Happy Halloween Everyone! Well, apparently stories that aren't really short aren't my thing at the moment, but I hope you read this anyway.
Disclaimer: I do not own Code Lyoko. I promise.
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Odd sighed as he stared forlornly at the costume that hung neatly on a coat hanger on the door of his closet. The only clothing he owned that had never been haphazardly tossed in a crumpled heap on the floor now rendered useless by the wrapping on his ankle and the metallic structures leaning on the side of the bed in which he sat.
Two days ago, the purple clad blond had pulled a fantastic prank on his friend, Ulrich Stern. Said friend had retaliated by chasing the blond around campus and into the forest. This of course, was expected, as people often ended up chasing Odd, who had developed amazing endurance in order to avoid angry victims of his pranks.
But on this particular day in late October, the ground was littered with leaves, hiding the ground along with stray tree roots and animal burrows. So Odd couldn't see the hole in the ground in order to avoid stepping in it, and so down he went with a resounding thud onto the wet leafy forest floor, his ankle twisting in ways that, despite sleeping through anatomy, he was sure it wasn't supposed to.
So one trip to the emergency room and an x-ray or three later, it was decided that he had badly sprained his ankle, and was to be on crutches for a few days. Meaning no trick or treating.
It saddened the blond, as his costume this year was just so brilliant. He had a saber-tooth cat mask that was so very realistic (none of that plastic stuff for the Odd Della Robbia) and an assortment of other ancient animal parts with thick black stitching holding them together in a ragtag prehistoric zombie costume that Odd was more than proud of.
As he was staring at it, mourning the coming loss of a night gathering candy and scaring anyone he could, there was a knock at the door. He grabbed his crutches and slowly made his way towards the door, opening it with more difficulty than was typically required to see a familiar pink haired girl standing before him.
"Hi Odd," She said with a sympathetic smile.
"Hello Aelita." He responded.
"I knew you were sad about not being able to go out tonight, so I made you this." She held out a baking pan full of brownies, with a grinning jack-o-lantern drawn in icing with the words 'tricker treat' in its mouth.
Odd grinned, "Thank you Aelita. But it's trick or treat, not tricker treat."
"I know, but you're a prankster, and it's your treat, so I wrote tricker instead." Aelita explained.
Odd hugged her, despite the crutches, and the pan of brownies. She had made up a word for him, just because he couldn't go trick or treating on Halloween.
"Thank you so much." He murmured.
"It's nothing really." She mumbled, "Any friend would do something."
"You wanna share these with me and watch some scary movies?" Odd asked, hopping backwards carefully.
"Sounds like fun." She replied with a grin.
And so, Halloween without candy wasn't so bad, sitting with his best friend in front of a tiny TV screen and eating a tricker's treat.
