Leftover Alphabet Soup

by Akira43

A series of oneshots written by me Akira43 , Ninja C, and Tassel 630. No chapter connections, no pairings--merely attempts to amuse and entertain ourselves both ourselves and our readers. Continuation of A Collab of Alphabetical Proportions

25. Xenophobia

Leftover Alphabet Soup

A/N: I may have to leave soon, as it's trick-or-treat time in about seven minutes. OH, WELL!

Disclaimer: (me, to Tassel just now) Hey! I feel like James Patterson! We're writing in a serial fashion!

(Tassel) We should use that in a disclaimer.

There you go, Tassel. Unfortunately, I am being the Phantom of the Opera this year for Halloween, and not one of our favorite authors.

X is for: Xenophobia
By Ninja C

Rumor has it that Halloween night is great fun for the kids.

Well, that's probably true, if they're normal, unscarred for life, non-mutant, 100% human, 0% bird, kids.

For my compadres and me, it's more of a subdued affair. No trick-or-treating, no haunted houses, just Fang and Iggy putting on grotesque masks to scare the kids when they're off their guard.

Until this year, that is.

"It'll be great, guys!" Gazzy exuded, using exaggerated hand gestures to illustrate his point.

"In what way is exposing ourselves to the world at large 'great'?" I asked incredulously.

"No," Gazzy insisted, in a tone suggesting I was two years old. "It's Halloween! We can let our wings loose and tell everyone that really smart scientists made them! And we won't even be lying, cause really smart, if evil, scientists did make them!"

There was a rare silence among the group. "Well," Nudge pondered, "if you put it that way…"

"We can be angels!" Angel offered as an idea. Of course.

Fang and I exchanged a glance. He minutely shrugged, telling me I don't really mind; it's your call.

The flock looked to me expectantly. I mulled it over. It didn't really pose any threats, I supposed. It was the night of costumes. No one would really believe we were genetic mutants… would they?

"We can go," I conceded, to cheers and a high-five between Iggy and Gazzy. How he always made it, I never understood.

"Let's go!" Iggy yelled, running for the door.

"Wait – don't we need to get ready?" I asked.

Fang raised his eyebrow. "We don't need costumes or anything, Max," he reminded me. We were going to go as angels. Right.

We walked out the door and looked around at the neighbors milling around for a few minutes. Angel looked at me.

"Max, I don't want to go," she said.

We went back inside to the tune of varied mutterings of "Me neither."

We are such wusses.

A/N: Yay Halloween theme! Tassel's been freaking out the neighbors by speaking completely French. It amuses me.

Akira gets Y is for Yo!