Today is Halloween so I'm writing a Halloween benchtrio fanfic. I hope you enjoy!

(PS- this is set in the US because I'm fairly certain Halloween isn't as big of a holiday in the UK. I've never been to the UK though, so I can't say for sure.)

"This is stupid!" Tommy complained loudly as Ranboo smacked his hand away from the candy bowl.

Ranboo rolled his eyes under his sunglasses. "This candy isn't for you, it's for the trick or treaters!"

"They don't deserve the fucking candy!"

Ranboo ignored him. He set the bowl of candy down next to him on the couch. Settling down, he refocused on the movie. They were watching ParaNorman, which was almost a horror movie but not quite scary enough to be one. Still a Halloween movie though.

Tommy grumbled and obviously crossed his arms, flopping on the couch on the other side of Tubbo, who was too engrossed in making fun of the characters to notice him.

"Dude, that guy just fucking died!" Tubbo cackled, leaning over and wheezing. Ranboo barked out a laugh. Death had never been more amusing. Tommy continued to mutter and occasionally yell complaints.

"Why do a bunch of fucking children get to have candy but I don't? This holiday is stupid, it's stupid, fucking American holidays, it's fucking dumb!" Tommy's bellyaching did not cease.

"Quit bitching and shut up!" Tubbo said as he smacked him.

"OW! Why'd you hit me??"

"We're trying to watch the movie here!"

"Well this movie is DUMB!"

"You're not even watching it!"

CRASH!

Silence.

"...What was that??" Ranboo asked worriedly. "It sounded like glass breaking."

"Something probably just fell." Tubbo replied, getting up. "I'll go check it out."

"Are you FUCKING DUMB??" Tommy shouted, on the edge of panic. "THAT IS HOW PEOPLE DIE IN HORROR MOVIES! You're gonna get yourself killed, shithead!"

"What, are you scared?"

"WHY, YOU-" Before Tommy could finish his sentence, the doorbell rang. He visibly jumped.

Ranboo simply grabbed the candy bowl and opened the door to see a bunch of little kids. "Trick or treat!" They said, and he grabbed a fistful of candy and put some in each of their buckets. Tommy ran to the door like a maniac.

"THAT CANDY IS POISONED!" He told the literal toddlers.

One of them in a Spider-Man costume rolled her eyes. "No it's not." She said.

"Is it?" A kid in a troll costume asked Ranboo.

Ranboo just shrugged. "Who knows?" He closed the door.

"DID YOU JUST TELL A BUNCH OF FIVE YEAR OLDS THAT YOU GAVE THEM POISON??" Tubbo yelled from the couch (at some point he sat back down), "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?? NOW THEY WON'T EAT THE POISON!!"

Tommy chucked, "Tubbo, you know that we didn't actually give them poison, right?"

Tubbo grinned maniacally. "Are you sure about that?"

Tommy chucked again, more unsure this time. "U-Ummm... yes?"

"If you say so."

Whatever Tommy was about to say was interrupted by another CRASH!, this one louder than the previous one. It sounded like it came from upstairs.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Tommy swore, "What is that?"

"It's probably the ghost." Ranboo replied offhandedly, setting the bowl down.

"Oh, fuck off, there's no ghost!" Tommy said angrily.

"Then why don't you go check it out?"

"Wha- no way! You check it out!"

Tubbo grinned, bouncing up and down on the couch and now only half paying attention to the movie playing in the background. "I knew it, you're scared bossman!"

Tommy puffed out his chest and snorted indignantly. "I am NOT." He made a big show of fake confidence.

"Then go see what the noise was." Ranboo said slyly. Tommy didn't realize in that moment that Ranboo and Tubbo knew exactly what they were doing and had been ganging up on him from the start. Or maybe he did and he just didn't care. Being the big man that he was, he huffed and stomped up the staircase.

The stairs creaked under his weight and it was almost pitch black, the only light coming from the tv downstairs. Tommy frowned and pulled out his phone, but it died when Tubbo stole it to play games earlier. "Fuck." He muttered under his breath. He kept walking.

He reached the top of the staircase and headed towards the master bedroom, where it sounded like the noise came from. As he got closer, he noticed strange noises coming from behind the door. There was an eerie whistle, and some sort of scratching sound. He dug his nails into his palms and kept walking.

The house seemed to get smaller and smaller, feeling almost suffocating. A chill went down his spine. Suddenly, he realized he couldn't hear the tv anymore. Was it still on? He couldn't hear Tubbo or Ranboo either.

"Guys?" He called, definitely not nervously. There was no response. He forged on, trembling.

When he finally reached the end of the hallway-it had seemed to go on forever-he slowly reached out and grabbed the cold doorknob. It groaned and he hesitantly turned it.

"I'm a big man, I'm a big man, I'm a big man," he murmured to himself as he opened the door an inch. He let go of the doorknob and the door crept open the rest of the way. On its own.

With wide eyes, he walked into the room, swearing to himself in his head. He held his breath. The room was dark, but he didn't immediately die, so he counted that as a win. Breathing a sigh of relief, he felt around the wall until he found the light switch and flicked it on.

Standing in the middle of the room was a tall figure wearing a mask and draped in black robes.

Tommy screamed and ran out of the room and down the stairs. Breathing heavily, it took him a moment to notice Tubbo and Ranboo laughing hysterically. There was laughter coming from upstairs as well.

It didn't take Tommy long to figure out it had been a prank.

"OH, FUCK YOU ALL!!" He shouted as Wilbur came down the stairs, creepy mask in hand and laughing like a maniac.

"In our defense," Ranboo began, wheezing, "it was really funny!"

Happy Halloween!

This was written purely for fun, and also kinda in a rush so it isn't the best. But I like how it turned out!