SLASH Rated M16+ - swearing, mild drug use & some stupidity.
ALL IS FICTIONAL & NOT MINE. Innocent pranks played on the best players, who'll get played last…?
Cast: Jeff, Punk, Shawn, Matt, Morrison & others
Pranks Gone Wrong:
Ding-Dong-…Oops!
Halloween night, Jeff sat at the t.v. watching a '24 Hour King of Gore Films Special': The Thing Under Beds. He yawned as Matt stepped his direction and plopped on the couch, the elder Hardy asked, "If it's so stupid, why're you watching it?"
"Because I'm bored…" the younger said, kneeling his knees up under his chin and plopping the cloth mask lower on his head.
"Phil called," Matt said, he took the remote and changed the channel to news.
Jeff snatched the electronic piece back and flipped the channel down to the half assed indie movie with bad dialogue, "And?"
"He wanted a partner in crime to play 'Ding-Dong-Ditch' with," the older answered, kicking his shoes off and folding his arms over his chest, unfazed by the stupidity of the movie.
"Doesn't he do that Every year?" Jeff asked, the one-piece zip up costume itching at his knee, "I mean, what's the point of ringing a bell and running off if there's Free Candy involved? I want some candy…"
"You know Phil: he finds a new kick and sticks until it makes Him bored," the older chuckled over a clumsy scream of an actress with huge boobs and a ripped bra, "Not that he gets bored with one thing easily. Besides, candy makes him lazy, it's the string of curses afterwards that drives his inner imp."
"But why didn't he ask the Shaman or Shawn or Shan? They'd be more than happy to run around in sheets and a truck," the younger near-whined as he flexed a leg and posed it back under his chin on the frumpy couch.
"You looked down, so I thought maybe my little brother might want to cause some holiday horror," Matt slyly said, he looked to his younger brother who looked itched to move, "If you're interested."
The 'enigma' bounced up from his seat and grabbed the cloth mask from the couch's arm, "Tell Phil I'll be right out!"
"That's what I wanted to hear! Get out there and do me proud, bro!" the elder encouraged behind his younger sibling.
"I will-!" Jeff shut the door and was pattering down into the hallway.
"Phil, he's in," Matt said into his phone after a minute passed.
"Phil, I'm Hungry-!" Jeff hopped in his seat next to Phil, who drove into a straightaway without so much as an ear to lend.
"What? We just ate fifteen minutes ago!" the 'straightedge' ground his foot down on the brakes.
"But Phil, I'm Hungry-!" the 'enigma' pouted as he held tighter to the seatbelt from under his mask.
"Ugh! Fine! I'll drop you off here and catch up to me later after you trick or treated enough to fill your Bottomless Pit!" the younger man thrust a bucket-sized pumpkin basket to the blonde.
"Thank you, Phil!" Jeff said, he gratefully took the object in hand and jumped out of the truck.
"Get offa me and go slut out your stomach," Phil shut the door to his truck after pushing Jeff out.
"Phil…" the blonde turned, mask half hiding his forehead and scalp.
"What?" the 'straightedge' turned in his seat and un-amusedly pursed his lips.
"Thank you," Jeff peeped, one hand swinging his hollow 'lantern' in appreciation.
"Get going or I'm taking you back to Matt's," Phil ordered, a hand pointing down the barely lit street, several light bulbs blinked and sputtered as a moth tinked against their dull yellow glass coverings.
"Thank you, Phil!" the younger Hardy turned from the street to see the truck speed off with three short honks, as if saying 'You're-Wel-Come!'
"Hello?" Jeff mumbled in the empty street, he pulled down his mask and peeped left and right before pattering up to a house, he knocked at the door, "HelloHelloHelloHelloHELLO?"
"Trick-or-Treat!" the younger Hardy brother yelled through a mail slot hanging on rusting hinges, he waited a moment longer before screaming and kicking at the door, "!"
"Gocha!" Jeff squeaked as hands grabbed him and yanked him into the haunted house. Suddenly having his mask tossed off his head, he blinked at an apron splattered with blood and a pale hand holding his costume collar by the scruff, and into the air like a puppy. Cold metal rings were slapped onto his wrists as the smaller blew at his bangs that fell on his face.
"I'm new to this whole handcuff-thing, and I didn't eat," he hissed when landing on a ratty couch and an eventless TV.
"I finally Got you! After years of ringing my bell and running off! I Finally Have You! Do You Know How Frustrating It Is To Chase Children Because You Think I'm Haunted?" the masked man ranted, throwing his arms up.
"I'm Hungry-" Jeff peeped unfazed.
"What to do with you. I Hate children…" the man paced.
"I'm Hungry!" the younger yelled and kicked his legs on the oversized couch.
"The hell You want Me to do, Huh!" the man yelled back, stooping over the blonde. "Feed Me!" he barked.
"Alright!"
"Yay! I want a bowl of popcorn balls, some chocolate and a big cup of lime soda," Jeff giggled calming a degree and turning his attention to the TV. He stared right at the white bagged face, "What're you looking at me for? Get to it!"
"Brat," the man said, walking his own way.
"I heard that," the younger Hardy said nestling deeply into the plushy seat, his hands searched between the couch cushions for the remote, "A change of scenery's in order…"
He pressed a button, to his horror, a film of clinking chains and frightened children appeared, "What the hell're you watching?"
"What's that down there?" Jeff asked, "Is it a real haunted house?"
"Change the channel," the man boomed, one white eye piercing through his costume.
"No!" the younger Hardy shouted, sitting on the remote, "I don't listen to anybody. What'll make Me listen to You?"
"Change The Channel!" the taller male growled.
"No-!" Jeff shook his head and pouted loudly as he was hauled up on the other's shoulders, "Put-Me-Down-! I'm gonna tell Matt on You!"
Kane, don't hurt our Jeffie! I Heart Halloween as much as this fic is Pointless! Too bad my block is still reigning my brain…ugh, blocks, I'll just quit out on AotL for a while & get back to it later. As for the junk on my DAcom…I've submitted my first & second Jeff/Randy fan art! Look if you like, but I'm telling you now that I ain't great as Grandninja1 or date-azuredragon. Feel free to browse & steal as many images as possible. LOL! I don't mind…*bashful*
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