My characters: Alex, Dominic

Mortalshadowhunter's characters: Evande, Cole, Riku

SilverJem5's characters: Steff, Mason

All The Pretty Little Teeth

"Happy Halloween, Evande," Cole and Steff said, and arm wrapped around each other's back as they held out a large bag to the boy standing in front of them. "We got this for you, for being such a good little boy this year."

Evande jumped at the sight of a gift, pulling the bag from Cole's hands and dumping the contents onto the floor. "Ooh! Cherry lollipops! You guys are my favorite! We should go the moon and release these and see in the aliens like them too. Beep. What if I'm an alien?"

"Is that what you're going to be for Halloween?" Steff asked gently, tipping her head to the side, as Cole left to the kitchen. "Are you planning to dress up like the mundane children and go trick or treating?"

"Yep! And I'm going to be the best alien out there!" he shrieked, so loud the Steff had to cover her ears to avoid getting hearing loss. "Guess what the name of the alien I'm gonna go as is!"

"... Shrek?"

"No, silly. The tooth fairy!" he replied, jumping up and down.

"Did I hear someone say tooth fairy?" Cole asked, coming back into the room, carrying a salami sandwich. "I have some teeth for you, if you'd like."

"Really? What kind?" Evande asked in earnest, going up to Cole and wrapping his arms and legs around Cole's leg. "Whale? Dinosaur? Frog?"

"Mine," he said, pulling out a very wet pair of dentures, then handing them to Evande. Removing the fake teeth revealed his own pearly white ones, and he flashed a smile to Steff. "Part of my disguise, you know."

"You're dead!?" Evande screamed, backing away in thinly veiled terror. His hand clutched around the bag of lollipops, before he hid them behind his back.

"Of course. See this line around my neck?" Cole asked. He pointed to the red marks made of lipstick. "This is blood. I hung myself. I died. The end. And then I came back to life again, just to haunt you."

"He's kidding," Steff quickly assured Evande, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "The flour just wore off. He's really just a ghost."

"Yeah," Cole grinned, reaching deep into his pocket. "Now count to five, and close your eyes. When you stop counting, I'll be gone."

"Okay... One... Two... Three... Four... Five!"

He opened his eyes.

Nothing remained in front of him but a thin dusting of flour on the floor.

Evande's eyes widened.

"Damn bastard," Steff swore. "Now he's a street magician, too?"

Don't Judge A Book

"Help!" Riku screamed, jumping onto the kitchen table and pointing at a miniscule moving speck beneath him. "It's come for me! It's getting closer! Help! Help!"

"Alex, to the rescue!" Alex declared, running into the kitchen, wearing a snazzy black and white suit. "Solving crimes day and night. Now, missus, what seems to be the problem here?" he asked, looking up at Riku. "Hot guy alert? Babe in town?"

"No!" he replied, shaking his head violently. "There's a spider! Right there! Kill it kill it kill it!"

"Well," Alex replied, taking out a magnifying glass to survey the scene. "I've got a little bit of a problem. I don't seem to see any spider. Here, I've only found a paperclip, three pennies, and a giant ball of lint. Now, where were we?"

"Oh... So no spider?" Riku said sadly. "I was hoping to keep him as a pet and cherish him forever... But now..."

"Fear not! For I shall be your pet. I shall follow you around, day and night. Barking and petting not included," Alex declared, getting down on all fours and chewing on Riku's shoelaces. "Isn't this exciting?"

"Of course!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands into front of him. "I've always wanted a pet Alex. Now, we can have ice cream and frozen yoghurt all the time!"

"Woof," Alex barked, taking the shoe and standing up, before dashing away. "I'm sorry, my love, but duty calls! I must flush this show down the toilet and make a mess doing so!"

"... I liked that shoe," Riku frowned. "But oh well, I must teach you a lesson, naughty pet!" Grabbing a spread bottle from the cabinet, he ran after Alex, squinting him with water at every turn.

"OWWWWW!" he screamed, dropping the shoe and curling up into a fetal position. "IT BURNSSSSS!"

His eyes began to tear up, caused by the lemon juice that had been in the spray bottle.

"Thats what you get, Idiot!" Riku yelled, shaking Alex on the head with his shoe. "Don't you steal my shoes again of I'm tie you up with my wig!"

Alex glanced up. "Your wig?"

"Damn right," Riku replied, making a face. "Just look right on through this exterior. I'm actually a dude."

"... You serious?"

"Of course. Would any girl care to look this stupid while wearing this get up?" he asked rolling his eyes quite dramatically. "Well... Basically I'm a drag queen. Only a really really old timey drag queen."

" Why do you dress like that?"Alex asked, suddenly calm.

"I just really like wearing bras and tights, dummy."

Poh-tae-toe, Poh-tah-toe

"You're seriously pissing me off," Dominic frowned, glaring at Mason over his newspaper. He sat reading at the counter in the kitchen, and Mason stood by the fridge. He held a bowl of grapes in his hands, casually tossing one after another at Dominic. Smashed grapes littered the ground behind him.

"You deserve to be pissed off," Mason replied in a snotty voice. "You stole my girlfriend. You hear me? You stole my girlfriend."

"... Your girlfriend?"

"She was perfect. Round, brown, and had tens of eyes," he gushed, clasping us hands over his heart. "And you stole her. AND ATE HER."

"I'm sure there's many more fat tan demons around," Dominic sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But for the record, I never ate any of those.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mason blinked, his gaze hardening on the plate in front of Dominic. "My girlfriend. Remember the baked potato you had for lunch?"

"... Your girlfriend was a potato? Why?"

"Dem sexy potatoes," Mason shrugged. "But alas... I'll never fall for such a lovely creature again. My heart has been silenced! Bells will ring no more! I-"

Mason's voice stopped suddenly, and his looked around in confusion, then his eyes adopted a blank stare.

Meanwhile, Dominic was concentrating hard, combining the memories of both Mason and a potato. "Congrats, brother," he smirked, flashing a grin to the confused potato-man standing in the kitchen. "You now think you're a potato."

He got up from his chair, picking up a ten pound bag of spuds from the corner of the kitchen, and brought it over to Mason.

Mason as a potato was just plain hilarious. He waddled over to the sack, tearing it open with short, jerky movements, before he succeeded, and the potatoes all fell into the ground.

Avoiding the male potatoes, since he somehow knew how to tell potato genders apart, he sorted through the female ones, until he found one that he liked. Picking it up, he quickly stuffed it into his pants, and looked up at Dominic.

"That's good enough," Dominic shrugged, letting go of the hold he had and allowing Mason to be in his right mind. "How are you feeling?"

"Potatoey," he replied, looking around with a confused expression as he saw the potatoes in the floor around his feet. "What's this about?"

"You were a potato. And you found a new potato girlfriend.

"Really?" Mason gaped. "Where is she?"

"Have you like, not felt the potato in your underwear yet?!"

Yup. That actually happened. IJK.

~Jillessa Heronstairs~