Whoo! Here we go, folks. I'm going to now write a fic based on a typical urban legend episode of the show. XD I was inspired after reading Darth Roden aka Carl's fic "The House on Wylie's Wharf", which was AWESOME. Not only was it like watching a "scary urban legend" episode of the show, but it also contained a little love between the top two pairings, which were all done so adorably. :D
So, I'm now going to make one of my own!
Inspiration from the aforementioned fic, and of course, the day of bad luck. Friday The 13th! If you saw the "Friday The 13th" episode, you'll know what I'm talking about. XD
So what's the urban legend for this? Well, read and find out! You'll probably catch a little something familiar. :D
All characters are owned by Craig Bartlett.
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"Man oh MAN! Arnold, do you know what tomorrow is?"
"Friday, isn't it?"
"No no! Not just that!" Gerald said, shaking his head. "Tomorrow is Friday the 13th! In October! If you think Friday the 13th is bad luck, try havin' it on a Friday in October! Scariest month of the year!"
Arnold gave a scoff. "Come on, Gerald. You and I both know that Friday The 13th is just a bogus hoax to scare kids. Come on, you saw what Wolfgang and Edmund were doing last time, to make us believe it."
Gerald shook his head and tossed the basket ball into the hoop. "That's not what I'm sayin', Arnold!"
"Then what do you mean?" Arnold asked, curious.
"Wow, football head, I'm surprised you didn't know!"
The boys turned to see Helga and Phoebe approaching them in the playground, along with Sid, Stinky, Eugene, Curly, and Harold.
"So am I, seriously!"
"Boy howdy, can someone enlighten me too? I'm kind of confused here."
"Dang, I can't believe you fellers don't know about what tomorrow is!" Said Stinky.
"What is tomorrow? I don't get it." Arnold wanted to know.
"Well, um, Gerald, why don't you tell us what tomorrow is?" Phoebe said, casting a shy glance toward Gerald. "I do believe it's an urban legend."
Gerald smiled at her with a nod, making her blush, and faced the group. "Don't mind if I do, babe." He cleared his throat, and began his story. "It all started...back on Friday, October 13th, 1950. It happened on Crystalline Island, there was this boy named Jackson Vanderburgh. He was eleven years old, and his mom had just gone to sail off to the main land to do some grocery shopping and get him a birthday present, since it was his birthday that very day. She had hired some local teenagers to babysit Jackson while she was gone. But later on, Jackson wanted to go swimming in the lake, but the babysitters weren't paying attention to him. He tried to tell them over and over, but they didn't listen.
See, Jackson couldn't swim on his own, so he decided to go and give it a try. He went out onto the dock, and jumped into the water. But the water was too deep for him, and his legs got tangled up in seaweed, he tried to swim and keep himself above the surface. He called for help, but the babysitters weren't paying attention to him. Unfortunately, the poor boy drowned. But wait! That's not all!"
"There's more?" Arnold asked, feeling a strange feeling at the pit of his stomach.
"Oh yes." Eugene said, nodding sadly.
"Continue, Gerald." Phoebe said.
"Thank you, Pheebers." Gerald grinned at her, and she blushed again. "Anyway, so then Mrs. Vanderburgh comes back, and she finds out what happened to her son, and that the babysitters weren't paying attention. She got real mad, and took an ax, and killed all of the babysitters with it. But then this one kid from town, his name was Alex Kenneth, who was a friend of the babysitters who were killed, took Mrs. Vanderburgh's ax, and he cut off her head! Then...before the clock struck midnight on that very night, Jackson rose from his watery grave, covered in seaweed, lookin' like a zombie, and wearing a football helmet...he took the ax, and killed Alex with it. And ever since then, legend has it that on every Friday the 13th in October, Jackson will rise from his grave in the water and kill anyone who comes to the island..."
"Whoa... That's a very sad story, and so creepy." Sid said.
"Oh, it's probably just another silly urban legend used to scare kids." Arnold said, shaking his head. "Come on Gerald, how many times have we fallen into a scary situation that just turned out to be a misunderstanding or a prank?"
"That may be true Arnold, but I'll bet you this story is true!" Gerald exclaimed.
"Yeah fellers, I had this cousin once who went to Crystalline Island on Friday The 13th." Stinky said.
"What happened to him?" Asked Eugene.
Stinky shook his head solemnly. "He never came back. No one ever saw him again after that. They found his boat the next day...it was a huge wreck, hacked to pieces with an ax."
"Boy howdy!" Sid exclaimed. "Th-That's scary!"
"Oh come on, I'm sure it was just a coincidence, he might have been in an accident." Said Arnold.
"Well football head, if you believe it's a prank, why don't you just go there tomorrow night and see what happens? Unless of course, you're scared." Helga challenged.
"I'm not scared." Arnold said, turning to her. "Fine, I'll accept your challenge. I'll go to Crystalline Island tomorrow night, on Friday the 13th. And I'll prove this is all a silly story. Who's with me?"
"Oh, I'll go with you, Arnold!" Eugene volunteered. "I've always wanted to go on a scary adventure!"
"I don't want to go!" Harold shivered. "But if I don't go, I'll be chicken! So I'll have to go!"
"I'm definitely in!" Curly declared, pumping his fist. "You can count on me! I'll face this Jackson and fend him off with my bear hands!"
"Uh...that's okay man, you guys can go! I'll just uh...stay behind and cheer you on! Yeah!" Gerald said nervously.
"I have to concur with Gerald, it sounds a little dangerous. The island is supposed to be condemned, anyway." Phoebe said, also nervous.
Helga shot them both a glare. "Oh no you guys don't! You're coming along or you'll have to answer to Old Betsy!"
"Coming." Phoebe said meekly.
"I'm with you, man." Gerald said, and held Phoebe's hand to comfort her. The petite Japanese girl blushed a bit and squeezed his hand back.
"What about you guys?" Arnold asked Sid and Stinky.
"Can't make it tomorrow, I have a dentist appointment." Said Sid.
"I gotta help my daddy unload the junk in the basement." Stinky shook his head.
"Wimps." Helga muttered.
"What about you, Helga? Are you coming too?" Arnold challenged her. "You don't have to, you know. If you're too scared to."
"In your dreams, bucko! Of course I'm going!" Helga leaned down toward his level, the tips of their noses touching. "I'm not scared of a measly abandoned island!"
"Fine then. We'll meet at the pier tomorrow night at 8 PM."
"We'll be there, football head."
"Good."
"Fine!"
The two continued on their little staring contest, neither one of them willing to blink or break it off.
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Yep, that's right! You guessed it. This little urban legend is based on the Friday The 13th movie franchise! Just changed around, of course. So I hope you guys will enjoy it! :D
I changed around the dates, to make it all fit. In the movies it was in 1957 that Jason drowned. After some researching, I found 1950 had a Friday the 13th in October, so that was perfect! And it's in 2000 that I found has a Friday the 13th in October.
Voorhees was changed to Vanderburgh. Jason became Jackson, duh. XD Pamela is now Patricia (though it won't be mentioned until later).
June 13th is Jason's birthday, and I changed it here to make it October 13th.'
Instead of a camp, it's an island.
The babysitters represent the counselors.
Crystalline represents Crystal Lake.
The Hockey mask is replaced with a Football helmet.
Alex is Alice, from the first movie and part of the second movie. Story is basically the same, just changed a little in time of death.
The ax is replacing the machete. Couldn't think of a good weapon. XD
And so on and so forth.
Have fun! Readers beware, you're in for a scare!