A.N.: MWHAHAHAHA! I am so glad I managed to gross out someone! Because
forcing others to vomit has always been a long term goal of mine. *grins
evilly* Yeah, now I need to find more gross stories. . . That's gonna take
awhile, sadly. Till then, here's another less vomital tale. (wow,
vomital, I made up a word!)
Disclaimer: same as before, but I shall reiterate: I do NOT own Bebop or these story ideas. They already existed. But I have put them in my very own words and changed situations a bit. I'm trying to make this clear that I didn't have the brain capacity for creating these characters or scary stories 'cause I don't want to be accused of the literary sin that is plagiarism.
~`~Trick or Treat, Pumpkinhead~`~
The rusted hull of the Bebop rocked gently to and fro next to the docks in Emerald Harbor on Earth. The sky was dimming to a russet gold, and children were starting to trickle out into the streets wearing capes, masks, fake fangs and blood, ready to begin their annual night of delinquent freedom. That's right. It was Halloween.
"OOoooOOOo! Trick or Treat! Trick or Treat! Time to get something yummy in the tummy good to eat!" Ed spun around with a whimpering Ein in her arms before skipping off to her room, "We must prepare Ein! Trick or treat time is here!"
Spike, reading a magazine, stepped absently to the side as the young girl sprinted past him and continued down the hall. Jet was in the kitchen rummaging through the cabinets when his lanky comrade entered and slumped into one of the dining chairs. After another minute of searching, Jet stood up straight and ran his prosthetic hand over his smooth head and glanced back over his shoulder, "Hey, Spike. Would you happen to know where that big, metal bowl is?"
Green fluff hanging over his eyes, Spike didn't look up from the magazine, "Of course, Jet. Memorizing our kitchen inventory has always been a secret hobby of mine."
"Never mind," Jet grumbled and reached up for the higher cabinet. Ed returned at that moment wearing a large jack-o-lantern mask/helmet. She sped around the table bumping into a chair and tumbling over to land at Spike's feet, her mask slightly askew. Spike peered over the magazine and saw the metal bowl of Jet's desire mounted on top of Edward's pumpkin head.
Plucking it off, he called over his shoulder, "This it?"
Jet's eyes light up, "Right! Perfect!" He snatched the bowl away from Spike and proceeded in opening a large bag of assorted candies and pouring them into the bowl. Ed had long since recovered from her spill and had been on all fours staring down Ein through her jack-o-lantern eyes when the pings of candy on metal caught her attention. Jumping up she hopped over to Jet's side at the counter and bounced once more for good measure.
"Ooo, dandy candy spick and spandy! Can Edward have some?" her thin fingers already reaching to snag a couple of the colorful wrappers. Jet tapped the back of her hand, "No, Ed. These are for the other trick or treaters. You'll get your own later when you go out."
The young girl, unlike most other children, didn't object. With an awkward salute through the orange sphere on her head, Ed turned on her heels and sped out of the kitchen.
Spike, still not looking up from his reading, said, "Finally, accepted the place of an old man, huh Dad?" He was startled from the amusement when his comrade dropped the metal bowl unceremoniously on the table before him with a loud clang. Spike jumped in his seat and finally looked up from the magazine to observe the cornucopia of sugary sweets now set before him.
"Don't mind if I do- ow!" Spike's hand was stopped halfway by a stinging rebuke from Jet's. "That's not for you either. You're taking Ed trick or treating." Faye chose that moment to sashay in the kitchen, her boots heels clacking on the linoleum.
She too saw the candy and made a reach for it, but it was Spike who slapped her hand, "No, Faye, those aren't for you," his words mocking those of Jet's. Spike returned his attention to his older partner, "Why do I have to go?"
Jet's eye twitched. "Several reasons. One: if you stayed here, I know you wouldn't pass out candy to the trick or treaters. Two: if you did answer the door, you'd probably do or say something that would result in me having to wash the egg off the Bebop's hull tomorrow morning. And three: there are a lot of weirdos out there that thrive on this night; it wouldn't be safe for Ed."
Spike glared, "And you are completely incapable of defending her?"
Jet glowered down at him, "There's many a large bounty on such weirdos." He was trying to find a way to get his partner up off his ass.
Spike sighed and slumped down in his chair returning to his magazine, "Despite how much they sicken me, I'm a little too sophisticated for pedophiles, Jet."
"I'll bet one of them escaped from an insane asylum." Faye had seated herself across from the green afro, after pouring herself a glass of orange juice from the fridge.
"Couldn't have come on a more perfect night," Spike added. "Say, Jet. He wouldn't happen to have a hook for a hand, would he? Perhaps a hockey mask and machete?"
Jet didn't take the bait for an argument. He instead tried a guilt tactic, "You know we lost more on that last bounty than we gained?" Spike didn't respond. "We would have been living in plenty, but you had to get careless. We ended up paying more than we earned. Four million."
Faye's surprise with her mouth full resulted in a very unhappy "jus au Spike". He glared daggers at her, juice now dripping from his green locks. Faye tried a vain attempt to distracted him from his sogginess, "Four million?!" Her eyes were wide but careful not to meet Spike's still daggered glare.
"I haven't heard much, but one of my old colleagues told me a recent bounty is a very dangerous man; highly unstable up here." Jet pointed to his head. "You have to be very careful, especially since Ed will be with you." Jet leaned back against the counter, "Now I'm not telling you to go all gung ho and hunt down any perps. We can catch them another time. Tonight, I just want you to keep an eye on Ed."
Spike finally stopped glaring at Faye; wringing out his hair he muttered, "Forget it. You can play babysitter all you want. I'm not going out to waltz around with a bunch of kids." 'What if we manage to attract more of the little monsters to stay on the ship?' Spike shuddered at the thought.
Unfortunately, Jet wasn't going to let him off that easy. When Ed came bounding back into the room, his gaze darted quickly from her back to Spike. With a furrowed brow he said curtly, "Fine, then you tell her. Ed, Spike has something to say to you."
She halted in her happy dance, "He does?" She practically pounced on him; lying across his lap, she smiled up at him with big, watery, puppy dog eyes, "Is Spike-person taking Edward trick or treating?"
His surprised expression led to reluctant defeat. Smacking his hand over his eyes, he muttered, "Yeah, Ed. I am."
She let out a whoop and dashed off once again with Ein in tow, "Ed will find her bag of tricks and treats!"
Jet's grin spoke of his boastful victory, "I'm glad you came around." He then stepped to retrieve the bowl of candy; Faye's smirk was finally joined by a snicker. Her humor was quickly doused by Jet's growl, "You're going with him."
And he left her with her a cruel scowl.
~`~
The weather, though quite mild for October, was showing signs of slipping into the grasp winter. Faye seemed to get the worst of it. Goosebumps had formed on every visible inch of her skin; only her arms and torso were best covered by the vibrant red of her cotton shirt. The moon shone overhead in its full glory; its eerie yellow glow setting an unnerving mood about the town, and it couldn't have been more perfect for a Halloween night.
Ed ran ahead to the next doorstep that a group of children had just accumulated on. Faye, shivering quite a bit waited at the curb with Spike who hadn't shown the least bit of interest since they'd left the Bebop. He stood there, head down, hands in his pockets looking absolutely bored out of his mind.
The trio ended up following with the same group of kids and adults down the entire block. Ed had even struck up a companionship with certain warlock. His wide brimmed hat always covering his face and his long black coat helped make him look the part. He never spoke, but Ed left little room for it anyway. Faye only spoke to complain about how cold she was to which Spike rolled his eyes and continued to trail the kid and her new friend.
The night dragged on and it seemed like there was no end to the houses and candy bowls, but finally, announced by Ed's dramatic yawn, the night was over for the three. The warlock who had been carrying Edward's increasingly heavy pillow sac of candy handed it over to Spike, waved a silent goodbye to Ed and continued on his way.
"Bye, bye! Nighty night! Sweet dreams! Au revoir! Adios! Sayonara!"
"Ed!" She was cut off by Spike's growl, "I'm sure he gets the point."
She only smiled and skipped on ahead to the Bebop waiting in the distance.
~`~
With her candy displayed across the lounge room floor, Ed, on her stomach, was munching on a bag of Skittles while Jet finished inspecting her sugar hoard. Spike snagged a Reese's peanut butter cup and flopped onto the couch turning on the vidscreen with his heel. Bigshots was on and he soon became absorbed into the program.
"Hey, Ed," Jet paused in his inspection and straightened himself to a sitting position. "What's this?" He held out a gray beaded chain; dangling at the end were a couple dog tags.
Ed bounced up and politely retrieved the tags from Jet's grasp, "It is Edward's friend's necklace. He gave it to Edward."
"Friend?" Jet turned to Spike, "Who's she talking about?"
Spike moved his arm to pillow his head, "Some warlock she met on our rounds."
"1-8-7-3-1-2-8!" Ed sang merrily.
Both of the men glanced at Ed. Spike was about to disregard her new outburst, when the number was echoed in his ear.
"1-8-7-3-1-2-8!" The sugary sweet voice of Judy on Bigshots squealed. "That's the id number on his dog tags." She was dressed in a "Bride of Frankenstein" wig and gown. Her co-host, Punch, wore a black and white cow suit complete with bell collar and udders.
"Shucks, howdy! Escaped from the Spire County Psychological Corrections facility, he's considered very dangerous and everyone in the small towns of Earth should take great caution in heading out on this night of mischief and mayhem!" He gave his bell collar a jingle, then paused, "Well, maybe everyone except the kids. Volaju always had a soft spot for children. . ."
A mugshot of said escapee appeared on screen which Spike read aloud bringing his comrades to his side.
"Vincent Volaju, age 29. Height 6'3". Committed for the murder of the head of a scientific research facility; he was found mentally unstable in the court of law. Reward for his capture offered at. . .300 million!" The bounty hunters choked and coughed at the number. All were left speechless; all, that is, except for Ed. She stepped over and peered at the picture on the screen.
"Ooo, lookie! Edward's friend! Ooh la la. . . A bounty head? Oh! That's where Ed's seen him before!" She bent over and scooped Ein up in her arms, lifting him so he could view the screen. "Ed knew he looked familiar." She giggled and hugged Ein closer.
The glares on the faces of the three bounty hunters were ones promising immense pain. In a low, almost inaudible voice, Spike murmured, "You mean you knew this guy, this huge bounty, was around here and you didn't mention it?"
"Three hundred million. . ." Faye muttered to herself in disbelief.
Ed grinned and nodded, "Just now remembered!"
"Just now. . ." Spike's eye twitched slightly. Jet had hid his face in his hands and Faye was still muttering the reward over and over. Ed glanced back over her shoulder and suddenly squealed with delight, "Oo! A Snickers!
~Trick or Treat?~
A.N.: Ed has got to be one of the most difficult characters to write. . . Anyway, this story has nothing to do with the Bebop movie. These stories are more like AU's. I only used Vincent 'cause the story is on Halloween, and well, there was a big ol' Halloween celebration goin' on in the movie (incase you missed that part). Or maybe you haven't seen the movie, in which case you need to get off your little patoot and get it! Or you could just say, "Screw you!" and go to a different fic. Well, if that's the case, please review before you leave. Thanks a doodles!
:P
Disclaimer: same as before, but I shall reiterate: I do NOT own Bebop or these story ideas. They already existed. But I have put them in my very own words and changed situations a bit. I'm trying to make this clear that I didn't have the brain capacity for creating these characters or scary stories 'cause I don't want to be accused of the literary sin that is plagiarism.
~`~Trick or Treat, Pumpkinhead~`~
The rusted hull of the Bebop rocked gently to and fro next to the docks in Emerald Harbor on Earth. The sky was dimming to a russet gold, and children were starting to trickle out into the streets wearing capes, masks, fake fangs and blood, ready to begin their annual night of delinquent freedom. That's right. It was Halloween.
"OOoooOOOo! Trick or Treat! Trick or Treat! Time to get something yummy in the tummy good to eat!" Ed spun around with a whimpering Ein in her arms before skipping off to her room, "We must prepare Ein! Trick or treat time is here!"
Spike, reading a magazine, stepped absently to the side as the young girl sprinted past him and continued down the hall. Jet was in the kitchen rummaging through the cabinets when his lanky comrade entered and slumped into one of the dining chairs. After another minute of searching, Jet stood up straight and ran his prosthetic hand over his smooth head and glanced back over his shoulder, "Hey, Spike. Would you happen to know where that big, metal bowl is?"
Green fluff hanging over his eyes, Spike didn't look up from the magazine, "Of course, Jet. Memorizing our kitchen inventory has always been a secret hobby of mine."
"Never mind," Jet grumbled and reached up for the higher cabinet. Ed returned at that moment wearing a large jack-o-lantern mask/helmet. She sped around the table bumping into a chair and tumbling over to land at Spike's feet, her mask slightly askew. Spike peered over the magazine and saw the metal bowl of Jet's desire mounted on top of Edward's pumpkin head.
Plucking it off, he called over his shoulder, "This it?"
Jet's eyes light up, "Right! Perfect!" He snatched the bowl away from Spike and proceeded in opening a large bag of assorted candies and pouring them into the bowl. Ed had long since recovered from her spill and had been on all fours staring down Ein through her jack-o-lantern eyes when the pings of candy on metal caught her attention. Jumping up she hopped over to Jet's side at the counter and bounced once more for good measure.
"Ooo, dandy candy spick and spandy! Can Edward have some?" her thin fingers already reaching to snag a couple of the colorful wrappers. Jet tapped the back of her hand, "No, Ed. These are for the other trick or treaters. You'll get your own later when you go out."
The young girl, unlike most other children, didn't object. With an awkward salute through the orange sphere on her head, Ed turned on her heels and sped out of the kitchen.
Spike, still not looking up from his reading, said, "Finally, accepted the place of an old man, huh Dad?" He was startled from the amusement when his comrade dropped the metal bowl unceremoniously on the table before him with a loud clang. Spike jumped in his seat and finally looked up from the magazine to observe the cornucopia of sugary sweets now set before him.
"Don't mind if I do- ow!" Spike's hand was stopped halfway by a stinging rebuke from Jet's. "That's not for you either. You're taking Ed trick or treating." Faye chose that moment to sashay in the kitchen, her boots heels clacking on the linoleum.
She too saw the candy and made a reach for it, but it was Spike who slapped her hand, "No, Faye, those aren't for you," his words mocking those of Jet's. Spike returned his attention to his older partner, "Why do I have to go?"
Jet's eye twitched. "Several reasons. One: if you stayed here, I know you wouldn't pass out candy to the trick or treaters. Two: if you did answer the door, you'd probably do or say something that would result in me having to wash the egg off the Bebop's hull tomorrow morning. And three: there are a lot of weirdos out there that thrive on this night; it wouldn't be safe for Ed."
Spike glared, "And you are completely incapable of defending her?"
Jet glowered down at him, "There's many a large bounty on such weirdos." He was trying to find a way to get his partner up off his ass.
Spike sighed and slumped down in his chair returning to his magazine, "Despite how much they sicken me, I'm a little too sophisticated for pedophiles, Jet."
"I'll bet one of them escaped from an insane asylum." Faye had seated herself across from the green afro, after pouring herself a glass of orange juice from the fridge.
"Couldn't have come on a more perfect night," Spike added. "Say, Jet. He wouldn't happen to have a hook for a hand, would he? Perhaps a hockey mask and machete?"
Jet didn't take the bait for an argument. He instead tried a guilt tactic, "You know we lost more on that last bounty than we gained?" Spike didn't respond. "We would have been living in plenty, but you had to get careless. We ended up paying more than we earned. Four million."
Faye's surprise with her mouth full resulted in a very unhappy "jus au Spike". He glared daggers at her, juice now dripping from his green locks. Faye tried a vain attempt to distracted him from his sogginess, "Four million?!" Her eyes were wide but careful not to meet Spike's still daggered glare.
"I haven't heard much, but one of my old colleagues told me a recent bounty is a very dangerous man; highly unstable up here." Jet pointed to his head. "You have to be very careful, especially since Ed will be with you." Jet leaned back against the counter, "Now I'm not telling you to go all gung ho and hunt down any perps. We can catch them another time. Tonight, I just want you to keep an eye on Ed."
Spike finally stopped glaring at Faye; wringing out his hair he muttered, "Forget it. You can play babysitter all you want. I'm not going out to waltz around with a bunch of kids." 'What if we manage to attract more of the little monsters to stay on the ship?' Spike shuddered at the thought.
Unfortunately, Jet wasn't going to let him off that easy. When Ed came bounding back into the room, his gaze darted quickly from her back to Spike. With a furrowed brow he said curtly, "Fine, then you tell her. Ed, Spike has something to say to you."
She halted in her happy dance, "He does?" She practically pounced on him; lying across his lap, she smiled up at him with big, watery, puppy dog eyes, "Is Spike-person taking Edward trick or treating?"
His surprised expression led to reluctant defeat. Smacking his hand over his eyes, he muttered, "Yeah, Ed. I am."
She let out a whoop and dashed off once again with Ein in tow, "Ed will find her bag of tricks and treats!"
Jet's grin spoke of his boastful victory, "I'm glad you came around." He then stepped to retrieve the bowl of candy; Faye's smirk was finally joined by a snicker. Her humor was quickly doused by Jet's growl, "You're going with him."
And he left her with her a cruel scowl.
~`~
The weather, though quite mild for October, was showing signs of slipping into the grasp winter. Faye seemed to get the worst of it. Goosebumps had formed on every visible inch of her skin; only her arms and torso were best covered by the vibrant red of her cotton shirt. The moon shone overhead in its full glory; its eerie yellow glow setting an unnerving mood about the town, and it couldn't have been more perfect for a Halloween night.
Ed ran ahead to the next doorstep that a group of children had just accumulated on. Faye, shivering quite a bit waited at the curb with Spike who hadn't shown the least bit of interest since they'd left the Bebop. He stood there, head down, hands in his pockets looking absolutely bored out of his mind.
The trio ended up following with the same group of kids and adults down the entire block. Ed had even struck up a companionship with certain warlock. His wide brimmed hat always covering his face and his long black coat helped make him look the part. He never spoke, but Ed left little room for it anyway. Faye only spoke to complain about how cold she was to which Spike rolled his eyes and continued to trail the kid and her new friend.
The night dragged on and it seemed like there was no end to the houses and candy bowls, but finally, announced by Ed's dramatic yawn, the night was over for the three. The warlock who had been carrying Edward's increasingly heavy pillow sac of candy handed it over to Spike, waved a silent goodbye to Ed and continued on his way.
"Bye, bye! Nighty night! Sweet dreams! Au revoir! Adios! Sayonara!"
"Ed!" She was cut off by Spike's growl, "I'm sure he gets the point."
She only smiled and skipped on ahead to the Bebop waiting in the distance.
~`~
With her candy displayed across the lounge room floor, Ed, on her stomach, was munching on a bag of Skittles while Jet finished inspecting her sugar hoard. Spike snagged a Reese's peanut butter cup and flopped onto the couch turning on the vidscreen with his heel. Bigshots was on and he soon became absorbed into the program.
"Hey, Ed," Jet paused in his inspection and straightened himself to a sitting position. "What's this?" He held out a gray beaded chain; dangling at the end were a couple dog tags.
Ed bounced up and politely retrieved the tags from Jet's grasp, "It is Edward's friend's necklace. He gave it to Edward."
"Friend?" Jet turned to Spike, "Who's she talking about?"
Spike moved his arm to pillow his head, "Some warlock she met on our rounds."
"1-8-7-3-1-2-8!" Ed sang merrily.
Both of the men glanced at Ed. Spike was about to disregard her new outburst, when the number was echoed in his ear.
"1-8-7-3-1-2-8!" The sugary sweet voice of Judy on Bigshots squealed. "That's the id number on his dog tags." She was dressed in a "Bride of Frankenstein" wig and gown. Her co-host, Punch, wore a black and white cow suit complete with bell collar and udders.
"Shucks, howdy! Escaped from the Spire County Psychological Corrections facility, he's considered very dangerous and everyone in the small towns of Earth should take great caution in heading out on this night of mischief and mayhem!" He gave his bell collar a jingle, then paused, "Well, maybe everyone except the kids. Volaju always had a soft spot for children. . ."
A mugshot of said escapee appeared on screen which Spike read aloud bringing his comrades to his side.
"Vincent Volaju, age 29. Height 6'3". Committed for the murder of the head of a scientific research facility; he was found mentally unstable in the court of law. Reward for his capture offered at. . .300 million!" The bounty hunters choked and coughed at the number. All were left speechless; all, that is, except for Ed. She stepped over and peered at the picture on the screen.
"Ooo, lookie! Edward's friend! Ooh la la. . . A bounty head? Oh! That's where Ed's seen him before!" She bent over and scooped Ein up in her arms, lifting him so he could view the screen. "Ed knew he looked familiar." She giggled and hugged Ein closer.
The glares on the faces of the three bounty hunters were ones promising immense pain. In a low, almost inaudible voice, Spike murmured, "You mean you knew this guy, this huge bounty, was around here and you didn't mention it?"
"Three hundred million. . ." Faye muttered to herself in disbelief.
Ed grinned and nodded, "Just now remembered!"
"Just now. . ." Spike's eye twitched slightly. Jet had hid his face in his hands and Faye was still muttering the reward over and over. Ed glanced back over her shoulder and suddenly squealed with delight, "Oo! A Snickers!
~Trick or Treat?~
A.N.: Ed has got to be one of the most difficult characters to write. . . Anyway, this story has nothing to do with the Bebop movie. These stories are more like AU's. I only used Vincent 'cause the story is on Halloween, and well, there was a big ol' Halloween celebration goin' on in the movie (incase you missed that part). Or maybe you haven't seen the movie, in which case you need to get off your little patoot and get it! Or you could just say, "Screw you!" and go to a different fic. Well, if that's the case, please review before you leave. Thanks a doodles!
:P
