Halloween Havoc!

Hey folks! L1701E here! If you enjoyed my last Halloween story, then you will love this new fic! This time, our heroic band of merry mutants, the X-Men, join up with a certain Midwestern all-mutant rock band to ring in the scariest holiday of the year! It's insanity and scares in Bayville, baby!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel Comics and myself. The Southside Misfits were created by Aaron and used with his permission. Drive safely!

Chapter 1: Say Hello To My Little Friends!

The Xavier Institute

The Xavier Institute, the place that the young team of mutants known as the X-Men called home. And one of them, one Katherine Pryde, known as Kitty to everyone, a mutant from Illinois with the power to move through solid matter, was talking on the phone to some friends.

"Like, oh my God, it's so nice to hear from you guys again!" Kitty smiled as she spoke. "Of course you guys can come up. Oh, he got the teleporter finished, huh? Well, it'll be nice to see you guys come up. They'll love you!" Scott Summers, the X-Men's leader, cursed with uncontrollable optic blasts and a bit of a tightwad personality overheard this and scowled.

Alvers again. Does that moron ever quit? Scott mentally grumbled. He marched up to Kitty and took the phone.

"Hey!" Kitty exclaimed.

"Alvers, do you have any idea how big our phone bills are getting because of your constant calling?!" Scott snapped into the phone. Kitty angrily took back the receiver.

"It's not Lance!" Kitty snapped. She whacked Scott across the face with the receiver, causing him to fall over with a grunt. She put the phone back to her mouth. "Sorry about that. That's Scott. He's a bit paranoid, don't worry. Can't wait to see you guys! Like, buh bye!" Kitty grinned as she put down the phone. Danielle Moonstar, a Cheyenne mutant with the power to bring people's fears to life and Kitty's best friend, noticed.

"Who was that, Kitty?" Dani asked.

"Just some friends who want to come over for Halloween." Kitty smirked.

The Xavier Institute, an hour later

Scott Summers walked down a hall, carrying a box full of Halloween decorations. He passed by the door to Forge's lab and he heard conversing coming from inside.

"What the--?" Scott wondered out loud. He put down the box and opened the door a crack. Inside was Forge and another boy conversing. The two of them were hovering over a futuristic engine. The new guy had his black hair in a mullet, blue eyes examining the engine behind black 80s sunglasses. He was clad in a 80s-style shirt, tie, and slacks, all covered by a lab coat. The first button of the shirt was open, and the tie was partially undone.

"How'd you get the tetryon molecules under control. They are ornery little critters. When they get forced to interact with energy, they go nuts, and the results can be…explosive." The boy said.

"That's why I have this tetryon injector put in, Johnny B. It uses a ramjet-like principle to force that explosive power to where it's needed." Forge explained.

"Oh yeah, I didn't see that there." Johnny replied. Scott blinked.

"Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiight…" Scott drawled like Dr. Evil. Scott left the two to their conversation. He picked up the box and went back on his way. Until he knocked into a large African-American boy with dreadlocks and five o'clock shadow, clad in a long black trenchcoat, blue jeans, a black t-shirt, black biker gloves, a black bandanna around his head, and sneakers. The guy was tall, not as tall as Blob, but he was pretty imposing.

"You got a problem, punk?!" The big guy snapped at Scott. Scott gulped.

"Uhm…" Scot was unsure what to say.

"Hey, don't mind Eric. The guy's been looking for an excuse to brawl all day." A cheery voice replied. Scott turned and saw a cheery-looking boy with chin-length black hair, and who appeared to be a mix of Caucasian and Native-American. He had on a green headband with two white feathers on it similar to Thunderbird's. He was clad in a pair of white wristbands, a Chicago Blackhawks jersey with the number of the legendary Stan Nikita, green slacks with white pumps. He also had on a gold chain. "You must be Cyclops. Funny, you don't have one eye. I'm Mike Baxter. My big friend's Eric Phillips."

"Call me Trouble." Eric smirked.

"Just don't make any 'Yo mama' jokes around him, and you'll be fine." Mike grinned.

"Who are you guys?" Scott wondered.

"Just your average teenage mutants from Chicago." Mike grinned. "We're friends of Kitty's." Scott rolled his eyes and went back on his way. Mike noticed Danielle walk by. "My chick-sense is tingling, Mike."

"If I were her, my senses would warn me there's a half-Indian moron in a Blackhawks jersey looking to spout bad pick-up lines coming my way." Eric grumbled.

"Dude, she'll dig me." Mike grinned. "Oh, and Eric…I prefer the term Native-American." Mike ducked as Eric made a motion of throwing something at him. "Okay, okay…" Mike approached Danielle.

"Hello." Dani smiled. "You must be Mike. Kitty told me about you."

"Believe every word, babe. Especially the ones about me being awesome with the ladies."

"Oh God…" Eric groaned.

"She told me you spit bad pick-up lines."

"That is certainly not true! My pick-up lines are considered modern day works of art!" Mike wailed. "So, wanna go out and party?" Mike grinned. Dani rolled her eyes.

"Yup. Kitty was right on the money." Dani walked off.

"Hey, wait up!" Mike ran after her.

"Kitty, can I ask you something? Who are those two?" Scott asked, pointing at Mike and Eric.

"Mike and Eric? Oh, they're two friends I met in Chicago." Kitty smiled. "Remember when you sent me to Chicago to check out those mutant vigilantes?"

"Yeah, the Misfits sent Red Dragon." Scott raised an eyebrow. "Those guys are two of them, right?"

"Yeah, Eric Phillips, codename Trouble. He's got superhuman strength and invulnerability. He gets a bit of a foul mouth when riled, but he's really a good guy. Mike Baxter, codename WrongWay. Half Native-American, he's the regular jokester of the bunch. He has a mutant tracking power, which allows him to find anyone or anything. He also has a photographic memory, which was enhanced by his X-Gene."

"Hmm, and why are they here?" Scott wondered.

"They wanted to come visit." Kitty grinned.

"Anyway, what do they call themselves?" Scott wondered.

"Uhm…" Kitty gulped. She knew Scott was not going to like the answer.

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Well, well, well! Looks like it's going to be another Halloween full of insanity! What madness will happen next? Will the Southside Misfits and the X-Men get along? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!