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This is Halloween.
Chapter One:
"Absolutely No One's Dead... Yet."
Title: "This is Halloween" - Title may change.
Summary: Blaine is the teenage King of Halloweentown, a mystical and secret land where Halloween is planned by ghouls and monsters. Kurt is a normal teenage boy who is getting ready to celebrate the October holiday with his friends but during a walk in the dark, he stumbles across something. A boy. He follows him and ends up somewhere he never knew existed. Halloweentown.
Rating: "T" because I'm paranoid.
Warnings: Swear words of different levels mentioned. Dark themes, not harmful.
Side-note: English isn't my first language and I don't have a Beta so all mistakes are my own and I apologise in advance for them.
- Inspired by TNBC. Glee fanfic. Klaine.
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October was nearly over. The trees were bare, the wind blew strong and ice cold, disturbing the naked twigs and stranded leaves that lay dead on the ground. Earth was a beautiful yet haunting sight during these times. The 31st was slowly approaching. The day that the veil between the world of the living and the world of the dead grew thin and spirits and monsters could freely walk through onto our land to wreak havoc, spread terror and emit their deafening cries and moans. The humans that inhabit Earth adapted the tradition to wear masks and dance around fires to scare away the evil spirits and keep their land free of corpses trying to seek revenge or ones that just came out to play. As time wore away and truth became tales, and tales became old myth, people and their traditions changed. Children sprint around neighbourhoods knocking on people's doors dressed as different morbid characters, trick-or-treating, unaware that they're being watched by the thing that lurks underneath their bed at night. Adults try to reason with their infants, telling them tales of witches and zombies to strike fear in their hearts so they don't go wondering into the woods to come across a circle of trees. Everyone knew of the trees. Well, everyone over the age of thirty that is. Children would wander into the woods, come across a tree hosting an image of a frightening, grinning jack-o-lantern and they would never be seen again. Adults would bury the exact location away in their minds just incase they were to tell their children and they would go searching. Parents also recite the tale of ol' Jack, the man who trapped and tricked the Devil. Apparently, Jack had made an agreement with the Devil. If he were to never claim Jack's soul, Jack would let him free. The Devil agreed. Years later, Jack died and because he lead a life too sinful to go to Heaven, he was sent to Hell. Of course, the Devil had promised to never take his soul so he was ejected from the depth of the fires as well, forced to roam the Earth forever with only a turnip which housed a candle to guide him through the world, allowing him to look for a resting place.
This infamous tale was thought to be fiction, but it was indeed fact. That boy was forced to wander the Earth. He did in fact find a resting place. Halloweentown.
Halloweentown was unlike anywhere else. Above it rested a navy-blue sky which never changed but contained clouds of purple swirls and a sun that burned in the shape of a Jack-o'-Lantern which ghoulishly smiled down at the town's citizens. The pathways would swerve and bend unpredictably and some didn't even have an end, they just continued on into oblivion. The houses slanted as they were placed on hills that were wildly created, their dark tones blending in with the sky above and the charcoal coloured ground below. Their designs were gothic and simple, protected by a black wooden door with a circular silver knocker and plain, broken, panes of glass for the windows. The roofs were slated and quickly falling apart. Their inhabiters were already dead so there was no danger to worry about. Graves were placed all over in the streets and old, rotting flowers were laying on them, echoing the fact that it was forgotten about, as if death occurred here everyday. More could be found in the forest. At the very top of the highest hill lay a castle. A castle which was in the gloomiest part of the terrifying town. Storm clouds circled it, almost as if it were trying to round it up. The castle was home to a strange seventeen year old. Blaine Skellington. "King Blaine Skellington of Halloweentown" to be more precise. The boy was always seen with his hair gelled back, the texture of it like bone and wearing a black suit with white stripes that was accompanied by a pair of black converses with a black bow tie to boot. His features were interesting. His once warm, hazel eyes were now just dead black orbs that lay in his sockets. His skin which was once tanned and contained the imperfections of puberty was now deathly white and flawless. He was still human in a way. He aged but he lacked the morals of a human. Day after day went by and he became tired of his crown. He was in charge of making the plans for his subjects for the Halloween storm of Earth and usually he loved choosing who the vampires could drain and who the ghosts could torment. This time was different. He was changing. He felt his insides change with time and he wasn't sure he was comfortable with it. He had never really had a thing humans call a "friend" before. He was just the young King that people both worshipped and were afraid of. Another reason why he couldn't change. He had to be the leader the dead people wanted him to be. If he showed a change of personality, they would eat him alive. Ironically. Blaine was a friendly yet socially awkward person. He cared for his people but hated being there when all of the monsters would praise him and ask him to consider them for being his queen. He hated his title. He hated his life. He hated himself. He was the son of one of the most famous men in the world of legends. He didn't want his father's actions to determine how he was going to live his life... If he could live... Or have a life...
Blaine's heart lies in his chest. Shallowly beating in an unusual rhythm. Waiting for something or someone to beat for.
A/N: Thanks for your time, hope you enjoyed it! I know that everyone's waiting for an update with my other story, "Just Like a Tattoo", and I promise that there will be one soon! I've been so swamped with school work, homework, exams and studying that I've had no time to write one. I'm in the process of writing a chapter though which will be up in a matter of days. I wrote this a little while ago and I've only just had the time to put it up now, so here it is! This is a story that I'm doing solo, along with the JLaT one, but I also will be attempting to write another with one of my best friend, as soon as I'm half way done with the soulmate fanfic. Updates will be coming soon, I'm sorry. Thank you guys so much for being patient! Share your thoughts! One shots may be published soon as well, some not based on Glee though.