Time: 11:32 PM

Date: Oct. 31, 20somethingorother

Location: The Bad Side of Town

"Trick or treat! Smell my feet! Give us something good to eat!" A shaded figure looked through the peephole and looked at the two kids on his doorstep. Chcukling, he gripped a lever. "How are you? I am well. Now shut up and go to Hell!" He pulled the lever and the kids fell into a trapdoor.

Laughing, the figure went back into the meeting room and sat down. It was so hard everyone else lifted into the air briefly. However, as told by their faces, it had happened before. "Now, to the business on hand." Everyone remained quiet. -ding dong- "I got it." Everyone sighed as the figure went to the door. "Trick or treat." The figure laughed. "Treats? Sure. How about a great big bowl of fuck off?"

He pulled the lever and laugh hysterically. "Warhead, if you would please stop that..." Warhead spun around and pointed. "STFU, Eggman! Just STFU!" Rez tilted his head. "Stop Talking For Us?" Eggman sighed. 'It means...-" -ding dong- "I got it!" Warhead looked through the peephole as Sephiroth turned his head and glared while a choir sang 'Sephiroth!'

"NO!!" Warhead flew backwards holding his eyes. Rez gasped and pointed at him. "He's gotten the Death Glare!" Copy X gasped and spun around to face him. "Run away!" Everyone began running around wildly as Warhead's head began glowing. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" From the good side of town, a nuclear explosion could be seen in the distance. "Warhead got angry again."

"Sephiroth!" Silver monotonically opened the door and closed it. "Or maybe he just got the Death Glare." Silver fell down and everyone looked at the body before shrugging. "You know, it's gonna start stinking." Rouge shrugged. "Whatcha' watching? Beethoven?" Rouge smirked. "Nope. The Land Before Time." Everyone in the room, save Silver, went 'Ooooh!' and rushed for a good seat.

Outside, Sora, Cloud, and Leon were swordfighting when Sephiroth walked up. He gave them the Death Glare... "Sephiroth!" ...but they just shrugged and continued their activities. "Damn immunities." Just then, Spot, Pac-Man, Klonoa, and the latest newcomer, Hildegarde Von Krone, were walking down the street. "Sephiroth!" Everyone looked around. "Where'd that voice come from?" Shrugging, they continued on their way.

"Damn!" Sephiroth stormed into the house and jumped into Wakka's arms. "Bellhop, take me to my room!" Tifa sighed. "Sephiroth, he isn't..." Sephiroth glared into Wakka's eyes. "Move your ass!" Wakka panicked and hurried up the stairs, leaving behind Tifa, who simply sighed. Elsewhere, several badgers were lined up. Suddenly, they stood erect as the Imperial March began playing.

It scratched adbruptly as a uniformed badger drove a golf cart with a plastic hand down the line, slapping everyone in the line. "Dumkofs! Because of you, our infidelic bretheren were successful! I should kill you all. As a matter of fact, I will!" Sephiroth opened his closet... "Sephiroth!" ...and every badger exploded, including Himpler. Or Himplah as he was known as in college. "Fucking badgers..."

Time: Who knows?

Date: Who cares?

Location: Who gives a fuck?

"Watcha' doin'?" Warhead turned to Rez. "Reading a fanfiction of some sort. Seems really retarded though. It's about some losers in this village of video games." Rez started. "What's it called?" Warhead shrugged. "I don't know. I tried looking up the summary, but it cuts of in mid-sente