Hank maneuvered his way up the cement path leading to Walt's door. As he rolled his wheels, he felt them lock up as he tried to push forward. Hank looked down as he noticed a leather belt was placed on the ground, almost as if it was to stop him from entering the home. No way, he thought to himself. Everyone likes good old Hank at a party! Marie then leaned over and removed the obstruction as he made his way to the door, using his foot to knock. Walter sighed, hearing the THUDDD! noise at the door. Hank must have gotten past the trap he had set to prevent him from attending his halloween party. He got off the couch, grabbed his katana and headed towards the door. Upon opening, he saw Hank dressed as some strange character, with a very obvious wig. Walter's wig was way higher quality, it was nearly unnoticeable that it was fake.
"Hey Wa- HAHA WOAH THERE WALT, WHEN DID YOU BECOME A TRANNY?" Hank laughed.
"That's insensitive. I'm clearly The Bride, a strong character you wouldn't be familiar with," Walter replied with a frown. He moved his bangs from his eyes and allowed Hank inside. Skyler exited the kitchen, looking like some kind of 80s character. She wore a denim vest, underneath was about 40 layers of plaid everywhere. She knew only real movie fans would 'get' it.
"Skyler, you're a lesbian? Walt is a tranny and you're a lesbian? What the hell is going on here!" Hank yelled sarcastically as he laughed, because his costume was definitely the best and absolutely not weird at all.
"I'm Bender, you know, from The Breakfast Club?" Skyler said with a wine glass in hand. "He's a strong character, able to protect his loved ones and be sensitive and caring as well...unlike SOME people," she added, taking a sip.
Hank was wearing a baggy, long-sleeved white t-shirt that was slightly transparent. His pants were very loose jeans, had he been standing they would fall off and expose all that junk he had down there. Not his penis, but the mineral he had brought. His wig was black, and resembled a hairstyle from a japanese cartoon. It was impossible to actually make your hair look this way, but Hank felt confidence for the first time in 40 years when he wore it. Looking in the mirror made him feel 5 years old again, with a full head of hair. In his lap, a death note was resting there to complete the costume. He wheeled towards Walt for a good conversation that he will enjoy and not regret, because Walt is his best buddy.
"Hey buddy," Hank said, being careful not to wheel on Walt's toes.
"Hello, Hank," Walter replied, looking him up and down before noticing the death note in his lap. "...Where did you get that?" Walter said nervously, pointing towards the death note as a bead of sweat dripped down his cheek immediately.
"Oh, this? Better be careful Walt, I'm gonna write your name!" Hank said as he grabbed a pen and opened the death note. He started to write 'W' before Walt interrupted.
"STOP! DON'T YOU DARE," Walter said, grabbing his wrist to prevent him from writing further.
"C'mon buddy, it's a joke, I'm yanking your chain buddy, I got it off amazon," Hank said as he laughed. Walter released his grip and smiled nervously.
Walter walked into his bedroom to adjust his bodysuit he wore. Because it was made of leather, it was extremely tight and held heat well. Every few hours he needed to pour baby powder down the neck opening of his suit to prevent friction burns from his very expensive replica suit. As he opened the bottle of baby powder, he stopped as he heard wheels down the hallway. Was Hank following him? Can't I just have one minute alone? A man needs his space to powder himself in peace. The wheels scraped against the floor of his home as the dragged Hank into Walter's bedroom.
"Hey buddy," Hank said with a smile. "Didn't want you to get lonely all alone in here!"
"Hello, Hank,"
"Take a look at this here, Walter," Hank said as he pulled a mineral out of his pants. "It's-" Hank began to say before being interrupted by Walt.
"Axinite. It's calcium, aluminum, borosilicate and is pyroelectric and piezoelectric." Walter said as he stared at Hank, only needing a moments glance at the mineral to activate the memory storage in his brain that contains some of the most important scientific information known to man. "Fascinating stuff, really," he finished.
"I thought after trannies got their dicks removed they were as dumb as chicks!" Hank said with a laugh.
Little did Walt know that it wasn't the mineral he thought it was. This mineral was special, and it was already working it's magic on Walt. It's abilities can make anyone say what their true thoughts are in the moment, and Walt spilling all of his information on the mineral was evidence to it working.
"You're really ignorant for a goddamn cripple, Hank," Walt said as he walked back into the living room with Hank following behind him.
"Oh hey Walt! Did you go on a 'walk' like you always do when you disappear?" Skyler said, standing in the kitchen with a wine glass in her hand and a wine bottle next to her on the counter.
"I don't know Skyler, did you have sex with another man that wants my money?" Walter said with a laugh, but his face showed contempt towards her.
"Woah guys, let's just chill, I mean you're both in the LGBT why the need to fight?" Hank said as he gripped his mineral in his hand.
"I don't need to hear criticism from a guy who has been crippled like, twice, over the dumbest shit," Skyler said as she took a gulp from her glass.
"Hank, you are a despicable little man and I hope you understand nobody respects you because of the things you do and say." Walter said as he stared at Hank. Before Hank was able to respond, a knock was heard at the door and Walter responded immediately.
"Trick or treat!" a group of children had arrived at his door begging for candy like the degenerates they were. Walt worked for everything he earned and they just anticipated a handout because their parents cannot properly raise a child. Nevertheless, he reached for the bag of candy he had set near the door for this occasion. Earlier in the day, Walt had spent a considerable amount of time making a batch of candy. Special candy. His own receipe modified to be sweet, so children would be more inclined to enjoy it despite it being very sharp and painful to chew.
"Here you go, kids," He said, leaning over and dropping crystal meth rock candy into their bags. As they thanked him and walked away, he grabbed one of them and whispered into his ear "If you want more, you can come back and have as much as you want. Your parents might like it too," he finished and let the child go. Walt stepped back into his house, his face turning from a smile to a cold expression as he wanted to finish his argument with Skyler. Hank thought the mineral must have been malfunctioning, because he knew that these things were just not true. Everybody knew Hank as the funny guy who really livened up the party. He would ask Marie if she felt this way too, but she was in Walter Jr's room looking for things to steal. He instead decided to wait out this argument, because it's not like Walt is a violent guy, he wouldn't do anything to hurt his wife.
"You stupid, inconsiderate, slutty bitch," Walter said with a hiss. Skyler took a massive drink from her cup, finishing it off immediately and reaching for the bottle before Walter grabbed it first and began to chug the whole bottle in front of her. Filled with rage, Skyler went through the cabinets and pulled out a bottle of tequila from Costco. It was labeled "Jumbo size - for those days, y'know?". She pulled the cap off and began to pour it into her mouth. Walter couldn't stand this and charged for the bottle, attempting to pour it into his mouth as it splashed everywhere, all over his nice yellow bodysuit. Fed up with the argument, Walter tackled Skyler to the ground and held her throat as she dropped the tequila onto the ground, creating a slippery surface as he wrestled her into submission. As he furiously strangled his wife, Walt Jr came into the room. His outfit resembled some kind of anime character, a sword strapped to his back as a long black trenchcoat dragged on the floor while he walked.
"Hey Dad, I'm going trick-or-treating with Louis," Walt Jr said as he looked at his parents attempting to murder each other.
"Don't you think you're a little too old for that, son?" Walter responded while keeping his grip on Skyler's neck.
"No Dad, I didn't even get to go much as a kid! It'll be fun," he said, brushing off the idea that maybe if you're like 15 you probably shouldn't go trick or treating but I mean whatever man.
"Don't ask for help if the other kids start bullying you," Walter said with a sigh. Why was his son born like this? Walter Jr walked towards the door and opened it before turning around and saying with no expression on his face, "I wish you'd just die already, Uncle Hank". He exited the house without asking what his parents were doing.
Hank laughed. "Classic Junior! Always learning from your good ol' Uncle Hank!" he snorted. Walter suddenly stopped attempting to suffocate his wife, and released his grip on her. He stood up as he felt his skeleton vibrate a familiar sensation, something that he had become adjusted to in the past. His fingertips became ultra-sensitive to wind and the draft in the house as he started out the window into the backyard. With slight hesitation, he walked outside, keeping his gaze fixated on the area near the pool before looking around him. Hank wheeled as far as he could to Walt before asking what was going on.
"I could have sworn, I just saw Gus, alive and in the flesh...back in black if you will."
