"S-So where are we going?" Tweek asked, trying to keep up with Parker as they ran down the street.
"Your house!" Parker said, panicking. Was that a flash of white just now? "My house is empty and unsafe!"
The two ran fast, whizzing past little kids out for trick-or-treating. Every few seconds the phone in Parker's stocking would flare up with static, growing loud enough to even frighten Tweek beyond usual. He demanded an explanation, which Parker reluctantly gave him while they looked for the blonde mummy's house. The pink-haired candy addict told him everything, feeling somehow better yet much worse getting all his secrets off his chest. Tweek shouted that his house was just up ahead, and the two raced up to the front porch. When they looked up at the house, Tweek nearly had a breakdown: his home was engulfed in flames! He screamed and banged on the door, only to be pushed out of the way by Parker when a burning piece of roof came down and smashed against the ground. The stitched boy told the caffeine addict they had to get away before it's too late, and they took off before anything else could fall on them. In a thoughtless panic, they ran down toward Stark's Pond, bent on staying safe.
An evil grin glinted in the light of the fire as a set of eyes watched them run. "You can't run forever…"
Tweek sat on the ground with his knees pulled up to his chest. He hugged them tight and rocked on his bottom, seemingly trying to convince himself that he'd been hallucinating about the fire. Parker, on the other hand, was pacing back and forth in front of the nervous-wreck, trying to come up with a plan to make everything okay again. It was obvious this was no prank-gone-wrong; this was deliberate arson, or some serious mind-fuckery. Maybe they were both passed out back at school and sharing some horrific nightmare? Oh, how Parker wished that were the case. He turned back to the blonde on the ground and sighed, and looked up toward the sky: pitch-black except for the moonlight and stars. Any other time, this would have a lovely night, but not tonight.
"Fuck…FUCK!" Parker angrily kicked a rock into the water, watching it splash and make the water's surface ripple. "WHO WOULD DO THIS!"
Tweek was on the verge of tears, shaking with his forehead held up on his knees. "M-My parents…They're d-d-dead…"
In a flash the candy addict had his phone out and up to his ear, calling the blonde's parents. 'Please, please, please…' His call was answered and he smiled, but when he heard agonizing, tortured screams blaring in his ear, his eyes went wide and he started tearing up. The phone slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground, and when he looked up he saw Tweek holding back screams of his own. Parker looked back toward town and scowled; he had a pretty good idea of who was behind all this. He just hoped he was wrong. He sat in front of the mummy on his knees and petted his hair, joking that when all of this was over he'd use at least three bottles of conditioner on his head, and hugged him close in an attempt to calm him down. It seemed to work a little, but he could tell the other boy was still freaking out bad. How could anyone do this to a couple of kids?
"Oh, quite easily…"
Hang on, was that Tweek? Parker looked down and saw the blonde was crying too hard to say anything, let alone so calmly and stutter-free. A chill ran down the stitched boy's back as he glanced back toward the trees; he could have sworn he'd seen the outline of a person hiding in the shadows. He could hear his phone still on call, the screams slowly being replaced by another rush of static. 'This can't be good,' he thought, staring down the shadow with a mix between anger and fear.
Under the moonlight, he saw a bright grin stand out from the darkness and heard eerie soft laughter echo through his head. His eyes darted down to Tweek again; how could he not hear this? Something within the pink-haired boy told him to fight, so he rose up and told Tweek to stay there. Taking a deep breath, he trudged forward to the trees, and toward the sadistic grinning bastard who was doing all of this. Behind him he could hear the blonde crying for him not to go; it broke his heart and as much as he wanted to turn back and forget about their tormentor, he had to face this head-on…otherwise, they could wind up dead by the end of the night.
"Alright!" Parker passed through the trees, whipping his head all around to look for their attacker. "Where are you?" A twig snapped to his left, but when he looked there was nobody there. Evil chuckling echoed all around him, making his heartbeat speed up. He was about to die, he just knew it. "QUIT HIDING AND SHOW YOURSELF, COWARD!"
The laughter stopped instantly. Parker felt his skin grow cold despite the warm weather. Goose bumps formed on his arms and his hair felt like it was standing on end. He looked around fearfully, feigning bravery, and caught a glimpse of white. Without thinking, he launched himself at it, shouting. Unfortunately for him, it vanished on the spot, and he found himself landing hard on the ground. More laughter surrounded him as he pulled himself up to his feet, seemingly growing louder as if the person behind the voice was getting closer. Parker held back the urge to scream long enough to run back toward the break in the trees where he came from. Just as he was about to run out, a hand clamped over his mouth and another grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him back hard. Darkness surrounded the candy addict for a moment before he regained his sight and looked around: the trees looked bigger, darker…frightening, even. All the leaves had fallen to the ground, dry and dead, and fallen branches were rotting everywhere. Fog had settled around the area. The worst part, Parker thought, was the fact it was completely silent, like a television set on mute.
'Oh no…'
"Let the fun begin~"
Tentacle-like appendages shot up from the ground and wrapped painfully tight around Parker's ankle, making him scream. He struggled to free himself and, looking around and thinking on his feet, he grabbed the nearest rock and smashed it against the thing around his foot. It recoiled with a mouse-like squeak and Parker sprang to his feet and ran like hell. He flew fast as lightning over the leaves, jumped over rotting branches, and never looked back. As he ran, more tentacles sprouted from the dead foliage, waving wildly and trying to wrap themselves around his body. The sinister laughter started up again, growing louder with every step the scared boy took; soon it became deafening, and Parker had no choice but to cover his ears in hopes of blocking out the horrible sound. He ducked behind a tree to catch his breath, begging himself to wake up from this horrible nightmare. He even resorted to hitting himself in the stomach, biting his fingers, and pulling the wig off and pulling his own hair. Nothing happened; he was stuck here with that ever-growing laughter.
"Aw, what's wrong? Don't you want to stay and play?" Parker put his wig back on and darted from the tree with a scream. "Why are you running, Parker…?"
The pink-haired boy looked over his shoulder to see darkness washing over the land; everything was disappearing! How could this be happening? A rock tripped him up and before he knew it, he was sprawled out on the dirty ground, panic-stricken. When he looked up, a tall pale figure stood before him, dressed in darkest suit and tie. A malicious grin was plastered on his face as a single tentacle came around from his back and wrapped itself tight around Parker's throat. The pale being laughed while the candy addict's face lost its color, and just as the darkness swallowed them up, Parker could have sworn he saw a mop of blonde watching from behind a tree.
"K-Ken…ny…!"