Wooo! Finally made it to the tenth chapter! Oh yeah, I still don't own anything.
Dean silently observed Seth. A wicked grin spread across his face as an idea formulated in his brain. He soundlessly crept over to the unaware boy, his footsteps muffled by the carpeting. Baring his fake vampire fangs, he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Boo!" For whatever reason, the thunder outside decided to rumble at that exact moment, adding to the effect.
As expected, Seth nearly jumped through the roof. "What was that for?" he whimpered as Dean laughed.
"It's Halloween," Dean explained. "That's why you're wearing your costume, remember?"
"Oh yeah," Seth said, remembering the reason why he was carrying around a plastic ninja sword.
"Hey," Roman said, wandering over, "Did you guys go trick-or-treating yet?"
"Not yet," Seth answered. "My family goes tomorrow."
Meanwhile, someplace else in the room, Daniel was trying to figure out Undertaker's costume. "What are you?" he cried, perhaps a bit louder than intended. "You're not a superhero, or an animal, or even a normal person!"
Undertaker grinned fiendishly, shifting his plastic scythe from one hand to the other. "I told you, Daniel," he said. "I'm the Grim Reaper."
Daniel squeaked, covering his mouth. Undertaker's impish grin widened as he tapped Daniel with the very tip of his scythe. He watched with malevolent delight as the other boy ran around the room, screaming "I wanna keep my soul!"
All of a sudden, the lights went out. As the children screeched out of fear, a tiny, dancing light appeared near the door. As any reasonable Kindergartener would, they gathered around the source.
A boy grinned from within the shadow of his hat. He held up the match in his hand and said, "This fire is like willpower. One breath of wind and it goes away." With that statement, he blew out the match, leaving the class in darkness once again.
While the bewildered children conversed in hushed whispers, the lights flickered back to life overhead. "Look!" someone cried from the crowd of kindergarteners. "He's gone!"
As sure as the lights had gone out before, the mysterious boy with the match had disappeared. The conversation began anew. The children spoke in excited, perplexed voices, puzzling over the enigma.
Two other boys appeared in the doorway. The face of one was covered by a simple sheep mask. "Brothers!" someone called from behind the crowd. The children turned and were surprised to find the mystery boy.
The boy made his way through the crowd to embrace his so-called brothers. Both boys were tall enough to easily be taller than the rest of the class (except, perhaps, Big Show). The mystery boy, in comparison, was rather short. "I don't think they're brothers," Triple H murmured. The others quickly shushed him; the mystery boy was beginning to speak again.
"I am Bray Wyatt," the mystery boy declared, turning back to the crowd. "These are my brothers, Luke and Erick."
"Alright children," Ms. McMahon cut in, making a mental note to hide the matches better next time. "That's enough. It's almost time for recess."
Right on cue, the bell rang. The children rushed into the school's gymnasium (where recess was held on rainy days such as this one) with one accord, eagerly dragging Bray, Luke, and Erick with them.
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"I still don't think they're brothers," Triple H commented sullenly, glaring at Bray from afar.
"Just give them a chance, Hunter," Shawn said for the thousandth time since Bray and his supposed brothers had arrived. "You were okay with Dean and his friends when they got here."
Triple H huffed, turning his death-glare on Dean momentarily. "Don't be ridiculous, Shawn," he growled.
Unfortunately, Dean caught sight of Triple H and came storming over. Seth and Roman scrambled along behind, confused over their friend's sudden anger. A verbal fight quickly ensued. Seth, Roman, and Shawn, though they tried their hardest, were unable to break them apart.
All at once, Dean and Triple H were being held back by none other than Luke and Erick. Bray stepped up, shaking his head. "Have we come to this so quickly?" he asked.
Dean strained against Luke's grasp. "He was looking at me funny," he protested in explanation. Turning to his captor, he barked, "Let me go!"
Luke looked at Bray, who nodded. Upon his release, Dean glared at Luke before stomping away with Seth and Roman, muttering something about injustice.
"As for you," Bray stated, shifting his attention back to Triple H, "Looking at people funny might get you in trouble one day." Erick let Triple H go and left alongside the other two.
"What a jerk," Triple H grumbled mulishly.
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Once the children had finished with their lessons and had eaten lunch, Shawn decided to get the costume party officially underway. They dug out the stereo again and blasted somewhat Halloween-like music. Punk even led a small group down to the kitchen to scrounge up any delicious goodies left over from lunch.
Some time into the party, disaster struck: the lights went off for the second time that day. While several of the more easily excitable screamed, Bray checked the hallway. "That wasn't me this time," he declared to the class, upon noticing that the lights were off out there as well. "The power went out or something."
Miz was nearly in tears. "Will they ever come back on?" he whimpered.
"Duh," Damien snorted, smacking the nearest child upside the head in the hope that it was Miz.
"Oww," Sheamus cried. "What was that for?"
"Sorry," Damien said shortly. "Thought you were Miz."
"If it weren't so dark," Sheamus grumbled. "I'd hit you back."
"There will be no hitting in this classroom," Ms. McMahon said sternly.
"Everybody stay calm!" Shawn yelled. "We can't do anything if we panic!"
"But the lights aren't working," Dean griped. "We can't do anything anyway."
"Nonsense," Shawn noted brightly, "Someone'll turn the lights back on." Several minutes passed before he added, "Eventually."
"We need to take matters into our own hands," Dean declared, pounding his fist into the nearest table for emphasis. "C'mon! Let's go turn the lights back on!" The cheers of approval followed the leader of the miniature Shield as he and a few others carefully made their way through the door.
The small band of adventuresome kindergarteners meandered through the darkened hallways. "Are you sure we're even going the right way?" Chris remarked.
"Of course," Dean replied nonchalantly. "It's a straight path to the janitor's closet from our classroom."
"Why do you, of all people, know where the janitor's closet is?" Daniel wondered aloud.
"I have my reasons," Dean commented mysteriously.
"Have you locked people in there before?" Rey asked, suddenly afraid.
"Maybe," Dean chuckled darkly. Lightning flashed through a window nearby, illuminating his face in the most frightening way possible (Unless it was just his creepy expression). Rey hid behind Chris for safety.
Eventually, the group reached the janitor's closet. "Is the light switch in there?" Daniel questioned.
"I don't know," Dean answered, "Why don't you go check?" He then proceeded to push Daniel into the closet. After a minute, he called inside, "Did you find it?"
"No," Daniel called back.
"Keep looking," Chris yelled.
"Who's there?!" someone yelled from somewhere down the hall.
Startled, the kindergarteners screamed and fled back towards the classroom, forgetting all about Daniel. "Guys?" he called. "Guys? You still there? I can't find it!"
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Dean and the rest burst into the classroom, breathing heavily due to running all the way down the hall. "T-there's a guy," Chris panted.
"He was onto us," Rey added. "Tried to catch us."
"Did he get you?" Roman enquired.
"Nope," Dean boasted. "We're all here."
"Wait," Chris pointed out. "Where's Daniel?"
A scream sounded down the hall in answer to Chris's question. The kindergarteners looked at each other in shock and hurried out the door, charging in the general direction of the cry.
At some point during the mad dash to the janitor's closet, the lights snapped back on. Regardless, the children burst into the closet, ready to fight. "Hey, guys," a voice greeted them.
The gazes of a good number of kindergarteners landed on Daniel. He looked cheerful enough and was clinging to an older man's hand. "This is the janitor," he introduced the class to the other man. "He's not gonna hurt us," he added with a grin.
"I was wondering who was messing around in my closet," the janitor explained. "When I came in with my flashlight, I found this little guy. He with you?"
"Yeah," Kane snapped, snatching Daniel by the hand and yanking him away from the janitor. "Don't ever take him again," he ordered sternly.
"You kids better get back to your classroom," the janitor warned. "Your teacher is probably worried."
"We can do just fine without her," Triple H pointed out proudly.
"But we probably should go before the lights go out again," Shawn added. "Come on, guys." He and the rest of the class tramped back down the hallway to the classroom, where they were finally able to finish their party.