Voodoo-Mutant-Child-They didn't clobber him, did they?

SwordStitcher-I used to work at a Halloween shop and the amount of Nurse Joker costumes we sold wasn't even funny.

AN: Seriously, how the hell DO you eat a caramel apple?

Jonathan Crane leans against the wall, watching the shadows reach out over the grass. Tonight is Halloween, and his classmates will be out causing as much damage as they can. But they won't come up here. They know better. Granny Keeney will skin them alive if she catches them, and they know it. Funny, that the most dangerous place he knows is also the safest. Sometimes, anyway.

The shadows are fading fast by the time he slips downstairs and trudges across the field. Kitty said she had something for him. He's a little nervous-people have said they have something for him before, and it's never been good. He hasn't forgotten-or forgiven-the 'present' that turned out to be a rotting pumpkin to the face. He'd been lucky all he'd gotten was a broken nose. And the nickname of Ichabod, but that hadn't lasted.

Well, he may as well get it over with. He climbs up the old tree and leans over to knock on her window. After a minute, she flings the drapes open and lets him in. No pumpkin so far. That's good.

"I'm assuming you're deprived."

Of some things, yes. It depends on what she's asking about.

"Um…"

"My mum hasn't made these for years, but I guilted her into it. Since we had to move all the way over here." She rolls her eyes. "Georgia, I ask you…anyway, this is for you. Trick or treat, love."

It's a caramel apple. Rather, it's a chocolate-caramel apple. He's forcibly reminded that he didn't get dinner tonight. He could kiss her for this, he really could. He won't, but still.

"Thank you, Kitty."

"Eat that, you're a twig. I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?"

She looks away.

"Timeofthemonth." she says quickly. What…oh. Yeah. Okay. That's…nice.

"Ah."

"I mean it. Mum's been talking about kidnapping you and stuffing cheesecake down your throat. I think she's serious."

He's not surprised. Every time he sees her, Mrs. Richardson fusses over him and shoves food at him.

How is he supposed to eat it? He's never had one. There has to be a trick to it…

He ends up just biting into it. Selfishly, he's glad he's Kitty's only friend. Now he doesn't have to share the apple. Trick or treat, indeed.

THE END