Author's Note: Well, this is certainly last minute, but there's definitely no rule saying that you can't put out the second part of your "Halloween Special" fan fiction on Halloween night itself. This one is longer than the first part, and a lot more wild too, so I hope you stuck around to actually read it! Enjoy.
The sunset had come and gone. In its wake had come the blackness of night. The wind had become even colder than it had been during the day, and soon the nocturnal animals would be out to scamper about and hunt for their meals. They weren't like humans, who could order prepared food to be delivered to them if they could afford it. Nor were they like the young man who was riding on a delivery scooter down a dirt road. He had a different breed of night planned, which he was discussing with another over his mobile phone, which he had pressed between his raised shoulder and the right side of his face.
"Look, I'm sure it'll all work out, babe. You'll know when I'm there." the guy on the scooter said.
"Fine, but you owe me for this, Wendell." a young woman on the other end spoke back. "I'm all dolled up and waiting for you to get here, and it's cold and gross. Plus, I had to move all that d…"
"Look, Trudy, I've got this all figured out. After I do this whole pizza boy thing, the only thing I'll have to do is…you." Wendell said in a bad attempt at flirting.
The girl, Trudy, simply groaned loudly in response.
"That's the spirit. See you soon." Wendell said.
He ended the call. After a few more minutes of driving, Wendell arrived at the front of the rental cabin. After parking safely, he got up from his seat and picked up the three boxes of pizza that he had been storing in a large compartment on the back of the scooter. He carried them up to the front door and rang the doorbell.
"Be friendly…gotta be friendly to get the goods…" Wendell whispered to himself.
After a few seconds, the door to the cabin was cracked open, revealing Daphne. Wendell put on a big smile. The light coming out from inside the house revealed that Wendell was a Chinese American in his mid teens, with short, bristly black hair and a pierced right ear. He was wearing a heavy coat over rather unremarkable, seasonally appropriate clothing.
"Hey. I've got three large pies here." he said.
"Oh great. Right on time." Daphne said as she pulled the door wide open. "Could you come in and set them down on the table?"
"Sure." Wendell answered.
"Perfect." Daphne said before turning her head back. "It's here!"
Wendell walked into the cabin, following Daphne. Fred, Velma, Shaggy and Scooby were all sitting near the television, where they were trying to pick out a movie to watch.
"Sorry, Velma, but there's, like, no way Scoob and I could sit through that one." Shaggy pouted.
"Come on, you two. Camp Bloodbath is a classic." Velma sighed.
Scooby and Shaggy both shuddered.
"Roo ruch ruts and rore. Ro ray." Scooby asserted.
"Well what do you want to watch then?" Fred asked as he kept scrolling through titles on the screen.
The duo looked at each other and shrugged at their friends in response. Velma rubbed her brow in light annoyance and Fred softly chuckled. Daphne then walked over with Wendell, who had set the three pizza boxes down on the table.
"Shaggy, do you still have that coupon?" Daphne asked, resting her arms on the back of the couch.
"Yup. I've got it right here." Shaggy answered, getting up from the couch.
Shaggy reached into his left pocket as he turned around. He pulled it out and handed it to Wendell, who looked at it closely.
"Just a day short of its expiration date. Lucky you. Oh hey, I remember giving this to that Dutch family that was staying here." Wendell told them. "I guess Gerda figured she could leave it."
"Umm…who's Gerda? You don't mean Lotte do you?" Fred questioned.
"Of course not. Gerda's the daughter. Wait…how do you know her mom?" Wendell asked.
"We bumped into the de Goedes on their way out, when we first got here earlier today." Velma explained.
"Really? And Gerda wasn't with them? That's…strange." Wendell said.
"It was just the two of them, man." Shaggy said.
"Reah." Scooby nodded.
Fred clicked off the television and set the remote down. He got up and looked at Wendell.
"Could you tell us what this 'Gerda' looks like?" Fred requested.
"Uhhh…I'll show you instead. Y'see, I actually have a pic of her." Wendell told them.
He took his phone out from his pocket and the group all gathered around Wendell to see. He clicked on the photos icon on his screen and pressed on it, which caused it to show his most recent picture. The picture showed Govert and Lotte sitting at a table in a restaurant, presumably the pizzeria Wendell worked for. Both of them had a paper plate in front of them with a slice of pizza on it. A younger woman who was around Wendell's age was hugging them from behind their seats and winking at the camera. She was white, with hair and eyes that were both a similar shade of brown as Govert and Lotte's, save for the graying of their own hair.
"So that's her? Why do you have this photo?" Daphne asked.
"Gerda asked me to take it for her on her phone. We exchanged numbers and she sent it to me later to show me that it came out okay. She's very friendly." Wendell illustrated.
"Rounds rike." Scooby commented.
Wendell did a double take and then looked at Scooby.
"You're a dog." Wendell stated. "How can you talk?"
"Reats re. Ruuuhhh…Rarticle rexcellerator…rexperimental rerum…raybe. Rot rure ryself." Scooby said.
"We shouldn't get sidetracked." Fred said.
"Fred's right." Daphne agreed. "We have to figure out what happened to this girl."
"You mean it isn't obvious to you?" Velma scoffed. "Her parents killed her. Simple as that."
Fred, Daphne, Scooby and Shaggy all let out loud gasps.
"Do you really think that's true?" Wendell asked.
"Jeepers! They seemed so nice though. Why would they do something so evil? Why here?" Daphne pondered.
"Well, you never know what people are capable of. Not for sure…until it's too late." Wendell stated.
Velma hid her reaction to that by placing her hand over her mouth. Fred hugged her.
"No way! It can't be!" Shaggy then shrieked. "W…w…we would've seen signs of that!"
"Raggy's right!" Scooby yelped.
Fred looked at everyone with a grim expression on his face.
"Freddie, I don't like that look." Daphne whimpered.
"I…I need to tell you all something." Fred struggled to speak. "Earlier today, I saw a big hole covered in dirt, behind the house. Govert told me that someone had come by to do yard work for the owners, but…"
"Ruh-roh." Scooby murmured.
Shaggy fell to his knees. He appeared to be utterly horrified.
"It could be her. It could be Gerda." Shaggy whispered. "…oh…oh my gosh…it could be her…her…"
"No, Shaggy, don't call it her grave." Velma said, pulling away from Fred's hug. "We shouldn't call it Gerda's anything. Not until we check."
"You're right, Velma. We have to know for sure. She could've ran away or something." Daphne said.
Everyone there exchanged nervous glances with one another. They then walked over to the back door.
"Wait!" Velma shouted before anyone could open it.
"What is it, Velma?" Fred asked.
"We won't be able to see anything in the dark." Velma reminded everyone.
"Oh yeah. We better get a lantern or something." Daphne said.
"Good thinking." Wendell approved. "We don't want to miss anything out there. For better...or for worse."
Shaggy and Scooby both audibly gulped at that.
"I have a flashlight in my bag. Just let me go get it for you, Fred." Velma said.
Velma dashed off to the room she and Daphne had chosen earlier that day and closed the door behind her.
"Zoinks! Like, I'm freakin' out, Scoob!" Shaggy loudly exclaimed.
"Rame rith re, Raggy!" Scooby cried, also quite loudly.
The two clutched onto each other, trembling.
"Don't worry, guys! We'll get to the bottom of this! I promise!" Fred declared, practically at the top of his lungs.
"Are they always this thunderous?" Wendell asked Daphne.
"What do you mean?" Daphne asked, forming a half smile. "I think we're all talking at perfectly reasonable volumes."
Wendell raised an eyebrow in confusion, unsure of what Daphne could've been implying. He quickly forgot about it though when Velma emerged from the bedroom with a flashlight in her grasp.
"I've got the flashlight, everybody, but are you all sure you want to do this?" Velma asked. "I mean, I may have just jumped to the whole 'murdered their daughter' conclusion prematurely."
"I'm sorry, Velma, but now that the idea's in our heads, we gotta know for sure." Fred responded.
"He's right. I'm really worried about Gerda now. I have a feeling in my gut that something nightmarish has happened whether she's in that hole or not." Wendell spoke up.
"Maybe one of us should stay behind." Daphne suggested.
"I could…" Shaggy began to say.
"No one is staying inside." Fred cut him off, decrying Daphne's idea.
"What are you getting at Fred?" Velma asked him.
"Um...we should actually head out there." Wendell attempted to interject. "I mean…"
Everyone else either didn't notice or didn't care about what Wendell had to say at the moment.
"What I'm getting at is that now isn't a time to split up the gang. We should all do this together." Fred answered Velma.
Shaggy and Scooby both sighed and then straightened up.
"You're right, Freddie. Let's get this over with." Shaggy said.
Fred, Daphne, and Velma all looked at each other with looks of surprise on their faces.
"Wait...that's really all it took to convince you two?" Velma asked.
"Rup. Ret's ro." Scooby answered with a nod of his head.
"Wow." Daphne said. "We don't even have to bribe you with Scooby Snacks?"
"Daphne, we already ate them all on the way here." Shaggy smirked.
"Okay then, it's settled. We better get on out there." Fred said.
"Finally." Wendell softly muttered.
Fred then opened up the door, but not in the casual way he had earlier that day. This time was different. Everyone seemed very tense as Velma handed Fred the flashlight. The six stepped out from the well lit interior of the cabin and into the dark, cold, foreboding outside world and Fred turned on the flashlight so they could see what was in front of them as they walked. A strained groan-like noise could be heard in the distance.
"Does anyone see any animals around?" Fred asked, moving the flashlight around.
"I don't think it is. This is getting really scary." Wendell said.
Scooby, Shaggy, Velma, Daphne, and Wendell all silently followed as Fred led them to a particular spot, the one he had described to them all. Except it didn't look like how it was described. The hole in the ground was no longer filled with dirt, and they could now see inside of it. It was a fairly shallow hole, but was nevertheless deep enough and wide enough to fit a grown human body. The dirt that had filled the hole was now scattered around in the distance and a rusty shovel could be seen laying on top of one of the larger clumps of dirt.
"I...I don't understand." Daphne said. "You said that the hole was filled, Fred. Who could've done this?"
"Who...or what?!" screamed Wendell, who pointed in the distance.
Everyone looked ahead to see what Wendell had pointed at. It was a shambling figure in the shadows. It was a young woman in a tattered dress, covered in dirt. She made the same groans that the group had heard just moments before.
"G...G...Gerda…?" Shaggy stammered. "Is...is...that...y...y...you?"
Fred pointed the flashlight up slightly, revealing the disturbing sight of the figure's face. She looked exactly like the girl from the photo they had all seen on Wendell's phone, except now her face had several scrape and bruises, that were dripping with what looked to be blood.
"Gerda!" they all gasped.
"Dieee, huuumaaans! Dieee!" she roared.
"Re rotta run!" Scooby screeched.
The figure then sprung forward at them and Wendell let out an exaggerated, blood curdling shriek. Then something peculiar happened; None of them ran away, leaving the young woman just standing there. Velma started to slowly clap. She, Daphne, Fred, Shaggy and Scooby all smiled at the young woman and Wendell, who just stared at each other.
"Ummm….Dieee! Rawr!" the young woman went again, this time sounding more awkward and significantly less monstrous.
She grabbed onto Wendell's arm.
"Oh no! Gerda's a zombie! Aaahhh!" Wendell unconvincingly called out. "Run away…?"
The group known as Mystery, Inc. all began to laugh lightheartedly.
"Good performances, you two." Fred chuckled.
"Just, like, not as good as ours!" Shaggy guffawed as he casually scratched Scooby behind the ear. "You did super, Scooby!"
"Scooby Dooby Doo!" Scooby hollered.
"Huh?! Um...I…" Wendell tried to say.
"Wendell…I think we've been caught." the young woman said, dropping her scary voice completely.
"But Trudy, I...um...I mean Gerda...I thought you were killed!" Wendell shouted, desperately trying to keep his scheme going.
The gang laughed once again.
"She's right. The gig is up, kid. We know what's really going on here." Daphne confirmed, crossing her arms confidently.
Trudy wiped the fake blood off of her face, which also smudged up some of the makeup that had been used to make it seem like she had been roughed up. She threw up her arms.
"Just stop it, Wendell!" Trudy demanded. "The prank didn't work! They must've been leading you on just to catch us in the act!"
"You're absolutely correct, Trudy. Now come along." Velma told the two.
Wendell and Trudy looked at each other and hung their heads in embarrassment as they were brought back inside of the cabin by the team. Shaggy and Scooby went straight to the table and began scarfing down slices of pizza.
"Rextra rushrooms! Rhey remembered!" Scooby cheered.
"Leave some for us." Daphne requested.
"We just have to wrap things up first." Fred said.
Wendell and Trudy slumped down on the couch, with Fred, Velma, and Daphne standing in front of the television.
"Explain yourselves, you two. Right now." Velma demanded.
Trudy shot an angry glare at Wendell, who nervously smiled at her before sighing and looking down at his feet.
"I just wanted to do something exciting. Surely you've heard of 'small town boredom' before. Halloween season seemed like a good time to try and spook some folks for a laugh." Wendell explained.
"Typical." Fred said.
"Before you get mad, you should know that we were totally going to let you know it was all a joke afterwards." Trudy said, biting her lip. "…and I only do this because he's my boyfriend and the post-prank sex is always the best, okay?!"
Wendell blushed intensely, now even more embarrassed than he already was. For what it was worth, none of the gang laughed at that, and instead just blinked in silence for a few seconds. This provided Wendell with the chance to be the one asking the questions.
"How did you realize I was just yanking your chains?" Wendell asked.
Shaggy and Scooby, having already eaten enough pizza for the moment, dashed over to join their friends. They didn't want to miss this part.
"Well, we tend to do pretty well with noticing tiny details that others would usually miss." Fred smiled, motioning to Daphne.
"One mistake you made was telling us that 'Gerda' was Lotte and Govert's daughter. You probably didn't realize that the two aren't a couple." Daphne stated.
"They aren't. They have the same last name though." a surprised Trudy commented.
"Yeah! Explain that!" Wendell snapped.
"Oh, I'd be happy to. You could stand to be more polite about it though." Daphne giggled. "You see, when we met the de Goedes earlier today, they spoke to each other in Dutch. Not many people know this about me, but I actually took a Dutch language class when I was in middle school. I'm not fluent, but I remembered just enough to realize that Govert called Lotte 'sister'. So unless it turned out that the two were incestuous…"
"…then you would have no reason to think they would even have a daughter." Trudy finished.
"Damn it! I just assumed they were a married couple! I should've paid closer attention!" Wendell berated himself.
"That's not the only mistake you made." Fred told them. "I helped Govert put the last of their luggage in their car before they left and they didn't have a shovel. I couldn't find one anywhere around the cabin either. So when I saw the shovel outside, it was obvious to me that someone had to have brought it here to get that dirt out of the hole."
"That was me. I dug it up as quietly as I could after the sun went down and then waited for Wendell to get you all outside. Sure, I was never in the hole at all, but we needed it to be there to sell the idea of 'Gerda' rising from the dead. I'm the one who made it in the first place, to set up the prank. I lied to the de Goedes and told them I was working on the yard for the owner." Trudy admitted, actually seeming kind of glad to be coming clean about it all.
"Then you convinced them to go to the pizza place before their trip was over!" Shaggy spoke up.
"What? That's…true. How did you figure that out?" Wendell questioned.
"Yeah, how did you know that, Shaggy?" Velma asked.
"Like, it's obvious, man." Shaggy grinned. "Only Govert and Lotte were having pizza in that photo. Here's how I think it went down; Trudy here recommended it to them. Then when they actually came, Wendell shot Trudy a text and she rushed over. Trudy pretended to be surprised and hugged them. That's when Wendell took the picture. As for the coupon, Trudy either planted it in the cabin, or Wendell gave it to them. Like, is that about right?"
Everyone stared at Shaggy, looking quite surprised.
"That's…actually exactly what happened." Trudy confirmed.
"I'm honestly kind of surprised you put that together. I assumed you were nothing but a cowardly buffoon." Wendell professed.
"Well, I think it's safe to say that you were dead wrong." Fred said.
"Rike a rombie rirlfriend." Scooby snickered.
"All that said, we knew it was a prank from the very start, without having to look for any clues at all." Velma then revealed.
"How is that possible?" Wendell asked.
Daphne, Shaggy, Scooby, and Fred all smiled and looked at Velma.
"Do you remember earlier when I went to get the flashlight? Well, that wasn't all I was doing. I was returning a call from earlier that day. A call from someone you know who knows all about your pranks." Velma answered.
Wendell's face went pale.
"Oh no…" he whispered.
The blaring honk of a car's horn could then be heard from outside. Suddenly, it all became clear to him; They knew that he had been coming before he even rang the doorbell, and he had fallen into a trap. All that loud talking earlier had been to cover up the sound of Velma making the phone call, so he wouldn't realize what they were setting him up for until it was too late. Velma walked over to the front door and opened it up, revealing a man walking up towards the cabin from a cat that both Wendell and Trudy recognized.
"Is that who I think it is?" Trudy asked.
"You better believe it." Daphne said.
The man then reached the doorway and came inside, coming into the light. He was a stocky, bull-necked Chinese American man in his mid fifties. He was wearing a button down flannel shirt, worn out jeans, large boots, and an open coat.
"Hello, Preston. Nice to meet you in person." Velma greeted him as she closed the door shut.
"Thank you for believing me, Ms. Dinkley, and for contacting me back." Preston said.
"Dad?! Oh shit!" Wendell squealed.
"Wow. He looks like you just saw the Space Ape or something." Shaggy noted.
Preston then looked over to see Wendell and Trudy on the couch. He walked over and looked down at Wendell with a stern, disapproving look on his face. The rest of Mystery, Inc. joined Velma off to the side by the door.
"Hello, son." Preston said to him.
Preston then shifted his eyes to Trudy, who gulped awkwardly before forcing a fake smile.
"Um…Hey, Mr. Yao." Trudy managed to get out. "Uhhh…how's it hangin'?"
"Hello, Trudy. I see my boy is still getting you into trouble." Preston growled as he glared over at Wendell again.
The two stood up and Wendell grabbed onto his father's shirt.
"Dad, please don't tell Trudy's parents I put her up to this!" Preston begged.
"Too late. I've already told Mr. and Mrs. Coffin and they sounded very upset." Preston said as he forced Wendell to let go of his shirt. "I can't say I blame them. We raised you better than this. As for you, I think I'm going to talk to your mother about possibly sending you to military school."
The rest of Mystery, Inc. had joined Velma off to the side.
"So Trudy's last name is Coffin. I wouldn't be surprised if that's why they decided to go with the living corpse idea." Fred commented.
"You may be onto something there, Freddie." Daphne said.
"I'm just glad that we can put this whole thing to bed!" Shaggy proclaimed.
Shaggy's mention of bed prompted Daphne and Velma to shoot each other provocative glances. Nobody else paid it any mind. Preston walked up to them, with Wendell and Trudy standing behind him. Both looked very sad, which caused Fred to frown as well in sympathy.
"Mr. Yao, I know this may be out of line, but please don't punish your son too harshly. Everyone makes mistakes." Fred reasoned with him.
Preston simply sighed. He looked down at his son and, for a fleeting moment, recognized how much Wendell looked like himself back when he too was young and stupid.
"Son, since this young man is vouching for you, I'm going to give you one more chance to get your act together. You can stay here in town and be with Trudy, but on one condition; No more of these ludicrous pranks." Preston said.
Wendell and Trudy's eyes lit up.
"Really? You mean it?" Wendell asked hopefully.
"Yes, but you'd better not take advantage of me for this, Wendell." Preston replied. "I'm serious. Pull something like this even one more time and I'll make sure you never have a fun Halloween until I'm dead and buried. As for you, Trudy? I'll tell your parents that the situation wasn't as bad as I initially thought, so you can still see each other…"
"Thank you so much, Mr. Yao!" Trudy beamed.
"…after your respective groundings are both over." Preston finished.
Trudy's smile faded away and Wendell put his hand on his girlfriend's shoulder.
"You probably should've seen that one coming." Velma said.
Preston, Wendell, and Trudy walked out the door to go to Preston's car. Wendell turned his head back to look at the gang watching from the doorway.
"Thanks for not being too mad! I'll pay out of pocket for the pizzas myself!" Wendell shouted to them.
Preston couldn't help but smile at that. Perhaps he had done better with his son than he had realized. He also looked back to say something to the group.
"You have a good rest of the night, kids!" he called out to them.
"Thanks, Mr. Yao! I'm sure we'll enjoy this place just as much as the de Goedes did!" Fred called back.
Preston smiled initially but then his jaw dropped and his eyes widened in horror. He stopped dead in his tracks, much to the surprise of his son, Trudy, and the members of Mystery Inc. The color faded from his face. He looks absolutely terrified by what Fred said, but none of them could tell why. Preston collapsed to his knees on the ground. Wendell, understandably concerned for his father, knelt down and took both of his hands in his. Trudy just watched, not sure what to do.
"Dad? Dad, are you okay?! You're scaring me!" Wendell frantically tried to break .
The gang all ran out from the cabin and over to the Yaos.
"Zoinks! What should we do?!" Shaggy wondered aloud.
"I...I don't know, Shaggy." Velma responded.
"Mr. Yao, was it something I said?" Fred asked, sounding very worried that this was all his fault.
Preston then quickly turned his head to look at Fred directly in the eyes. He sprung up back onto his feet and got up in Fred's face.
"Did you just say 'the de Goedes'?! How do you know about them?! Where did you learn that name?! Tell me!" Preston screamed like his very soul depended on it.
"Mr. Yao, stop! Please stop!" a frightened Trudy loudly pleaded.
Scooby bit down on Preston's coat and pulled him away from Fred, afraid that the man could possibly hurt him in this crazed state. Fred took a deep breath and Daphne stepped between the two, facing Preston.
"Mr. Yao, all we know about the de Goedes is that they're a vacationing Dutch couple who were staying in the cabin before we were. That's it." Daphne informed him. "Now tell us why you're acting like this. Please."
Preston breathed heavily and fell back onto his knees, with Scooby letting go of his coat. Preston broke down sobbing. He then looked at Daphne, then all around at everyone else.
"...the reason I'm acting like this is because...is because…" Preston struggled to reveal, "...is because...years ago...before Wendell was even born...when my parents had first moved our family here...there was a Dutch family living in town. They were immigrants, like my family. They were named the de Goedes and...the poor parents..."
Wendell walked over and hugged his father from behind. Trudy joined shortly after. None of the team knew what to say. Only minutes earlier, Preston Yao had been a very composed man. Now he was a blubbering mess, stricken with fear.
"...the two children...Govert and Lotte...murdered their parents, and then killed themselves. The bodies were found in a ring of blood and candles, with a statue of a twisted figure in the center. It was some kind of evil ritual." Preston finished.
Everyone gasped. Preston stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes on his sleeve.
"Dad, please tell me you're just fucking with me as a way to teach me a lesson. Please, Dad." Wendell begged.
"I'm sorry, son, but I'm speaking the truth. It's true, all of it." Preston said sadly.
"But...but how do I not know about this? I've never heard of this! How is this not a huge story that everyone knows about?! Explain that!" Trudy demanded.
"The parents back then covered everything up. They threw the bodies into the ocean. They sold the statue to a pawn shop. They did everything it took to make it seem like family never even existed. They probably thought that having something so vile associated with the town would lead to its death. I only know about the de Goedes because my mother didn't understand, and brought me to the house for the cleanup. It was the most horrible scene I've ever laid my eyes on." Preston explained. "The other parents forced me to be quiet about it."
Velma stepped forward.
"If you're really telling the truth, then how could those two people we met possibly be Govert and Lotte?" she asked.
"I don't know, Ms. Dinkley. I just don't know. I'm so sorry." Preston lamented.
"Maybe they were just using those names as a morbid joke." Wendell suggested.
"If that was the case, they would've had to have learned about it from your father, or any of the parents from back then who are still alive, which sounds unlikely." Velma shot the idea down.
"Then...then maybe it was them. Mr. Yao said it was for a ritual. Maybe it worked." an unnerved Shaggy suggested.
Everyone fell silent, leaving the eerie whistle of a cold Fall wind as the only sound that could be heard.
Many miles away
Govert and Lotte de Goede's car was parked in front of a suburban home in a neighborhood that was several towns away from where they had been earlier during the day. The door to the house had been hacked to pieces. From inside, the screams of a woman and three young children could be heard, along with the wicked laughter of a man and a woman. After several minutes of the woman and the children continually screaming and begging for mercy, the sound of a shotgun being shot several times could then be heard. The screams ended, but it wasn't because the innocents were no longer afraid for their lives. No, it was because those lives had just come to an abrupt, grizzly end. Two figures then emerged from the doorway. The light from the lit candles from the three classic jack-o-lanterns sitting on the porch was just bright enough to illuminate the two as they walked out, revealing them to be Govert and Lotte, who were both wearing huge, unsettling smiles. In one hand, Govert was holding an axe that was covered in blood, while in the other he held an object wrapped up in a dirtied white cloth. Lotte was holding up the shotgun and had a huge splash of blood on the front of her shirt. The two walked back to their car and got inside, while dropping the shotgun and the axe that they had stolen on their way there onto the lawn. They laughed with villainous glee as they unwrapped the item that they had just acquired from the house; it was a stone statue, an idol of a clawed, fanged humanoid creature with wild pointy hair. On the base of the statue, a single word was engraved into the stone, which was the name of the dark entity that the two siblings had sacrificed themselves and their unwilling parents to so many years ago. The characters were from a dead language long forgotten to time, but they changed before the two's eyes to the corresponding letters of the Latin alphabet, revealing the name of their infernal master; Mephisto.
How's that for a twist ending for ya?
Some Notes:
- The film "Camp Bloodbath" is an in-universe cult horror movie from the film The Final Girls. I watched it earlier this month and thought I'd just throw that in there.
- The "Space Ape" that Shaggy mentioned is from "Space Ape at the Cape", the third episode of What's New, Scooby-Doo?'s first season.
- And, as if you needed me to tell you this, Mephisto is the Marvel villain of the same name.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN