Chapter 1: Trick-or-treat

"Okay, Wirt. Are you ready to have the best night of your life?" a plump boy questioned his little brother.

"'Cause it's going to be out . . . there!" He pointed his finger towards the front door.

"Don't you think that you are too old to go Trick-or-treating? Isn't it for little kids that are three to eleven years old?" asked the child named Wirt.

"Of course it's not, silly! Trick-or-treating is for all ages to get free candy and get scared and all that kind of stuff. But you got to hurry and put your costume on soon or the monsters outside are going to eat you up!" the fifteen year-old named Greg threatened Wirt playfully while he tackled him to the ground and tickled him.

When they finally got up from the floor, Wirt put on his red cone-shaped hat. They said their goodbyes to their parents and went into the autumn night.

-O.t.G.W.-

The siblings started down the sidewalk, heading toward the football stadium. They arrived to a fenced-off field. Greg lead Wirt to their seats on the red bleachers and sat down.

"Football! Yeah!" Greg shouted from the stands when they arrived, while he pumped his clenched fists in the air. Wirt looked at him like he was a weirdo and pulled out a yellow edged tape with a red center and a long paper sticker that said "FOR SARA". He stared at it and touched where it said "SARA," and sighed. If only the seagull would glide over the sand to come across a flower and thought about her every day but it blew away forever leaving the bird. Greg glanced at Wirt to see if he was having fun and he was, but all the sudden Wirt quickly stood up and arched his arm in the air, like he was just about to throw it.

"Hold on a sec' little Wirt! Let me through it, I can get it further!" Greg bowed his arm in the same motion as his sibling.

"Wait, isn't that the tape we made for Sara? Why would you throw it away?"

"I was trying to get rid of it because . . . because . . . Sara doesn't like me!" Wirt yelled and snached the tape back from Greg and chucked it to the edge of the field. The object hit Sara the bee on the back of her head and she turned around to see what it was and picked it up.

"Sara!" Both boys cried as they started to climb over the stands to get to the football mascot. Once they got to her Wirt pushed Greg into the tunnel that lead into field so no one could see them.

"Are you okay Sara? Are you hurt?" Wirt apologized to the girl, staring at the ground with burning cheeks.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But do you have any idea where this came from?"

"Oh. I did. I tried to get rid of it but turns out that you were where it landed and . . . well, Greg and I made it for you."

"Thanks Wirt! Anyway, why would you get rid of something that you made for me?"

"Because it's terrible!"

"Did you put your time and effort in that tape? Then you should keep doing what you love!"

"Oh well, you can listen to it if you want. I don't need it. Greg put the poem I made, into a song!"

"Cool! I'll listen to it when the game is over. Bye the way, you were invited to the party! Well, I need to do the rest of my routine. See you two there!" Sara the Bee said as she cart wheeled away from the brunettes.

"Goodbye Sara! Tell everybody that I said hi! Ah. Okay Wirt, let's go to Sara's house so we can get to the party on time!"

" But I didn't—," The six year old cut himself off when he realized Greg was skipping away with swaying arms. The boy sighed causing his small chest to fall. The two brothers exited the stadium and started down the road to Sara's house.

All of the sudden, Wirt noticed that Sara put the tape in her costume and it was still in there. He sprinted up to his older brother with his vest trailing behind him. When he caught up he said, "Greg, we need to get the tape back, it has poems and clarinet! She'll laugh and laugh and laugh. . . and then she won't like me anymore!"

"Then I know what we must do. Let's get her!"

"No, we are not going to do it like that , we are going to get her."

"The tape?"

"Yes, we are going to get her back."

-O.t.G.W.-

Greg and his brother Wirt rushed down the street to come upon a house with many people inside. The yard was decorated with two jack o'lanterns with a black cat decoration hanging on the outside of the window. They walked in and everyone said hi to the two brothers. Wirt swung his head from left to right trying to find Sara while Greg was talking to the fifteen year olds. The brunet staggered backwards when Greg cried out something about elephants and bumped into a clown dressed girl with puffy black hair.

"Oh! Hey Wirt you're here! I was just asking about if you were here!" said the girl who turned around and he realized that it was Sara.

"Oh, wow. He—"

"Hey we are going the graveyard. Want to come?"

"Sure! If you are going, then I am going!"

"Okay then. Just one thing, is Greg here?"

"Um . . . I think he's talking with the others."

"Okay, just make sure that you pass the information to him!" When she said that, a boy with puffy, brown hair and a green suit came walking into the room.

He said with a voice that shook, "He-e-e-e-y, Sar-a-a-a. Yo-o-u-u ready to g-g-o?"

"Hey Jason! Yeah, I'm ready to go," the girl replied.

"Oh hello, Jason Funderberker. I'm also going too so you will have to share Sara also!" Wirt ordered the boy, puffing out his chest while scrunching up his nose.

"O-o-kay the-en, by-ye li-itt-l-e-e d-u-d-e!" Jason Funberker said while walking out of the room and waving his hand goodbye behind his back.

"Yeah, bye Wirt! See you at the graveyard!" Sara turned around and exited the room.

"Bye, Sara stealer. . . Oh! Sara's jacket!" Wirt said surprised reaching for the piece of clothing.

The girl came walking in again and said, "Oh, my jacket! Thanks Wirt! Come on!" She grabbed it and walked out of the room once again leaving the boy alone. I had it in my hands and I let the chance fly away! Why can't I do anything right? If I took the tape out of the pocket and put it behind my back, I could have kept it! Ugh. The gnome dressed boy stormed out of the room, grabbed Greg, and left the house with no tape, no Sara, and Jason Funderberker along side of the clown dressed girl. They walked toward the graveyard with Greg trailing behind him down the paved road.

This is my first OtGW fic. Though it took me a while, I am still proud of what I have done. My chapters are not going to be posted very often so try to check by when I do. My sister, Wildtail of Wind, has not helped me edit this for the first time! Make sure to check out my sister's stuff! She's a phenomenal writer and she does OtGW and some collabs! Make sure to keep reading my Lucky chapters! C; Thank y'all for visitin' . . . widdle ol' me! xD