Title: "Skeletons in the Closet: Volume III"
By: Morgan Johnson
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh nor the dreaded evil thing known as clowns
A/N: This one-shot is dedicated to Sakina the Fallen Angel as she semi-requested this in her review for Skeletons in the closet. Remember to check out the Halloween Horror Fest info in my profile...
Title: The Horror Palace
The birthday surprise was all set. Food and party favors were already pre-set for Mokuba's arrival. The young children would all appear right from under the dining room table in the grand ballroom in the Kaiba Mansion. Tonight was Mokuba's twelfth birthday and although Seto thought Mokuba to be too old for parties Mokuba loved them immensely.
Mokuba arrived at his home at a quarter to nine. He entered the house slowly and precise as he knew he was late getting home. The driver had been caught in a traffic jam and had barely gotten there at that time. Mokuba could hear some noise coming from the dining room and curious as he always was, entered the room. He expected to see his brother sitting there with his usual cold demeanor and reproaching him for being late for their private birthday celebration. What he didn't expect was to see the place beyond recognition.
Little dolls lain upon the ground, like miniature playmates. What was odd about them was the fact that they looked vaguely familiar. He picked on up and jumped back as he felt it prick him. Blood began to pour upon the floor and a little eerie giggle could be heard. He instinctively called out for Seto but the only response he got was another giggle this time more chilling and for a reason it seemed familiar as well. He looked at each and every doll and the faces began to change. The little dolls went from cute and cuddly to gruesome and disfigured. Blood was beginning to amount on the floor and he had to be careful not to slip on it the gooey substance.
A sudden squeak grabbed his attention. He looked toward the noise and saw the main chair turn slightly. He walked towards it slowly, fear finally setting in at its fullest. He made careful note not to touch any of the dolls not wanting a repeat on the prick incident as he approached the chair and turned it around. What he saw sent him into a complete state of shock, finally collapsing upon the floor; Seto sat proudly at the chair twirling a little dagger, only Seto never had a smile that big on his face nor did he have a red nose…
Misery: So like it? Tell me but remember no flames. Here's the first one-shot in this volume. There are four in each volume as before and the other three will be posted as soon as I can since I have class in about twenty minutes. (taking a break and all) In case it isn't obvious, an evil clown was involved, and believe me it was hard to write this as I am in all honesty petrified of clowns and cannot be near one at any time.