Hello, I'd like to welcome everyone to my 2009 Halloween Fanfic, The Pumpkin That Ate Everyone.
It revolves around my creation, Emma Long, and her quest for the zombie pumpkin monster that is eating everyone.
The end WILL surprise you. Or maybe not.
I would like to thank Zodiac Sefirosu and futureauthor13 for their input on this story. Thank you! Without your ideas, there would be no zombies, black cats, or purple bats in this. It would be boring, in other words.
I do not own AD:JL.
Enjoy!
The Pumpkin That Ate Everyone
Naturally, it was a dark and stormy night. Actually, it wasn't. It was a warm autumn evening, and Emma Long, a.k.a. the Co-American Dragon was lounging outside her house. It was Halloween, and her twin brother, being the immature boy he was, was trick-or-treating with Spud, Trixie, and Haley. She sighed and put her book, Pride and Prejudice, down. It was the worst book in the history of awful books, and here she was, stuck at home.
"This is so unfair," Emma grumbled to herself. There were no trick-or-treaters on this street, and the night was eerily quiet. Quiet, except… Emma frowned.
"Ear of the dragon," she whispered. With her now heightened sense of hearing, the sound of leathery wings was clear. Bats?
"If it is bats, then how could this get more cliché?" Emma asked herself. I'm sorry Emma, but it will get much more cliché.
"No doubt they are as black as night," she grumbled. However, these bats were not black as night. They were as purple as purple could be. A bright fluorescent shade that hurt her eyes.
"Purple?" she gasped and barely dove in time as they swooped over her head. She stood up and brushed herself off.
"Wow, way to get rid of the stereotype that bats are blind!" she called out after them. They froze in midair and, as a group, made a 360 turn and came right back at her. These were not normal bats, which is obvious by their color, but these were mean fluorescent purple bats.
"Dragon up!" echoed around the empty neighborhood as Emma assumed her dragon form. She was a much nicer color than the bats, and was also nicer tempered. Right now, however, she was angry. The bats squeaked in fear at her large lavender shape.
"Know what? I think I'm hungry for some barbequed bat!" she shouted and let a large stream of fire roast the bats. Well, most of them. Around ten flew away in fear. Emma turned human again and picked up one of the bats. Fu Dog could probably explain this. She opened the front door of her house.
"Hey mom, I'm going to go see Fu Dog, 'kay?" she called out.
"Just be back by eight," her mom replied, her voice floating from the kitchen. Emma hurried to her grandfather's shop with the dead fluorescent bat tucked under her arm.
At the shop-
"Hello, Emma," Lou Shi began as Emma burst into the shop.
"Hi Gramps," she said breathlessly. She dropped the bat on the table. Could you tell me what this is?" Gramps shook his head.
"Fu Dog!" he called out and Fu Dog trotted in.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Geeze, if I'm not there this exact moment, his gasket's gonna blow, is it?"
"Fu Dog, could you identify this purple bat for Emma?" Gramps asked. Fu Dog scratched behind his ear with one paw.
"Let me see." Emma handed it over wordlessly. Fu Dog's eyes grew wide.
"This is a Yutarvurian bat. Very magical, they feast on pumpkins. The pumpkins they eat turn into giant zombie pumpkin monsters. If any got away, we got to get 'em right now!"
Emma groaned and put her head in her hands.
"Could this Halloween get any more cliché?"
The answer is yes, Emma. It could get much more cliché.
MORE cliché? How is that possible?