Hello again True Believers! Okay, so my beta-reader has yet to get back to me about the new edits for my stories, so it may be a while before I can work on stuff. In the meantime, I've elected to go ahead with some old songfic ideas that have recently popped into my head. Keep in mind that I don't own Soul Eater nor the lyrics for this song, those rights belongs solely to the creator of SE and Disney. Now, hold onto your hats ladies and gentlemen, because Halloween has come to Death City, and a certain snake-charmer has some plans for pulling her best prank ever on the unwitting students of Shibusen. Trust me, you don't wanna miss this!

"Talking."

'Thinking.'

"Singing."

"A group of people singing as one."

"Emphasizing something in the lyrics."

Prologue.

All Hallows Eve.

Better known across the world as Halloween, this day is a time of laughter and merriment, of mischief and trickery. Yet, not so long ago, this day was a holiday for those who practiced arts most dark, a time for them to pay tribute to the evil that walked this earth and gave them strength. This is a night for evil and darkness, for demons and the undead, for witches and warlocks.

Yes… this is a night for witchcraft of the worst kind.

"Ugh," groaned Giriko in a bored tone as he continued to fiddle with the glass of sparkling cider in front of him, not caring who heard him now. He was in the lion's den, the belly of the beast, the one place an agent of Arachnophobia wouldn't dare go unless prompted to by Arachne herself: Shibusen, the Death Weapon Meiser Academy. Even now as he slouched low against the black and red leather of his chair and rested his elbow on the onyx tablecloth, he couldn't help but feel like losing his lunch. He hated this place, hated everything it stood for. As he watched the students pass him by on their merry way to their tables, the dance-floor, or snack bar, his only comforting thought was graphically imagining how good it would feel to drive his chainsaw form into their scrawny little guts. "Why the Hell are we here again?!" he griped for the umpteenth time that evening.

"Because, Giriko," explained Mosquito sternly, his stalwart demeanor unruffled by his partner's outburst as he took a sip from his gleaming champagne glass, sighing contently at the taste of the drink as it massaged his taste-buds. God, how he loved his 400 year-old form, attractive and functional. "Lady Medusa specifically assigned all available Arachnophobia agents this mission tonight. She assured us that entering Shibusen at the height of its Annual Halloween Dance would be easy, and that we would all walk away from this experience having enjoyed our work for once."

"Yeah, I hear ya Mos'," replied the Demon Weapon under his breath, looking out of the corner of his eye and smirking slightly at the sight of all the enemies of Shibusen that had gathered in its grandiose ballroom, right under Shinigami-sama's nose.

On the far side of the room sat Mizune and Chrona, the mouse-witch's adult form decked out in a black party dress as she munched on some Halloween cookies while Medusa's child simply stared off into space without a care in the world. Against the back wall, Free the Werewolf leaned against a steel support nonchalantly, uncomfortable in his itchy tuxedo but a smile on his face as he watched Eruka Frog dance with some poor, unsuspecting student. The frog witch was in rare form tonight, laughing and giggling as she danced circles around the kid, her emerald dress swirling around her in a spiral of green. And many more of their best and brightest had gathered for this secret plan of Medusa's... whatever the hell it was.

"Still," mused Giriko regretfully, "just because that snake-bitch possessed Arachne's body when she died, doesn't mean she's got what it takes to tell us what to do. And just what do you think we'll gain from all this, huh?!"

"Always the 'Doubting Thomas,' eh Giriko?" teased a sensual voice from behind him, its owner's warm breath caressing his ear seductively. Without even turning around, the Chainsaw Weapon knew who it was. Medusa's lithe, voluptuous form slid into his line of sight as smoothly as the snakes she commanded, her new black hair falling around her face like a pool of ebony, the little red dress she wore hugging every curve in a painfully tantalizing manner. Taking a cue from his silence stare, she grinned viciously and took her seat between him and Mosquito. "And here I thought we had fixed all that."

"You wish, Medusa," growled the Demon Weapon in irritation, glaring daggers at the snake charmer as she calmly took a sip of her own champagne. "You may have Arachne's body now, but you're not her, not matter how hard you try and act like it. Now, tell us why the Hell we're all playing party-guest in Death City in the first place!"

"Why it's quite simple, my dear Giriko," purred Medusa melodiously as she produced an object from the cleavage of her dress in an extremely suggestive manner. Upon closer inspection, both villains saw that she held a brilliant golden pocket watch, the glass cover over its still ticking face swung wide open as she let it sway from the gilded chain she held deftly between her delicate fingertips. "I'm going to lead you all in performing a little trick on Shinigami-sama's little pets." The moment they heard this, both men's faces lit up considerably, a smug grin slowly spreading across their visage in the dim light. "We just have to wait until midnight... and then we'll strike."

It was then, in a hushed voice, she laid out her plan for their "gracious hosts."

Oh boy! Now, what could that little snake in the grass be plotting this time around? Well? What are you asking me for guys?! Click the button for the next chapter and find out! Trust me, you won't regret it!