Oneshot: Haunted Mansion Mischief

Rating: K+ (for mild to moderate language)

Genre: Romance; Comedy; General.

Pairings: Buttercup x Butch; Brick x Blossom

Summary: Halloween night has always been a night of mischief, but what sort of trouble will these two pairings get into when they get brave and visit a mysterious castle from the Renaissance that just doesn't belong in Townsville? Who'll be the first to get scared?

"Butch, stop bothering me!" the green Puff snapped from the computer chair, swatting away at her counterpart hovering close by. "For Christ's sake, we're sixteen years old. Can you be more mature please?"

"Can you lighten up a little please?" Butch replied with a taunting voice, leaning in a little to whisper, "Come on, Butterbabe, stop being such a prissy good girl and come with me tonight."

"I told you I was not going to some ridiculous haunted house!"

He smirked at her determination, only adding to her irritation all the more. "Chicken-shit, I knew you weren't as brave as you wanted to believe, or you would come along without a problem."

With a huff of irritation, BC whirled around in her chair, staring up at the teen with dark and fuming eyes. "Hello, have you never been out on Halloween? Teenagers get stupid, and frankly I don't want to be out when they do something reckless. I don't need to hear more shit from Blossom when I didn't even do anything wrong."

"What was this about doing something wrong?" her leader said from the entrance of the living room, suddenly looking parental and full of authority as she jumped into the conversation. "What were you planning to do, Buttercup?"

Her palm smacked square to her forehead with frustration, and she shoved her counterpart back as he leaned in further to egg her on more. "I didn't do shit. Butch is being a pain in the ass and wants me to come to some stupid ass haunted house outside of the city limits of Townsville. A test of strength or some shit like that. I just want to stay in this Halloween, and rewatch the season finale of Supernatural on TiVo. But someone doesn't seem to comprehend this."

Brick, now at his girlfriend's side on the leather couch, only chuckled with amusement as he nosily added, "Sounds like a fun time. Why don't we all go?"

"No one asked for your two-cents, Ruff." Her green eyes returned to her leader. "Blossom, tell this fool that if he doesn't zip his trap, I'm no longer responsible for any bodily injuries he may suddenly gain from being too close to me."

Much to the Puff's dismay, her leader remained silent. "Actually, BC . . . it does kind of sound interest." Her eyes darted between her sister and smirking boyfriend. "If Brick's willing to go, I'd go to."

The betrayal . . . what a stab in the back, Blossom. "I could kill you right now."

"You asked for my help, and I gave my vote on it." She zeroed in on Butch, now smiling triumphantly. "Though, I would listen to her on the bodily injury statement . . . I'll not help you with that one. And don't expect me to drive you to the hospital."

As if suddenly realizing the danger of being so close to his, what was normally best friend, he stepped back a few feet, not daring to venture closer again.

"Come on, BC," he finally said with a puppy pout. "It'll be fun. I need my favorite girl there to laugh at the idiocy of this rumor. Please?"

Reluctance was all too apparent on her features, as well as a waning strength to hold to her convictions. "Butch, I swear, if I go and you do something stupid or I have to kick some dumbass punk teens' asses for trying some shit, I'm going to kill you when we get back to the house."

He nodded in absolute approval. "Understood."

"And I expect fifty bucks for this shit. And you're paying for the Mickey-D's when we're done with it."

"Not a problem!" Butch agreed quickly, smiling at her. "So you'll come?"

" . . . Yeah."

For a moment, BC couldn't help wondering if maybe she had just accepted his invitation to a haunted house . . . or a proposal, for he suddenly scooped her up, embracing her as they twirled. Her green eyes darted to the Reds watching curiously from the couch.

"I did just agree to the haunted house right? Not to marry him or something?"

"I . . . I think so?" Blossom stared between Brick and his brother. "At least I hope so."

Focusing now on her friend, who grinned with excitement (and what looked like a mischievous glimmer in his eye) she couldn't help smiling at his enthusiasm. At least it would be, well, an eventful night to say the least.

"Brick, how much fuckin' further til we get to this damn haunted house?"

The Ruff driving ignored her bitter tone a moment, his fingers intertwining with his girlfriend's in the passenger's seat. "We're almost to the address Butch gave me if that's what you mean. But this is hardly outside Townsville city limits."

"What!" the mentioned teen said suddenly, pleading his innocence with his tone. "That's what Jimmy from football gave me. I didn't pick the damn location."

"Yeah well, if there's anything here, it's probably a cottage, it's all forest and empty space he-Or . . . an abandoned fortress? The fuck is an abandoned fortress doing in Townsville?"

Blossom stared excitedly out the window, watching as they pulled up to the estate. "It's stunning! Brick, look at the architecture, it's a medieval style. Very Renaissance influenced. Oh gosh, what it must have been like to have lived in this."

The doors all slammed shut, echoing through the empty premises. "Okay," the Puff said as she stared at the building. "I'm not that good with history, but did the United States even exist when the Renaissance was going on?"

Brick snorted at the almost idiotic question, his arm wrapping around his awed into silence girlfriend. "'Course not, happened centuries before. Which begs the question, what the fuck is a medieval castle doing in the middle of Townsville?"

"Maybe someone was heavily impressed with the culture and built their home to mirror the era?"

BC stared up at the at least three story high building, watching crows fly around it, looking almost eerie with the full moon in the background. "Mmm, sounds like some creep with a fetish to me."

A snicker sounded beside her, and Butch was suddenly at her side with a paper in his hand. "So according to Jimmy and the guys, when they came, they heard a bell, then some sort of music playing. He thinks it's classical, but apparently Brad is convinced its Irish . . . is Irish a form of music?"

"Irish music is not quite the same as classical, but it could be constituted in some ways as a form of music. Genre is more what classical would be, whereas Irish is the culture the music originates from."

Considering her sister's words a moment, Buttercup listened intently for any sound other then these four, hearing not a peep. "Well . . . this is some haunted house."

"Give it a minute," Butch objected defensively, silencing her with a hand up. "The guys came back the next night batshit crazy and looking like they'd seen freaking Satan or something. So it's legit. Maybe we need a trigger or somethin'."

The Puff crossed her arms in a huff of irritation, staring at the building and her friend. "What, like go inside?"

His eyes lit up with excitement, and he nodded. "That's a brilliant idea, BC, as always."

"Brilliant?" She scoffed with disgust. "That shit looks like it's ready to come down on us? Do I look like I wanna die? I'd rather it happen after I lose my virginity, thank you very much."

The sudden subject startled both Ruffs, and Butch boldly voiced the question, "You're still a virgin?"

Buttercup had never felt more exposed then in that moment. "Duh, aren't you?"

As if all topic of their project at hand had suddenly been forgotten, Blossom whistled, startling all but Brick. "Are we going to get back to the haunted house or what? It's Halloween, you and BC's sex lives can be discussed at a later date."

"Right," the greens harmonized, blushing as they refocused on their location. "So let's go in, guys. Before BC chicken's out and wants to leave."

"I'm not going to chicken out, you will."

"Yeah right, prove it then . . . be the first to go inside."

For the first time in her life, BC's body betrayed her. Her normally sturdy and strong basketball player legs started to tremble in her jeans, and that normally confident voice cracked briefly as she said, "F-Fine, I will."

The Reds and Butch watched with disbelief as she stepped cautiously toward the house, trailing hesitantly behind her the entire way. "Are you going inside or what?"

"I'm going!" she snapped, swatting away at her counterpart as he leaned back from whispering. She gulped. "Here I go . . ."

With guarded footsteps, she inched closer and closer to the entrance, the door long since fallen and crumbled. Eventually, her bulky black sneaker reached the threshold, and with a hesitant step, crossed it.

As if on cue, a loud, obnoxious church bell began to ring from nowhere, bringing about screamed from both girls (who sought protection in their counterparts).

"What the fuck was that?" Butch inquired, his eyes darting around the grounds for any sign of its source.

"It's coming from the roof," Brick eventually stated, his eyes focused on the top of the massive structure. "This must be a church or something, not a home."

BC felt her counterpart's gaze suddenly on her, who continued to hide herself in his warm grip. "Look who got scared."

She smacked her fist against his chest. "Fuck you, you screamed too, chicken-shit."

"Did not," he teased, taking her hand and breaking the embrace. "Let's go inside, I'll go first."

Buttercup could only nod, taking Blossom's hand too and creating a chain of superteens that ventured nervously inside. The rooms were dark, moonlight offering little assistance (despite the numerous holes in the foundation) as they started to explore. It was only as their night vision started to adjust to the utter darkness and obscurity of the now displaced dust and debris that they could have a better view of what was around them . . . broken rocks and empty space.

"This is stupid, there's nothing here but rocks and shit. This is supposed to be scary?"

Ignoring the rantings of a PMS'ing Puff, Blossom turned to her boyfriend, muttering, "Am I the only one that is still focused on the fact that the bell rang not too long ago? If it's an older bell, wouldn't that mean that someone needs to be there to ring it?"

"What?!" BC questioned quickly, turning around so fast she ran smack into her sister, knocking head. "Shit, that hurt."

"Wait, so someone is here too?" Butch said in her stead, eyes scanning the hallway remnants like a protective bodyguard. "Someone like who? No one really knows this place exists anymore."

"Do I look like a mind reader? Bubbles is the one with empathy, that's the closest any of us have to mind reading."

"Wonderful . . . Come on, let's keep going-" but Butch stopped short.

"What is it?"

His green eyes stared around a moment, head cocked to the side as he listened for something unregistered to her yet. "Do you hear music?"

All listened at the steadily increasing sound of what almost sounded like Debussy, later to be added with something that was only assumed to be female vocals. "Someone's singing . . ."

"Ah shit," BC muttered way under her breath, clinging to Butch's sleeve. "Who the hell is singing?"

"Am I a fuckin' ghost hunter? No." They inched forward, freezing at the sound of heels clicking on the stone. "What was that?!"

The footsteps continued their approach, before suddenly fading into the nothingness . . . Then suddenly everything exploded around them. The bells chimed again, ringing at a volume that seemed inhumanly possible, while crows cried in protest, flapping all around them. The moonlight blared through the cracks, giving the area an ominous glow and revealed a shadows in their midst. A white silhouette made its approach to them, coming fast and furiously, screaming as its long white hair blew erratically in the wind that had appeared out of nowhere.

Now all, Brick and Butch included, screamed with the being before them, running in the direction not the ghost's own, with voices becoming one harmonious shrill as they bolted for the nearest exit and drove out of sight.

For a moment, the ghost stared on at the teens through a large gap in the structure, utterly stunned at how easily spooked they were. Then the giggles started.

"Oh my gosh, that was perfect," she said, gripping at the silver locks, pulling them loose from her true hair. "Boomer come out, it went flawlessly!"

The Ruff called jumped down from the rooftop, landing on the soft grass with little to no effort, and crawled in through an available space. "I told you it would babe," he remarked as he plated a soft kiss on her painted white face. "Boys, come on out, we done good tonight."

Suddenly the whole building was alive with a dozen or so boys, and flashlights waved aimlessly as they started to make themselves known. The entire Townsville High ice hockey team was present, with a few of her gal-friends from the technical group.

Jimmy and his hockey playing little brother were the first to approach the Ruff, a smirk chiseled permanently onto their face. "Did I not tell you this would be the most amazing prank in the history of Halloween?"

"You certainly did, my friend," he praised, his arm encircling his still dressed up girlfriend. "Bubbles, did you make sure they had plenty of cameras to record that?"

She nodded, her head never leaving his chest. "I sure did. My girls know how to work a mean camera, and they got every precious moment from the second they drove up to their departure off the grounds.

Boomer could only grin at his brilliant girlfriend, kissing her fervently. "You are too amazing." An Eskimo kiss later, he called out, "Let's wrap it up guys, pizza at my house to celebrate!"

The group of teens cheered exuberantly, slowly trickling out and to their cars concealed expertly in the thick trees.

"Can we have that video edited and copied onto DVDs by Monday?" Bubbles asked of her friends on their departure, grinning almost evilly at their nodding of confirmation. "I wanna see how they like it when they see this being sold everywhere Monday at school. Serves them right for scaring me half to death every year for god knows how long."

Boomer laughed as she settled herself in the passenger's seat, and he leaned in for yet another passionate kiss. "Did I ever tell you that evil and mischievous side of you is incredibly sexy?"

"No, but you can again," she teased, now reverted entirely back to her bubbly and energetic self. With a content sigh as they made their way to the Rowdyruff residence, she could only smile and state, "Best . . . Halloween . . . Ever."