Disclaimer: The flash game upon which this story is based, Unfairy Tales: Of Slumber and Dreams, is not owned by me. It is owned by Foofa Studios, and probably Crazy Monkey Games too. Many of the characters and things in this story are taken from the game, and those things are subsequently not owned by me. I did end up adding some of my own characters to fill in gaps, but any characters here that match the game are not my property. This work is purely fan made and gives me no monetary compensation, even if that would be nice.

I would like to thank anyone who reads this story. This project was born out of my frustration with a flawed game and genuine interest in taking the potential of the story and background and making it better. I just hope I do a good job of it. I'd also like to thank my friends for providing their feedback and support. This project was way too big to do alone without my brain exploding, so thank you all for helping me.

And now, on with the show, uh, story. Please enjoy, and try to leave a review. Every writer wants to hear feedback. And don't be afraid of constructive criticism.

Chapter 1: Trick or Treat

"Come on Peter, stop lagging behind!"

"Maybe you should just slow down Alan!"

Alan laughed as he led his friends in trick or treating. The streets were rather empty, this was one of the lonelier parts of town. But it was safe. Alan marched along in his skeleton costume, the mask discarded after the elastic band got too uncomfortable, and it was too hard to talk in. Next to him was Cecil. She was opinionated, but sweet, dressed in a black cat costume, her shoulder length black hair nearly blending into it, if it weren't for the blue hair tie she kept it in. The costume fit her rather well with her green eyes.

And behind them were Juseppes, a young brunette dressed in a magician's outfit, which was appropriate since he loved reading about stage magic, ever since he was in elementary school. And at the very end of the line was Peter, a boy a bit taller than Alan and also quite heavier, with sandy-blonde hair and who had dressed himself in a green short sleeve shirt and a fake beard, saying it was "him in 20 years" or something like that.

"Alan, you really should slow down, even my feet are starting to get a bit tired," said Cecil, who was trying to keep up with the spiky-haired blond as best she could.

Turning to see Cecil's tired face, Alan relented, and slowed his pace enough for everybody to catch up. "Sorry," he said.

"It's okay, Alan, we know how big your sweet tooth is," joked Juseppes, punching him lightly on the arm. "Just save some for us."

"I don't understand how you still have teeth with all the candy you eat on Halloween," said Peter, who was still catching his breath from trying to keep up.

"Lots of brushing," replied Alan.

"I'm sure Dr. Pierce will be disappointed when you show up without any cavities," said Cecil as she readjusted her cat ears.

The four continued on, stopping at every house, with Alan trying his hardest to hold himself back as they moved from place to place. They could all see the excitement on Alan's face, the holiday, and the candy, always brought that out. And the fact that Alan was one of the fastest kids in school only served to make him difficult to trick or treat with, or at least keep up with. When his mother used to escort them around, he used to drive her crazy. Finally they reached the end of the block, gazing at the facade of a large mansion.

"Whose house is that?" asked Juseppes.

"I think it belongs to Dr. Azure," said Cecil.

Peter had a flash of recognition. "She's that lady doctor that works in the kid's wing of the hospital, right?"

Cecil nodded, "Yeah, she took care of my little brother when he broke his arm. She's real nice. You remember her, right Alan?" Cecil's question was accompanied by an impish smile.

Alan tried not to blush at the question. Of course Alan remembered her. She came to town about five years ago, and had seen Alan lots of times to treat sprained ankles, broken bones, and the like. And Alan developed a rather powerful crush on her when he was ten. Not that it was hard to be infatuated with her mind you. Amelia Azure was in her early thirties, about five foot four inches tall, but with a petite figure that made her seem so fragile at times. Her skin was a light colored, but not horribly pale, pretty pink lips that she never bothered putting lipstick on like his mother, deep blue eyes that caught his attention right away, and soft, wavy blonde hair that stopped at the base of her neck.

She might have even known about his crush, but if she did she never said anything. She was always so gentle with everybody. She had also stopped by his house to talk to his mother. He remembered her telling his mom that she bought an old house just outside of town dirt cheap, since the seller was just about to have the place scrapped. But he'd never actually known where it was. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen her in quite some time.

"I remember her. I haven't seen her for a while though."

"My Dad mentioned her after he took my little sister in," said Peter. "He heard she was taking time off to visit family or something."

Alan didn't know she had any family. It was sad that she wasn't around though. It explained by the lights were off in the house and all the windows were shut. He almost started to head back, when he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. There was a flash of light in the front windows.

"Did you guys see that?"

"See what?" asked Juseppes.

"I didn't see anything," replied Peter.

"Me either," said Cecil.

"There was a light in the windows there, I saw it."

Juseppes gave him a skeptical look. "You probably imagined it Alan, she's not there."

But just then, Alan saw another flash from behind the shutters of the windows. "There! See it now!"

His friends nodded in agreement this time. Peter spoke first. "Do you think someone broke in?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to check it out,"

Cecil put her hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Alan, if someone broke in we should call the police." Peter and Juseppes nodded in agreement.

Alan shrugged her off. "I just want to check it out first. Maybe she hasn't left yet. She could need help."

He was already moving past fence and down the path to the door. Most people put flamingos or gnomes for yard decorations, or maybe religious things. Dr. Azure's yard was filled with small statues of fairies. His friends were trailing behind him, even as he reached the door.

"This is ridiculous Alan," said Peter. "We really should call the cops or something, or get one of the adults from the houses nearby."

Alan wouldn't listen. He had to know if Dr. Azure was okay. She was a friend, and she'd appreciate him looking out for her home, whether she was here or not. But the pounding in his chest made him think that maybe, just maybe, he'd never really gotten over his infatuation with her.

There was another flash from behind the shutters, far brighter than the others. What was going on? Alan pressed his ear to the door, hoping to hear something, when the door started to give way. It wasn't locked. But as the door continued to creek open, Alan felt a rush of air, like a vacuum. And then the door swung hard the rest of the way open, hitting the inside wall of the house with a crash. The vacuum force was magnified by fifty.

That was the last thing Alan saw before the world faded away.