Mickey's Absolutely Terrifying Halloween Party
Chapter One The Party of Horrors Gets Under Way
"Mickey, are you still worried about Epic Universe stealing our thunder?" Minnie asked.
"You mean MY thunder," said Thor, walking by, and waving his hammer.
"Why did you invite him?" quacked Donald Duck.
"This is my Halloween party, of course I had to invite every superhero I could," Mickey said.
"You still haven't answered my Epic Universe question," Minnie said, crossing her arms.
"Yes, Minnie, I am worried because they have Harry Potter over there and those irritating yellow thugs wearing overalls who speak gibberish that kids can't get enough of, and if that weren't in of itself an issue, they now have Mario and PIkachu and Link! How are we supposed to compete with all that?"
Thor and Zeus were now having a heated argument. Hera had to come between them to get them to stop.
"So what are you going to do about the competition, then?" Donald quacked.
"Well, I think the only way is to turn this Not-So-Scary Halloween party we host every year, into something far creepier."
"What, no! Everyone is expecting the usual Not-So-Scary!" Minnie wailed.
"We have to do what we'd got to," Mickey says. "Which is why I'm donning the bloodred robes."
"No, that will turn you into Mickey Sinister!" Goofy declares, having just come over with a tray of popsicles. "Have a nice lim pop instead?"
"Don't be silly, Goof. I can take the Bloodred Robe off at any time I desire."
"Hey Mickey, I overheard your conversation with Minnie, why are you worried about Harry Potter, we have Percy Jackson!" Daisy declares.
"First of all, Percy Jackson doesn't compare to Harry Potter, not really," Mickey says.
"He kind of does, I thought," Goofy said, scratching his head.
Mickey paced back and forth. "Ask yourself this question. How much merch can we sell in the parks based on Percy Jackson?"
"Maybe not a whole ton, at least comparably," Daisy muttered.
Mickey nodded. "And can we build a whole pavilon representing it that will make people feel like they're in the world of the books?"
"We could," Goofy said. "And yet…"
"It wouldn't be the same," Mickey said.
"Okay, but Universal had that for years," Minnie said. "Hasn't been an issue before."
"That's because they didn't have Nintendo properties there, but now they do!" Mickey declared, huffing. "I'm putting on that cloak." He started to march off.
"Wait, you didn't tell me the secondly!" Daisy called.
"Right," Mickey said, turning around. "How did you hear the conversation? You were all the way over there several hundred yards away, introducing Philoteces to a nymph from that fantasy movie concept we scrapped."
"Oh uh, I was listening through Minnie's phone."
"You did what now?" Minnie asked.
"Oh, I was just hoping for something interesting to gossip about so I had your phone bugged."
"Without asking me?" Minnie asked, hands on hips.
"I wasn't going to spill your secrets," Daisy said. "If that's what you're worried about."
"I know I can trust you, Daisy, but it's still an invasion of privacy."
"I think we have bigger problems to worry about," Goofy said.
"And those would be?" Minnie asked, rounding on him.
"Mickey is going for the Cloak!" Donald quacked frantically pointing with a wing. Or more precisely, a feather on his wing.
All four of them ran for Mickey in alarm but it was too late, he had slipped into the walk-in closet.
Minnie ran toward it. "Come on, Rupert, let us in!" she pleaded with the doorknob.
The doorknob growled. "I do not open for anyone except the Sorceror and Alice."
"But Mickey is about to put on the wrong cloak, not the Sorcerer's one."
"That is neither here or there. Unless Alice is asking to enter, you're not getting in."
"Daisy, go find Alice," Minnie said.
"Okay, but by the time I get back here, it will probably be too late."
Daisy hurried off, calling "Alice, Alice, we need your help!" wings cupped to her beak.
"It eez too late!" said a voice. The walk-in closet door flung open and Mickey stepped off, fangs coming from his mouth. He wore a cloak that was as bloodred as the name it had been given. He smiled broadly. "I, Mickey Sinister, am about to turn this party of lameness into a party so horrible and frightening , it will be as gruesome as a gargoyle's swing!"
"Hey!" shouted Hugo, who was passing with his new friends, Pain and Panic, both sipping Herculaid.
"Do we need to threaten that mouse with a trip to the Underworld?" Panic asked.
"No, no, I think he was just not expecting a gargoyle to walk by, it's no big deal," Hugo said.
"On the contrate, it is a big deal," Mickey said, waving his hands. "Nice gargoyles shall be no more!"
An hourglass with a tiny girl with long black hair and wearing a red dress that really showed off her curves inside. "And now, the sacrifice to get this Absolutely Terrifying Halloween Party under way!"
"No, Mickey, you can't sacrifice Princess Jasmine!"
"Relax, Minnie. This isn't the Jasmine from our universe. It's fine," Mickey said.
"At least Mickey Sinister is concerned about what Minnie might think of his actions," Donald said.
"Are you saying you're about to open the multiverse gateway?" Minnie asked. "Are you sure you want to do that?"
"It's the only way," said Mickey. "I must."
"But that Jasmine must be a good one, otherwise the ritual won't work," Goofy remarked.
"Not my problem," Mickey said, tossing the hourglass on the ground, where it shattered, spinning sand around the secion. Then a tiger cub came bounding over.
"Rajah! It's me, Jasmine! Don't attack!"
But the tiger cub didn't listen. It extended its claws and ripped a shrieking Jasmine to shreds. She didn't stand a chance.
Minnie gasped at the horrid sight, glove over his mouth. Donald was gazing at the air and said, "Guys look!"
An equilateral triangle appeared in the air, a few feet above the ground. And a panther leapt through.
"Oh there you are, Rajah cub, I've been looking everywhere for you."
"Excuse me, are you Bagheera?" asked a bipedal cow, wearing a flamboyant dress.
"Um, yes, who's asking?"
"I'm Claribel, your biggest fan!" She threw her arms around his neck.
"Er, thanks, but I'm not really one for physical contact."
Bagheera pulled out of her grip and moved off with cub Rajah, dangling by the scruff of his neck from the panther's teeth.
"Darn, thought he was going to rip you up, Claribel," Mickey said.
"Now why on earth would he do that?" Claribel asked.
"Don't you see?" Minnie asked. "He's wearing the Bloodred Cloak."
"Huh? Mickey Sinister? Why would want to be…that mousesona?"
"He's trying to make this party compete with Epic Universe," Donald quacked.
"Why? I thought the Not-So-Scary worked every year. Minus those years we had to resort to Boo Bash and whatever that other nonsense was."
"We can't just be Not-So-Scary anymore if we need to beat out the appeal of Nintendo characters in addition to Wizarding World and Minions," Mickey said.
"Yo, everyone! I found Alice!" Daisy said.
"Yeah, after we already watched a pet murder its owner," Minnie grumbled. "Which is a sentence I hope would never come out of my mouth. If I'd have ever considered it before."
"Um guys, what's with all these friangles?" Alice asked. She was wearing her usual blue and white dress and her golden blonde tresses brushed as straight as ever.
Triangles were opened all over the festival area, and people, animals, and even toys were stepping through.
"Um, living toys? What the heck is this?" Claribel asked.
"This party is supposed to be a nightmare, so of course toys would come to life!" Mickey said, proudly.
"Oh hey, Hans," said a voice.
A man with red hair and wearing a dress suit blinked, looking down. Two girls were riding some kind of purple rabbit thing. But the girls were only an inch tall, each of them clinging to one of the rabbit's ears.
"Ooh, not trying to cut in on your conversation, but that is a very cute rabbit!" Alice declared, getting down to tickle it under the chin.
"Thanks," said a girl with a platinum blonde braid, gripping the rabbit's right ear. "This is Nidoran."
"Elsa, I thought you died!" Hans said. "Your sisters took you away and slit your throat! And how did you get shrunk?"
"Oh, I'm probably not the Elsa you knew, I only had one sister," Elsa said. "She burned our castle down."
"That does sound like Esther," Hans said, nodding.
"Um no, it was Lisanna."
"Lisanna?" Hans asked. "In my dimension, she is called Anna."
"Does she have the same brown braids?"
"Actually, her hair is red."
"I find it tough to believe that my parents would name any daughter of theirs 'Esther' in any dimension," Elsa said, shaking her head.
"Do you still have ice powers?" Hans asked, getting on a knee. Alice was still petting Nidoran, who seemed to be enjoying it.
"I think many Elsas do," said the tiny platinum blonde, waving her hand and causing a drift of snow to blow around her.
"Hey Elsa, introduce me," said the other girl who was tiny and had her palm clinging to Nidoran's right ear.
"Right, Hans, this is Isabela Madrigal. And Isabela, this is my ex, Hans."
"So we dated in your dimension too?" Hans asked.
"Apparently so," Elsa said.
"Pleased to meet you, Isabela. Any friend of Elsa's is a friend of mine."
"Oh, we might be more than friends," Isabela said, giggling.
"Oh wow, glad to hear you've got someone," Hans said.
"Are you not dating anyone?" Elsa asked.
"I was really hurt when I lost you. Was very tough to defeat those twins."
"Wow, I not only had more than one sister, but they were twins as well? That's so cool!"
"I thought they were really sweet until they showed their true colors."
"Come back you little warthog, I just want to roast you int he fire!" said a blue bear ruling along on its hind legs, seemed to be naturally bipedal but probably could've gone one all rous well enough too, it wasn't exactly clear.
Isabela shivered.
"Aw, that would bother you, wouldn't it?" Elsa asked, going over to run her arm along her girlfriend's.
"I don't like the sound of animals eating others. Plus, that warthog can probably talk. It's too weird."
"Do you have any powers, Isabela?" Hans asked.
"Um yeah, I can make flowers appear." Isabela said. "I'll show you now."
She waved her hands and soon there were tiny flowers all over Nidoran's right ear.
"Oh wow, that's really cool," Hans said, impressed.
"I hope you find a girlfriend at this shindig," Elsa said. "There might even be a version of Isabela for you."
Isabela wrinkled her nose. "The thought of any version of me liking boys is insanity."
"Ah, you're a bona fide lesbian," Hans said.
"Indeed, but Elsa is my one and only. Still, there was a time before I knew her, you know."
"My Elsa was also the only girl I wanted to be with," Hans said. "Before she was killed."
"Isabela will protect me if anyone has foul intentions," Elsa said, assuredly.
"I hope I can," Isabela said, shaking. "But to think anyone would want to hurt you, Elsa, that's…too wrong."
"Elsa is the purest spirit," Hans said. "No one should want to bring her harm."
"Not all versions of me might be kind," Elsa warned.
"Well, I'm not looking to replace my girlfriend with another version of her," Hans said. "She was the only Elsa for me."
"That's good to have that strong feeling toward her. But please at least try to find someone to potentially date here," Elsa said. "I'm sure the version of me you knew wouldn't want you to be alone forever."
"I'll remember that," Hans said, rising. "Now it's time for me to check out this party. You two take care."
"You as well," Elsa said.
Hans saluted then went off through the crowd. At this point, the triangles were disappearing. But there was quite a throng all around the pavilion.
"I will bake…BAKE, you a carrot cake!"
A redheaded kid wearing a green shirt featuring paper clips with an orange long sleeve shirt underneath it was singing this at an oven, putting a cake in.
"Can an outdoor oven even work?" asked a fox.
"You're a fox who ordered a carrot cake, you tell me."
"Me and my girlfriend eat that, and also, I'm very uncomfortable being around all these predators who act like predators."
The fox was wearing a police uniform. He was about as tall as Hans' waist.
"Aren't you a predator too?" the redheaded kid asked.
"Where we come from, predators don't eat prey. Thousands of years ago they did, but not anymore."
Hans found this interesting but it wasn't going to help him find a girlfriend and he certainly didn't want any cake baked in an outdoor oven, no matter what kinds that kid could make. Though lemon would be nice, but it'd just remind him of Elsa, that had been her favorite.
He passed an Elsa with scarlet highlights in her hair, eating chocolate pie. His Elsa despised chocolate. Her twin sister's loved it, though.
There was a flying boy dressed all in green, with a flying mermaid who was probably around sixteen. "FOR MY SISTER!" shouted the boy, setting off fireworks in the sky.
"FOR MY BROTHER!" shouted the girl, also setting off fireworks.
"What, it's broad daylight!" Hans said.
A girl with green round glasses and curly dark hair said, "Oh yeah, see, their families were both slaughtered and so they decided to be each other's siblings to make up for it. Peter lost the Lost Boys and Ariel lost six sisters plus her father."
"Yikes, that's sad," Hans said. "Nice fin, though."
"She flies by pixie dust, though Tinkerbell hates that Peter spends so much time with his sister."
"Who's Tinkerbell?"
"Oh, she's a pixie with attitude. You don't want to encounter her," the girl said. "I'm Mirabel, by the way." She held out her hand, and Hans shook it.
"Hans."
"Nice ot meet you."
"Likewise," Hans said. He looked back up at the flying siblings. "Do you come from the same dimension they do?"
"Indeed, I do," Mirael said. "It's…a bit wild over there."
"Wild how?"
"Well, my best friend is a bunny rabbit who got talked out of becoming a police officer."
"A rabbit, really?"
"Oh yeah. That's her over there," Mirabel said, pointing.
A very cute bipedal lagomorh was sitting on a stool, wearing a pink dress, holding a paintbrush and striking it against a canvas for a little girl with black hair wearing a blue-green outfit.
"Is she happy? Not being a police officer?"
"She found a dream that suits her better, so yeah, she is pretty happy."
"That's good," Hans said. His stomach growled.
"You sound hungry," Mirabel said.
"I guess I am," Hans said, with a booming laugh.
"Let's go get some tamales, then," Mirabel said, leading him off to a booth.
They got tamales and had a really good time eating them together. Hans told Mirabel about some fun anecdotes, and Mirabel had her own.
"And then Luisa was smashing her piano against Hercules' harp, and Hermes got spooked by a flying spider and dropped cheese all over them!"
"Oh wow!" Hans said. "That's crazy."
"Yeah, and Tio Bruno warned them to go wash it off before the violent mice came."
"Violent mice?"
Mirabel nodded. "They were injected by a field agent named Clayton. It was awful."
"I'll bet it was," Hans said.
"Yep, and then Clayton tried ot make moves on me."
Hans made a face. "You couldn't have liked him back, right?"
"Not even!" Mirabel said, chortling, her hand smacking Hans' shoulder playfully. "Wouldn't give him a chance. He was very persistent though. Even tied up my sister and theaterened to slice through her arm making her bleed, if I didn't agree to be his girlfriend."
"Yikes, what kind of guy would behave like that?" Hans asked, a shocked expression on his face.
"Clayton would," Mirabel said, scowling. Then she brightened. "Thankfully, Judy Hopps came and gave him some sharp kicks him with her feet, and we cut the ropes away from Isabela and took off to safety."
"Nice friend you have," Hans remarked.
"Do you have any strong friends?"
"Not really. I've been pretty nix on relationships ever since well, my girlfriend was killed."
A horrified look sprung onto Mirabel's face.
"Yeah, I had to fight off her twin sisters, but it was too late, she was gone."
"That's a nightmare. But I can see why you wouldn't get close to people after…" Mirabel looked very uncomfortable.
Hans squeezed her fingers. "I think I'm ready to make friends again now, though. Sufficient time has passed since the horrible event."
"That's reassuring," Mirabel said with a smile. "Sorry about your girlfriend, but I hope I can provide good company."
"I'm sure you can!" Miraqbel said, with a smile.
They finished their tamales and got up from the table they were sitting at, then went to a bowling booth and after that visited other booths and went on a couple of rides.
Everything was beautiful, Hans was really enjoying spending time with his new friend. What could go wrong?
And then, a sword went through his chest. Hans looked down at it, and smiled at Mirabel. "It seems I've been impaled, goodbye, Mira."
He started to faint, and Mirabel kept shouting his name.
"No, Hans, Hans, don't die on me!"
"He's gone," snarled a blue elf. "You'll never see your beloved again."
"Beloved? We're not together!" Mirabel said.
"You wanted to date him, and would've been," snarled the elf. He had blue skin and darker blue hair. His shirt was corduroy and he had on jeans below that.
"Oh Mirabel, I would've loved…to be your boyfriend," Hans said, smiling up at her. At that point, he had lost enough blood. His eyes shut and his head rested in Mirabel's lap, while she was on her knees.
"Come back to me, Hans!" Mirabel wailed, tears streaking down her face.
"He won't, ever!" cackled the elf. "But there are other versions of Hans to go around, why not try dating them?"
"That would be the ultimate betrayal," Mirabel snarled. "I'll get you for this, elf!"
"Name's Ian, just so you know, but you won't get me," he said. He waved a wizard's staff around himself, muttered something, and completely disappeared from the sot he had been standing, probably teleported.
Mirabel let out a howl of rage. If people could come back from the dead, there wouldn't be an issue here, but that was impossible. Ian had taken Hans from her, and he was going to pay, dearly.
But killing him wouldn't be enough. She had to take someone from him first. Just had to figure out who Ian cared about. Pay him back in kind.
But could someone that evil care about anyone? Seemed impossible. Clayton had a better chance of actually having someone important to him than Ian. And also, Mirabel didn't know why Ian had done this. From what she could tell, it was one of two possibilities. Either Ian killed Hans with that sword just because he could, or it delighted him to slay a member of a future pairing. Didnt' matter what his reasoning was, though, either way this was despicable, and Mirabel was going to get her revenge.
The tears spilled hard down her face, going from a lake to a river. It was sad to lose someone regardless of the time you've spent with them, but Mirabel was also sad for all the times Hans and her had snatched with them before they could happen, their first kiss, going on a date where they both considered it to be that, and maybe doing actifies such as hiking or skating together, having Judy paint them as a couple, everything that almost was, but now never would be.