AN: Happy Halloween, BLT fans! Here's a little story I've written just in time for spooky season. Now, I wasn't gonna write anything Halloween themed this year (Infact, I wasn't gonna write anymore fanfiction for this site after my 'retirement' from here). However, as usual I ended up doing just that. To be honest, this was only supposed to go up on my DeviantArt account.

Unlike my other TBLT fics (besides Invincible) Nightmare is a whole lot darker (as it should be with it being a horror story and all) and yes, there will be some major character death thrown in just to make it feel kinda edgy.

It also takes place a year before the appliances embark on their big city adventure to find their master. Yeah, about time I've done a story involving the cottage I'd say. Either that or I was gonna choose the college Rob later attends in Rescue.

Well, I hope you all still enjoy this without feeling too uncomfortable. Don't worry, there will be a happy ending...uh, sort of.

Warning: Contains dark and mature themes that may be unsuitable for some audiences. Read with EXTREME caution.

Disclaimer: I don't own Toaster or any of his movies. I'm just an adult fan that loves creating lots of art and fanfiction about an animated toaster and his appliance pals. Too much, honestly haha.


October 31, 1987

"AHHHHH!" A blood-curdling scream violently shook the claw marked cottage walls.

Lampy ran, jumped, ducked, and dodged at every angle possible in a fruitless attempt to escape their once loyal little chrome crony. The orange desk lamp was rather discombobulated by the toasters' awfully strange and sudden change in personality.

Why was he acting so unfriendly? Had he short circuited all of a sudden?

Did he and the others finally caused him to snap?

Maybe he's gone insanely mad from cabin fever?

After all, besides being at each other's throats they have been doing chores for the past ten thousand days in desperate hope one day their master would eventually return to claim them. It honestly felt like they were stuck in endless quarantine.

He badly needed closure. No, scratch that. He absolutely CRAVED it.

Holy mother of Edison! How could he NOT lose his cool by now? Leadership came with its fair share of problems alright. How Toaster was able to handle all that everyday stress, frustration, and responsibility without breaking down Lampy would never fully understand. Now, he was finally at the end of his rope so to speak.

Whatever the reason one thing was certain. Lampy needed to find a good hiding spot fast if he was gonna get out of there alive.

"GOTCHA, ANY FINAL WORDS BEFORE YOU DIE, LAMPY?!" Toaster snarled in aggression like a rabid werewolf as he slowly backed Lampy into a nearby corner covered in cobwebs.

His normally warm-hearted chocolate brown eyes now flashed a dangerous blood red. He viciously dug his long metal claws that sprang up out of his handles into Lampy's throat.

"Radio, help!" Lampy panted uncontrollably to the point Radio thought he was gonna start hyperventilating. The lamp felt like he was trapped inside one of those cheesy horror movies T.V used to show premieres every single year on Halloween.

"Toaster's gone berserk! I know he's been awfully frazzled lately, but this is ridiculous! He's even been limping around like he's in a lot of pain."

Radio stood his ground in front of Lampy. "That's the last time we let him handle the attic all by his lonesome. Something villainous must've attacked him while he was up there cleaning earlier. Don't worry, Lampy. I'll protect ya old chum."

He held his radio antenna out like a sword about to slave a fire breathing dragon. "War training don't fail me now. Not so fast! Stay back fowl beast! Don't even think about sinking those razor-sharp fangs into him! Take me instead, I insist."

"GET OUT OF MY WAY, RADIO!" The vampire toaster hissed through gritted teeth. Radio instantly dropped his 'sword' to the ground out of fear.

"I-I think he's been possessed by an evil appliance demon from hell, or a poltergeist secretly haunting us! Lampy, hide me!"

"My hero." Lampy muttered sarcastically under his breath.

"Some fearless you are. Seriously, how do you even call yourself a brave mountaineer, Loudmouth? How pathetic."

"Pathetic? Why, I-"

A loud smash soon interrupted their conversation. Lampy and Radio then dashed out into the kitchen fearing what hid around the corner. What they saw next expeditiously sent shivers down their spines.

Shards of glass from a shattered kitchen window laid out across the floor alongside Kirby's now lifeless body. Next to him was a saw smeared in motor oil and an empty red toolbox.

''OH MY GOSH, HE KILLED KIRBY!'' Lampy shrieked, not taking his eyes off the deceased vacuums' deathbed. He stared at Radio flabbergasted, then did a double take to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

All those cherished memories the gang shared together since day one gone in an instant.

"AND WE'RE NEXT!"

''Okay, now it's personal. He's trying to sabotage our friendship. Why, that sneaky son of a..." Radio's sentence trailed off once he noticed Blanky's disappearance.

"Wait a minute, where's Blanky?''

Unknown to them, shortly before his demon side could gain control once more, Toaster instructed a horrified Blanky to make a safe retreat outside so he wouldn't end up a part of the bloodshed.

Therefore, using all the strength he could muster, Blanky threw the breadbox he spotted on the countertop straight through a window. A crisp autumn breeze quickly greeted him and taking one last glance over his shoulder back at Kirby he leaped out into the stormy night.

The little electric blanket was never heard from again.

"About time Mr. Optimistic short circuited and became colder than me or Kirby around here for a change." Air Conditioner chuckled harshly from across the darkened room.

A cold draft spread throughout the abandoned cottage before a mysterious cloud of red mist engulfed them one by one.

"And none of them were never seen again. Beware the infamous Vampire Toast! He haunts the attic on Halloween night in search of appliance blood to quench his thirst. Nobody shall escape his evil clutches. Any of us could be his victims!"

Radio flicked off the flashlight he held beneath his face with an evil laugh. Suspenseful music filled the silent room shortly after. The sky now painted in soft shades of purple and pink as the sun set beyond the horizon.

"Geez, I sure hope not." Lampy gulped nervously.

"I'd hate to be his next target. Uh, is it just me or is the air getting a little frosty around here?"

"Not this stupid static again." Kirby grumbled. "Way to make everybody else feel paranoid, Dial-Face. Bravo."

He wheeled himself out of the room so he wouldn't have to put up with Radio's rambunctious behavior any longer. Toaster's eyes grew wide in shock at Radio's tall tale.

"Seriously, Radio? A demon toaster attacked me up in the attic. You know I would never stoop so low. Mind control or not. You just had to exaggerate with the storytelling, didn't you?"

Blanky slowly uncovered his eyes from behind Toaster. "I-is it over? I mean, I wasn't scared. I'm no baby. Only babies would be scared of that silly stuff."

"Relax, Blanky. I'm not gonna lash out and hurt anybody." The Sunbeam reassured the little yellow fuzz ball with a gentle head pat.

His eyes drifted downward to his left front leg, which was currently wrapped up in a bandage Blanky thoughtfully placed around it.

"I may had suffered a bad fall, but other than that I'm perfectly fine. Nothing evil attacked me. Don't get frantic or let Radio's outrageous ghost story scare you."

"Outstanding. Now there's something I'm dying to see." Air Conditioner smirked with amusement. "The day Toaster finally snaps his cord. Sounds awfully fascinating, Radio. Do go on."

"Don't encourage him, ice box." He briefly heard Kirby snort from inside the storage closet. He slammed the door relentlessly behind him.

"We'll be awake all night. Count me out. Unrealistic piece of garbage. It's too far-fetched."

"No way. Only thing I'm gonna be doing besides giving orders is napping inside my warm toasty kitchen." Toaster spoke through a yawn.

"There'll be no accusing me of any heartless crime, understood?"

Radio laughed sheepishly, jumping down from the cottage windowsill. "C'mon, fellas. It's Halloween night. Nothing screams spooky season like a good old horror story that'll make your blood run cold. Just thought I'd set the mood. It's pure nightmare fuel."

Toaster sighed heavily, slowly heading into the kitchen to take a long late evening's rest. ''Well, I can see numerous sleepless nights in my future. Thanks a lot, Radio. Uh-huh, very helpful."

The radio chuckled lightly at Toaster's sarcasm. A mood none of the other appliances saw too often due to his usual cheery demeanor.

"My pleasure, Slots."