brought him recoiling out of his thoughts. The fox gesture to the blindfold now hanging limply from the human's neck.

"If the blindfold came off… then shall I blind you?" Cream asked, covering his eyes once more with her small, gloved hands from behind. Chris could feel himself shivering underneath the rabbit's grip. She felt it too and fell back, coming around to face him. Their toothy grins had never left.

"Come now! Smile! Let's see that precious face," Cream insisted, reaching out and pulling Chris's lips into a forced smile with her fingers.

Chris jumped to his feet, knocking the rabbit and fox off of him. He started running as fast as he could through the seemingly never-ending corridors of the twosome's decaying mansion. His sneaker clad foot hit a rotting floorboard with such strength that it broke, and he was sent plummeting. He hit the floor again with a sickening crack.

His head was spinning and he could hear faint shouting, though he couldn't discern what was being said. He stumbled up to his feet with panicked tears falling from his eyes. Once his vision cleared slightly, he realized he was in the tearoom that he'd enjoyed so much just a few short hours ago.

He took off once more, this time straight through the open window. The glass shattered into hundreds of fragments, piercing his arms and legs. He went into an uncontrolled roll as he hit the dead grass. It, surprisingly had stopped raining, but the wet ground soaked through his clothing, giving the tween an uncomfortable feeling. Not bothering with his soiled clothing, Chris started toward the dirt path he'd taken to get here in the first place.

He heard nothing but the howling wind through the thick, spooky trees and the pounding of his feet against the dirt. His heart felt like it was about to pop out of its chest and his ragged breathes were result of his fatigue and panicked sobbing. He then tripped over a tree root that jutted from the dirt, but this time he just sat there, salty tears stinging his eyes.

"Abandon the notion of having a choice, master." Tails spat as he suddenly appeared, wrapping his arms around Chris's neck in a tight chokehold. Chris squirmed under the younger boy's grasp, but found the doll turned flesh to be much stronger than he.

"We'll lure you in, so just enjoy your tea!" Cream sang as she landed in front of him, holding something behind her back. She inched forward threateningly, wearing a more predatory smirk this time.

"We want you, master. We want your heart… forever."

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"Chris?"

"Hey, Chris!"

"Master Chris!"

"Master Chriiiiiiiiis, where are you?"

Four voices: one of a young boy, one of a young girl, one of a butler, and one of a Hispanic cook, cut the silence of the otherwise silent forest.

"I'd say it's useless. We've been searching here all night. Are you sure that he'd be in here?" The boy asked his female companion, who shrugged in response.

"Well, that farmer guy thought he say some people over here! We may as well try, Danny!" She argued, playing nervously with her short red hair.

"We should be heading back now, children, Master Chris is not present here. We shall continue or expedition in the morning," The tall, Asian butler called to the bickering tweens. They sighed in despair, but nodded.

As they left, they hadn't noticed that a bit off of the path, a figure sat, slumped over. Chris sat unmoving, his heart never to beat again, as it sat in the nubby hands of the little rabbit doll and the little fox doll on his lap.

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Heh heh, that was actually longer than I thought it'd be. Please, though, don't go off on me for being OOC, this is how the song is supposed to go, and I (and most other people) see Tails and Cream naturally being the twins for some reason. And if some of their lines sounded strange, it's because it was some of it was taken straight from the song. There is actually more than one "story" for this song too. I just like the doll one over the "forest demon" one, though now that I look at it, the "forest demon" one would've been way easier. And halfway through this story, I had to go baby-sit, so it all melted into repetitive sounding crap. Chris also was a last minute character choice. At first it was Amy, but then it was Sonic. However, since Chris just adores stealing roles, I figured he'd want this one too. ;P (shot by Chris-Lovers Club)

IMPORTANT! IMPORTANT! DO NOT BYPASS THIS!

I am taking Vocaloid song requests. Believe me, I know songs from Vocaloid, Utau, all over the reaches of computerized sound! However, I will NOT be doing songs like Madness of Duke Venomania or Imitation Black. I can make parodies poking fun at them, but nothing serious. The one exception is World's End Dancehall, which I can do the Project Diva F music video version. I will also only do cannon characters. So please, don't send me your yaoi OC couple and beg me to have them do Magnet. Plus, the songs must have at least of a BIT of a set storyline. It can't be a song about nothing. _ I'm open to any coupling that is HETERO. I'm not a homophobe, but my beliefs hold me from SERIOUSLY writing or doing it myself. If you want me to do a parody of a song and poke fun at a yaoi or yuri couple, feel free to send it in. Please, my little otakus, don't take offense.

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