Disclaimer; Owneth not the rights to Kingdom Hearts do I (Yeah I'm recycling the same jokes as last time, so sue me)

8 P.M. Hayner

"I'm getting worried about Pence." Olette said, glancing out the window for the umpteenth time

"He's probably just having issues getting into his costume, its fine. You're just worried because you got pranked."

I was pretty worried too, but I wasn't going to go around admitting that now, was I? No, I was dealing with my anxiety in the best way possible; shooting mutant zombies on my PS4. I could just feel my tension flying away as I used a shotgun to decapitate a zombie midget. Ah, sweet serenity.

"You're right, I just need to calm down."

Olette slid down onto the couch beside me, taking a deep breath and putting her head on my shoulder.

"You want a go? It helped me."

Olette eyed my game distastefully before giving a polite shake of her head.

"I think I'll pass, but thanks."

I paused the game and took her hand, giving it a squeeze.

"Those freaks were weird. You did really great out there, I'm proud of you."

Olette rolled her eyes.

"I ran for my life screaming because an angry mob of pseudo me's were after me. How does that make you proud of me?"

"Well…" I glanced around uneasily before looking back to her "Not that I ever said it, but I wasn't that much better. And hey, for all they know those screams were war cries, you were just running in the wrong direction."

Olette rolled her eyes again, chuckling and scooting closer.

"Whatever you say boo."

I blushed at the nickname, more than aware of what would happen to me if Roxas and Pence ever heard Olette's pet name for me.

"I'm raiding your fridge, I'm starving. You want anything?" Olette asked, heading for the kitchen.

"Nah I'm good."

I went back to my game, losing my shotgun and going in for a melee with a rusty spoon. I loved this game. A loud splash came from behind me, and I turned around, glancing out the sliding glass door to the backyard. Everything was silent and unmoving.

I stood up, peering at the pool that took up a corner of my yard, but the cover was on as far as I could see and it wasn't rippling or shaking, so nothing had jumped on it or fallen in (we had an almost weekly appointment with the neighbors vertically challenged cat who had a bad habit of falling on the pool cover and refusing to get off, or trying to drown itself and anyone else foolish enough to get close).

Must have been my imagination. I went back to playing the game, glancing up as Olette came back into the room. She looked really cute in her ragdoll costume, stitched and sown together. I was in my own costume, a Frankenstein like creature to match hers. Our trio with Pence would have been fantastic, he was going to be a werewolf, but then he lost a bet with Roxas, and now he was Winnie the Pooh.

Before the whole incident last night, Roxas had been wearing some reverse version of Sora's costume, but now I wasn't sure if he was even coming. There was no way Cloud would have let Sora stay moping outside Roxy's door all day, so that mean he was still at home probably. Olette and I had already called everyone, telling them to head over to Sora's house for the party.

Maybe I should break off on the way there and go see if I could convince Roxas to come out and talk things over. Everyone felt bad about what had happened, it wasn't like we would have done it if we had known what had happened to him.

Olette chomped down on a sandwich while I kept killing more zombies. A few more minutes went by, and I frowned, hearing the sound of rushing water coming from the kitchen.

"Hey Olette, did leave the sink running?"

Olette looked confused, but listened to the sound and shrugged.

"I guess so. Be right back, I'll take care of it."

Olette got back up and went into the kitchen. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I fished it out of my pocket, pulling up a new text from Pence.

"Just got pranked, freaked out big time, heading to your place, let's move before it happens again."

Poor guy, Pence wasn't a big horror buff, he probably even wet himself. I wonder what they did to him.

I sent back a quick reply calling to Olette in the kitchen, "Hey, Pence got pranked but he's on his way here, he wants to get going as soon as he's here."

I didn't get a reply, and I kept gaming. A few minutes went by before I grimaced, glancing up at the open door to the kitchen. Olette still wasn't back yet, and I could still hear the faucet running.

"Olette?"

No reply. I sighed and paused my game, throwing down the controller and heading off into the kitchen. Olette wasn't in there, and the faucet was going on full force, the sink almost overflowing. I ran over and shut it off before it could make a mess, reaching in and trying to pull out the plug. It was jammed shut, I couldn't make it budge.

"Hey Olette, where are you? You trying to find something to wedge the plug lose? I think I've got a wrench or something we can use to jam it open, it's in the garage, can you get it?"

My answer was just more silence. Where was she? My phone buzzed again and I fished it out. Another text from Pence.

"Not good, Club XIII, our next."

What? Our next? A call from Olette suddenly came in and I answered, bringing the phone to my ear.

"Hey babe, where are you? I came in the kitchen and-"

"You've got to get out of there!" Olette interrupted "You're the next victim!"

My phone buzzed again and I glanced down, the new text from Pence just at the top of the screen.

"Sorry, meant you're."

Oh crap. Another wet splash came from outside, and I heard something collide with the kitchen window.

"Hayner? You need to run now, they're already starting its-"

The call dropped, beeping protests in my ear before turning off. Not good. Something collided with the window again, and I stared at it, wondering what kind of horror would be behind the curtains. No, I wasn't going to take a chance, I wasn't going to be stupid.

I ran out to the hallway, throwing on my shoe and glancing around for my coat. I finally found it on the couch, and pulled it on, now looking for my other shoe. I just needed a few more seconds. I wasn't going to be dumb like everyone else and stick around or investigate, I was going to get the heck out of dodge. I ain't afraid of no ghost, but I wasn't going to be sucked into some crazy prank. There was a wet plopping noise, and my heart skipped a beat as I swore I heard something moan.

I glanced around, but there was nothing there. The faucet in the kitchen suddenly turned back on. My eyes widened. They were already inside. Screw the shoe, going with only one on would work better for the Frankenstein look anyways. I dashed towards the door and threw it open, only to skid to a halt. Something was standing down the front steps, only a few feet away. I took a step back, confused.

The figure was misshapen, seeming to pulse and bob strangely every few seconds, the obscured moonlight gleaming off of them.

"Nice try but you don't scare me." I said, crossing my arms.

As soon as they turned and faced me, I'd bolt off the patio and out onto the street, Sora's house was probably the safest place to be right about now anyways. The figure turned around, the movement making a strange sloshing sound, but more importantly, setting off the motion sensor over the door. The light came on and I jumped back.

The figure was made of water. It looked humanoid, the shape was close enough to see that, but they were oozing and bobbing, entirely transparent.

"Brains…" It gurgled.

"Oh hell no."

It trudged towards me and I slammed the door in its face. Alright, I have to give it to XIII; that was pretty impressive, and very freaky. So, front door was out of commission, something was in the backyard, and something was in the kitchen. Options? Garage, or upstairs to my room, our families fire ladder could get me out into the neighbor's yard.

Zombie water people, the idea was pretty obvious. So I guess just stay away from water, and don't let them bite you. And since it was zombies, there was obviously going to be a lot of them. I'm not sure whether I was ecstatic or terrified. Zombies were cool, my dad kept a whole closet in the basement stocked with miniature armory, waiting for a zombie apocalypse. Zombie's made out of water, especially when I didn't have a flame thrower? Not so cool.

How did they even do that anyways? Strings, magnets? Club XIII was pulling out tricks and abilities I doubt anyone had ever imagined, I doubt anyone could really tell how they did it all. Stop admiring them and focus Hayner, you have to get out of here.

That's when I found out a neat thing about water zombies. Since their made from liquid, they can easily fit through cracks and hole, they don't need to break down doors or come crashing through windows. I swore as water leaked out from beneath the door, quickly pooling and rising up, a more solid massing starting to form.

"Brains…"

I ran, sprinting back and throwing open the garage door. I hit the button and the garage slowly started opening while I rushed for it. I came to a screeching halt after only a few steps. At least six more zombies were waiting, all slowly starting to trudge and lumber towards me.

"Brains…"

Alright, fire ladder escape it was. I turned around and dashed back inside, only to find the same zombie that had greeted me at the door. It swiped at me and I ducked, turning back and trying to go through the kitchen.

My breath caught in my throat as I ran in. There were at least eight in there, and more were being formed every second, coming out of the now overflowing sink. Not good. I whirled back into the hallway, managing to duck under the dripping arms and sprinting for the stairs. A wet hand caught me and I yelped, being pulled back by a surprisingly strong grip.

"Brains…" The zombie gurgled. The water zombies from the garage and kitchen were coming out now, gurgling the same message as they came towards me. The zombie that had caught me, pulling me in closer, a gaping mouth starting to appear.

"Let go of me!" I ripped away, charging towards the stairs. The zombie's arm stretched as I went, growing thinner and thinner as it got father away, before it lost is strength and turned into a puddle, splashing to the ground, only to quickly reform seconds later.

I stormed up the stairs, bolting into my room and slamming the door shut, pushing blankets and towels under the crack to try and hinder their progress. I threw open the window and leaned out, only to let out an unintentional scream as a zombie reared its head screaming "Brains!" I stumbled back, running into my dresser and falling on my butt, watching in horror as the thing pulled itself into my room.

No, I wasn't scared, I could handle this. I glanced around, eyes desperately searching for a weapon that could fight something like this. My eyes snapped to my garbage can, the only receptacle in the room that didn't have holes in it.

"Brains…" The zombie gasped as I grabbed the trash can and charged the abomination.

It gave a weak swing at me before I put the garbage can over its head and pushed down, slamming the bucket to the ground. The creature gave one last gurgle as it vanished from sight, trapped in the garbage can. I gave a sigh of relief, sitting on top of the can to keep it trapped, only to let out a yelp as the ones who had pursued me up the stairs started banging at my door, the call for brains getting louder. Water started leaking in from under the door and I gulped, turning to the window.

Ah hell, another one had already taken the place of the first. I needed another way to stop these things. This bucket thing had worked. I frowned when my sock suddenly became damp, glancing down in time to see the water leaking out from the overturned can. I had a split second to scream as a watery hand shot up, grabbing my face. I screamed, managing to tear away, only for the one on the sill to throw its arms around me, gurgling in my ear.

The one I had trapped reformed, along with all the others coming in.

"Brains!" They chorused, advancing on me. The one who had caught me pulled me back towards the window, and I frowned in confusion until it roughly pushed me towards the sill.

"You're not pushing me out a window!" I cried, trying to struggle.

It turns out I was wrong. The next second I was screaming as they threw me out the window, only to collide safely into the arms of a dozen other zombies.

"Brains…!"

I thrashed and struggled, but the water was surprisingly taught, movement was impossible. The zombies carried me started moving, trudging slowly into the back yard, towards the pool. What did this have to do with brains?

"Brains…" A human voice said. I glanced up, the world upside down from my perspective.

A black cloaked figure stood beside what had once been a pool. The figure was scary enough as it was, but it was the fact that my pool had been transformed into a giant version of my head, warped and pulsing in the now bright moonlight that made me scream.

"Brains…" The giant head moaned.

"You heard what it wants." The figure said, making a grand gesture and motioning the zombies forward. They slowly advanced, and panic started to rise up inside me. Prank or not this wasn't cool.

"This isn't funny. Come on guys, put me down!"

My response would probably surprise you, it may even astound you with the level of depth and thought put into the remark; "Brains…" Incredible, right?

I couldn't help but scream as the zombies stopped in front of the giant head and the figure stepped forward, pulling out a card. Had they written a speech?

"For the horrible crimes against XIII you committed, you and your thirteen comrades have been sentenced to a punishment befitting of the crime in the eyes of us, your judges, jury, and executioners. You went on to assist XIII's arch-nemesis in constructing the plan that harmed him in the first place, making you one of the most guilty of all those involved. To this end-"

"You know the others were way scarier."

The figure stopped reading and looked up.

"Scarier? What are you talking about, you were just screaming your head off. What's scarier than a bunch of zombie's man?"

I shrugged.

"Yeah the zombies are scary, but it's the whole giant head and you reading a speech that kind of ruins it."

"The speech adds poetic irony, its sentencing you for your crime, it's my dramatic flair. I even had Marly help me write it out! And what do you mean the heads not scary? It's going to eat you and you'll be the brain, that's the punishment, forced to be a zombies brain, how is that not terrifying? I know it'd be scared."

"Yeah, it's just not doing it for me."

"Oh come on, do you know how hard I worked on this? You don't know man, the work I had to do to get these stupid things to come to life-"

"Is this your first time or something? I mean really, if you had enough time to make a speech and everything, you really should have thought this through more."

"What? No, it's all just-"

"And arguing with a victim, that's just kind of lame, I mean really, you're supposed to be scary, and right now Caspar the friendly ghost is more terrifying."

"Hey watch it, I spent ages getting things just right, and I-"

"No this is just pathetic, I mean really, this is the best you could do? Maybe if you just shut up and threw me in that would have been better, but this is just sad."

The figures head drooped for a second, and they stared at the ground. Everything was silent, the zombies stared straight ahead, still holding me, the night still and peaceful. Finally the figure looked up, raising an arm and pointing accusingly at me. This time when they spoke, their tone was dead, the casual whining gone. This time I shivered when they spoke.

"Silence traitor. You want to be scared? Well try this on."

They snapped their fingers and the pool liquefied again, losing its shape.

"Have a ball boys, come get me when you're done." The figure ordered, marching off.

I frowned for a second, uncomprehending, only for the zombies holding me to suddenly rush forward, throwing themselves and me into the water.

I had one second to yelp with surprise and take a deep breath before I was dragged under. Strong currents buffeted me, pushing me further and further down. I tried to get back to the surface, but the current just pushed me further and further down into the frigid water.

This wasn't funny anymore, this was really scary. I couldn't hold my breath much longer guys, it was time to let me up. My lungs were burning, and finally my mouth shot open involuntarily, water rushing in, burning my already tender lungs.

This wasn't okay anymore, it was time to stop. But the water just kept coming. I was drowning. My vision was starting to go blurry, I raised my arm, and through my panicked haze, realized that it was going transparent. My whole body was starting to disappear as my vision darkened, my skin and clothes liquefying.

I had another few seconds to scream, sending out a few measly air bubbles, saying goodbye to the last of my precious air. There was a ripping sensation inside me, and the last thing I saw was my body pulling away from itself and vanishing before everything went black.

Something collided with my chest, and I gasped for life, rocketing up and spitting out pool water.

"He's alive!" I heard someone- Pence- shout in relief. Arms wrapped around me, and I instinctively recoiled, only to relax when I realized it was just Olette.

"What did he do to you? I was in the kitchen when he just appeared, and the next thing I knew I was on the other side of the neighborhood. I tried to call you back after I lost the connection, but I didn't get anything. Pence and I found you floating in the pool."

"The idiot got angry and tried to drown me." I gasped, taking a breath full of sweet, sweet oxygen.

Pence and Olette gasped in shock.

"They got all three of us. At least we know they won't get us again. Are you okay?"

I managed a nod, and checked myself over. My costume was ruined, my green skin paint running off and bleeding out, my skin clearly showing underneath. My jacket had been replaced with a design similar to the one Pooh Bear Pence and Rag Doll Olette were wearing, covered in thorns. Mine was different though, having the Roman Numeral IX and the words "This guy is a total douchebag spoil sport, he is sooo guilty."

"Well exciting as that was, I want to get out of here. Let's get to Sora's if we get everybody together there's not as much of a chance that anybody else will get pranked." I managed, sitting up.

This prank was different, it had started off well but had taken a dark turn. Not all these were just 'harmless' pranks meant for publicity. Some of these were for revenge, and not just for XIII, the one who supposedly everyone had hurt. The night wasn't over, and I doubted that this game of revenge was either.

Things were about to get even worse.

x-X-x

"You drowned him!?" Roxas asked, eyes bugging out of his head.

"Almost, I said I almost drowned him. The jerk was being a total tool, bagged on all my hard work, and I…" I trailed off, taking a step away as Roxas reached up towards my neck, hands clawed and shaking before letting out an aggravated groan and face palming.

"Demyx, remind me to kill you later. I have to go finish up with the clues, Sora's going to need them if he ever wants to find me. If you pull something stupid and reckless like that with my boyfriend when he gets here, or any of my friends ever again…" Roxas let the threat hang in the air, before stomping away.

"Shrimps got a temper, I miss that. He was so tame and boring back at Christmas, this totally makes up for everything."

I gave Larxene a skeptical look.

"Roxy's acting all crazy and you're happy about that? This whole things been psycho, don't you think we might be going kind of far?"

Larxene gave me a sideways glancing, pounding another Lightning Rod.

"Dem, you threw a temper tantrum a few minutes ago because somebody didn't think you were scary enough and tried to drown them. You're psycho. Everyone here is psycho. Roxas is just finally accepting that fact, and letting it out in a healthy way. Well, kind of. Axel and I have a better way of accepting it out, we just let our freak out whenever we sleep together, put up with a few bruises, bite marks, burns, and permanent Taser damage to testicles and we're all good."

"I didn't need that image in my head Larx."

"And I didn't need the image of a dom Zexion teacher and an innocent schoolgirl you."

"There's nothing wrong with a little role-play in a relationship."

"There is if you're wearing my skirt."

"You're such a drama queen that was one time!"

"Demyx, Larxene!"

Our heads snapped up, seeing Xemnas standing in the doorway to the club.

"Get in here, the crowd would love to see more of its benefactors."

We both grinned and stood up, making our way inside the club, the sound of music, screaming, and cheering clearly audible from three blocks away.

We came in through the back way, coming out onto the stage along with the other members who had already taken care of their victims. The crowd went wild when they saw us, dancing and jumping in the flashing lights. I smiled and waved, gladly striking a pose for a few fans with cameras.

This was turning out to be one hell of a Halloween.

Almost done now, we're almost there, just stick with me a little longer! Hope your having a BOO-tiful night!