The story I suppose is down there, it is a Halloween thing, but well the reason for that is simple, i didn't around to posting it Halloween, so it is now, here. But as the song goes, "we can have Halloween on Christmas..." and all that jazz

by the way, i own nothing here, all i own, is the story.

one more thing, sorry if the characters seem a little off

It was all hallows eve when the kids started to come out, bumped up on the promise of sugared high candy and the fact they get to prank the neighborhood.

One of these boys, a guy named Meek, was the best at it, taking down people left and right with schemed plans that took down everyone that it touched, most too afraid to fight back from Meek, others, stuck to various furniture and things.

It was all going well, everything was planned to each unique person, taking in hundreds of possibilities into one, until one, the one from last year that caused him torture, strife, that broke all his chain was up. And yes, he was afraid that it wouldn't go as planned, but Meek, having the huge ego of his, didn't back down to the challenge.

Thought anyway else would have cried at the fear of facing down Gaz Membrane…

Gaz was walking down the streets, her teeth gritted as she stared at the idiots that were circling around her, girls dressed in various forms of fairy costumes and guys superheroes. And herself, Dressed in her normal outfit, the only touch different was the metal bat she was lugging with her; she hated Halloween, the stupid people, even the nasty candy that caused her father to go into a fit. It didn't help at all with adults shoving candy into her face every now and then, telling her she had the scariest costume there. That really got under her skin.

And to the thing she hated most, the tricks, oh she enjoyed it when other people got messed up during one of the awful tricks played by their down the street neighbors happened all the time, but when it turned to her that was a whole different story. Especially when someone decided that they would stand up to the Gaz Membrane.

This year wasn't any better, as she eyed the green furry robot that was zooming past to each unexpecting trick or treater, laughing the whole way as he ate various candies and scared the pee out of the trick or teaters. Thought she must admit it was kind of funny that their nights were ruined like hers.

Thought that was her downfall when her foot rose up, just barely off the ground to walk one more step when the trap triggered, an exploding capsule of fresh dark paint exploding on her with a flourish and a twist of the rope.

You can only imagine how steamed she was as she opened both of her light brown eyes fully, teeth bared as she gritted them together, Scaring away the already frightened group of children by her, they ended up screaming bloody murder.

Gaz turned her head left and right, almost slowly as if the anger inside her was about to bust, the bat clenched in her hand as she found no one, not a single soul that was there in the now deserted street. The only sound was Gir's munching of the stolen candy and treats.

So she continued on, to mad even to care that she was yet to fall into another trap, this one even more carefully disguised as she slipped slightly on a tar spill, sliding her forward into a can of cat hair, when she got up, her eyes looking redder than even Zim's I swear that you could even hear Gir stop eating the candy he had in his mouth.

In short, this was very, very, very bad

She got up, stomping back to the spot with anger, wanting nothing more than to beat the heck out of something and kick it down, both eyes fully opened and glaring with enough hatred to turn metal into rust, hot boiling water into ice.

She walked right up to where the first was triggered, beating down the can before turning to the fences, climbing over them and spotting the house she knew all too well, Meek. The kid that tried to get her last year, the kid that almost ruined her reputation as the kid you don't even dare look at wrong.

"You will pay, oh you will pay Meek, and when you do, it will be so bad that not even you will see it!" she was almost screaming now, hand scrunched into a hard fist. As she stood on the fence, lights flickering on and off has she glared.

And somewhere in that house a child named Meek was laughing his head off has he looked out the window at the girl covered in black paint and cat hair.

And there you have it, have a good time and go down to the box called comments, and write something, a flame, a 'good job', a 'you could do better', just whatever.