Draak D. Sol: His powers aren't really like Pennywise, but the new Trickster does dress like a clown.
Omni warrior: Thanks. That episode of Regular Show was one of my favorites.
Gamelover41592: Thank you, and it was no problem. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
LoamyCoffee: I didn't really know you were thinking of something else, but I'm still glad you liked it. As for the Trickster, he's not going to be made from candy, but will be something much more dangerous.
coldblue2015: Thanks for the review, and thank you for giving me the idea for the Trickster.
blazingpheonix123: Thanks, and yeah, it took a lot of will power for me to not have Patrick kick the crap out of Robbie. Thanks for the suggestions for the Trickster and I hope you enjoy the chapter.
DeadStrike: Thank you. Although the chapter isn't going to be like your suggestion, I do thank you for wanting to help.
MAJORMATT1234: Thanks. I really didn't just want to have the chapters a repeat of the show and would rather make them different with some horror elements. I'll have Patrick do his adventures, but I'm not sure about cool magic powers, but I could be awesome. Hope you enjoy the chapter.
Chance Green G King: Thanks, and if you what this chapter like the Demon in the Mattress, I think you'll like this.
Darkmaster10000000: True, but I'm not going to. Sorry, but I'm going to keep Robbie around.
FrancisVamp0822: I know what you mean, and I understand. Time travel is seriously complicated and when it really is a bummer when it makes all the character develop go out the window. And yeah, that's the plan with Wendy. I want for her to start to see that Robbie isn't the boyfriend she thought he was, so that when she breaks up with him, its more believable. All while seeing Patrick in a new light, so that when she becomes his girlfriend, she'll be sure that he's the right guy.
South Down: Soon.
Dracus6: Does Mabel really need a boyfriend? And even if I did give her one, what would that person be? And there's no Scooby Doo inspiration for this chapter. I honesty fell off Mystery Incorporated and hardly remember it.
Guest (Ill): The Trickster's not going to be invisible, but I do hope that you enjoy the chapter.
Guest: (Matt): It's okay, and the Trickster is not going to be made out of candy.
RedHood001: Thanks, and I just love refencing Regular Show in this show. Just for how strange it and Gravity Falls is. And yeah, the Pines area magnate for the strange.
Guest (Bobby Jenkins): It's not going to be like that, but I do like the thought of it.
Lazymanjones96: Thank you and here's more.
: Well, here's more!
Reaper4425: Yes, he does, and he'll be using that laser more. Hope you like the chapter.
ericsofly2: Well, here you go.
Guest (Spartan 108): I'm not going to add in a dog for Patrick. I do love Courage, but I'm not going to be adding the character into the story.
Guest: I don't watch MLP, but I've reworked the Trickster to be scarier.
Guest (SpOoOoKy GhOoOsT): Hey's the next chapter for you. And takes for liking the story. I also love Patrick and Wendy being shipped.
The lightning that writes: Why are you writing your review in all caps? I'm not really sure about what I'm going to with Star vs. The Forces of Evil and I have not heard of Dial H for Hero. I've been thinking that it could be a crossover with Godzilla, with the OC being a human that has Godzilla's powers and soul in him. I'll work out the details, but what do you think?
The story which you are about to read is an account of the weirdness which befell a group of seven youths, in particular Patrick Pines and his cousins, Dipper and Mabel. It is all the weirder in that it was because they broke the very traditions of a holiday. Despite this, as they live very, very long lives, they could not have expected, nor would they have wished to see as much of the terrifying and insidious as they were to see that night. For them an idyllic summer holiday of joy became a nightmare.
The events of that night were to lead to the discovery of one of the most bizarre evils in the annals of Gravity Falls history, the Summerween Trickster.
Gravity Falls was always considered a humble, but strange town. It wasn't just the supernatural forces and creatures that were strange, but most of the people of the town were odd balls.
But now Patrick wondered if they got their calendars altered and mixed up. The teen was with his cousins, Soos, and Stan in the family car. Driving to a store that was doing a reopening after a year of being closed. But as they passed the neighborhoods, Patrick saw that the house had all their Halloween decorations out and displayed. However, strangely, instead of pumpkins with faces carved into them, there were watermelons.
What would you call those? Jack-o-Melons?
Their journey ended when Stan pulled into a handicap parking space. Going over the curve and crashing into the sign. The occupants stepped out of the car and Stan said, "Here we are, the Summerween Superstore!" In front of them was a small store with Halloween decoration set up and a sigh that said what it was.
"Wait, Summer-what?" Dipper asked with a confused look on his face.
Patrick wasn't getting it either, and asked, "Don't you mean Halloween?"
"Nope, I'm talking about Summerween," said Stan, pulling out a calendar from his suit. He pointed to that day before explaining. "The people of this town love Halloween so much, they celebrate it twice a year. And wouldn't you know it, it's today!"
"Do you always carry that calendar in your pocket?" Patrick asked with a mocking smirk.
Stan stood there with a pause. "…Yes."
"Summerween? Something about this feels unnatural," Mabel said with a raised eyebrow.
Soos then leaned down to the twins and teenager. "There's free candy!" he said to them. That really got the kids' interested.
"TO THE COSTUME AISLE!" Patrick, Dipper, and Mabel yelled, with the female twin wearing a Groucho glasses. The eldest one of the three pushing a wheelbarrow cart that the twins were in.
While it was understandable that Dipper and Mabel would be excited for Summerween, some may look at Patrick's excitement and think that he should grow up. But he didn't care. Halloween was one of his favorite holidays and even if he would've normally been handing out candy, this was going to be his first time Trick-or-Treating with his cousins, two people that he's only got to see only a few times in his life.
Plus, free candy!
As they were picking out their costumes, Soos was standing at one of the shelves in the store where they had a bunch of crackling skulls out for sale. Soos pressed one of them and it turned on with eyes glowing. "I'd lend you a hand... but I don't seem to have any!" It then crackled after telling the corny joke.
Soos, however, found in funny and laughed. "Haha, this guy tells it like it is."
Then a woman that worked at the store called to him with an annoyed look on her face. "Sir, could you please stop pushing that?"
"Ma'am, make these heads less hilarious, and you got yourself a deal," the man-child said before pressing skull. As the decoration crackled, the store worker groaned.
Meanwhile, Stan picked up a big barrel of fake blood. "Ha ha! When the children come to my door tonight, they're gonna run away screaming from Stan Pines, Master of Fright!" He proclaimed, as a baby strapped to a mother's back looked at him. Stan noticed the baby and turned around to scare it. "Boo."
This made the baby cry and the young woman turn towards the commotion. Soos was continuing to press the skulls, while Patrick, Dipper and Mabel knocked over a pile of jack-o'-melons. Stan was holding the container of fake blood only to see that it was leaking.
The store worker grabbed a walkie talkie. "Have the police come and eject the Pines family from the store," she said into it.
"NOT TODAY!" Stan yelled and tossed down a smoke bomb.
Blinded by the smoke and bright flash from it, the worker screamed, "MY EYES!" This gave the Pines and Soos an opening to run out of the store with some Summerween stuff.
As Patrick pushed his cousins in the wheelbarrow, he looked to Stan and asked, "You paid for this stuff, right?"
"Of course!"
But that was a lie. The store worker looked at what Stan used to pay for the Summerween stuff. It's just a wrinkled index card with a crude estimation of a normal dollar bill. A border with the number fifty written in each corner and "Grunkle Stan" written in the bottom center surrounding a crudely drawn picture of Stan himself with a speech balloon coming from it, declaring: "It's Money!" Above this caricature were three dollar signs; to the left of them is the word "STAN," while to the right of them is the word "BUCKS."
This was what Stan called a Stan Buck.
"I hate Summerween," the worker groaned.
Outside, Stan drove the car into an inflatable Summerween decoration, which deflated. "Let's move!" He yelled and the car switched direction and drove away.
{Play Halloween theme by John Carpenter}
But when it drove down the road, past someone that was walking on the side of the road. The figure stopped when the car pasted them. When the car was further down the road, the person walked out onto the street and faced the direction it was heading. Although the person's appearance isn't shown, they are seen carrying a large burlap sack in their right hand. However, if you looked at the hand and the sack, you can see that the pinky finger of the tattered glove was cut away.
There was no flesh on the naked finger. Just bone.
And sticking out of the sack was a person's arm. A growl was heard from the shack, before the bloodied, severed arm was pulled into the sack.
The music continues into the intro.
At the beginning of the intro, there is nothing but blackness.
Then about three seconds later, a bunch photographs started falling from above in slow motion.
Getting a closer look at one of the photographs, while others twirled and spun in the background in slow motion, shows the town of Gravity Falls from a distance.
Another picture shows the Mystery Shack during the night time, with bright lights shining thought the windows.
One photo shows a thundering sky that had a large, flying creature's shadow being seen through the dark clouds. The camera then focuses on a picture behind the previous one, showing large claw marks on a tree trunk, as more photos were seen falling.
Three photos are focused on now, one showing an angry Gnome, the second showing something that resembles the Long Ness Monster, and the third show a dinosaur tooth trapped in amber.
The camera shows the cluster of photographs continuing to fall, before angling downwards to show all of them lying on a flat surface, collecting in a pile.
The camera then gradually moves back to show more of the photos landing. After the last of the photos were on the surface, the camera moves upwards, displaying nothing but blackness again.
Then the title of the story appeared in a flash of light.
WEIRDER THINGS
It then disappeared, before the chapter title appeared.
Chapter Eleven
Summerween
{End music}
As night began to arrive in Gravity the Mystery Shack was all decorated for Summerween. Inside the house, Patrick walked into the living room with his costume on, dressed up as Ash Williams from The Evil Dead. Without his boonie hat, he was wearing a blue long-sleeved shirt, black pants and shoes, a shotgun holster on his back and with the laser shotgun he got from the future tucked in it. He didn't have time to get a fake chainsaw that he could use for Ash's chainsaw hand. He also splashed some of the fake blood on his face and body.
"Groovy," he said, mimicking the character he's dressed as.
Dipper and Mabel were in the living room with Soos, who was sitting on the chair with a bowl of candy and dressed as a superhero. They turn to look at Patrick and were sudden and amazed by the costume he was able to make in just a few hours.
"Wow! That's awesome!" Mabel exclaimed with a grin.
"Thanks," Patrick said with a smile and sat down next to them on the floor. "So, you guys ready to get out there?"
"Yeah, we are," Dipper said. "We're gonna have the best costumes, get the most candy..."
"And have the biggest stomach aches ever!" Mabel yelled.
"Yeah, boy!" Patrick cheered.
Soos then said, "Dude, I've never seen you guys so pumped. Especially you, Patrick."
"Halloween's been my favorite holiday for years," Patrick said, standing up. "While most teenagers are out and partying, I've always liked to just go out and trick-or-treat. Plus, this is going to be my first time doing it with Dipper and Mabel."
"Well then it's going to be a good time, because back at home, me and Dipper were kind of the kings of trick-or-treating." Mabel said, as Dipper handled their cousin a memory book. Patrick opened it and saw it had photos of them in all their costumes over the years. "Twins in costumes, the people eat it up."
"Well, you dudes better be careful out there," Soos said, pointing a warning finger at them. "It's a night of ghouls and goblins. Not to mention..." He turned off the lights and shined a flashlight in his face in a dramatic story telling way. "The Summerween Trickster!"
Thunder was heard crackling from outside, getting their attention.
The sounds of footsteps were heard, walking into the room was Veronica, wearing only a witch hat. "Which one of you was talking about the Summerween Trickster?" Once again, thunder was heard, with the flash of lightning.
"Wait, you know what he's talking about," asked Patrick, raising an eyebrow.
"That I do," the elderly woman said, as Soos shined the light under her face. Which she appreciated. "The Trickster is what you can say is the spirit of also Summerween. He usually is dressed as a trick-or-treater that goes door to door, so the legend goes, being an impassive observer and doing his part for both holidays. However, if you break or don't respect the traditions of Halloween, he'll punish you for it."
"Well, you don't have to worry about us," Dipper said, eating a piece of candy. "We've got spirit to go around." He suddenly started coughing, and Veronica turned back on the lights as Patrick patted Dipper on the back. After regaining his breath, "Ugh! What is this stuff? I've never even heard of these brands. Sand Pop? Gummy chairs? Mr. Adequate-Bar?"
"This is all cheap-o loser candy!" Mabel exclaimed.
Veronica sighed and shook her head in disappointment. "Why am I not surprised Stan would do this?"
"Quiet your discontent, children, lest the Trickster overhear," Soos said, after grabbing a lip gummy.
"Your cape is caught in your fly, Soos," Patrick said, as Dipper walked over to the window.
"Touché..." Soos and ate the gummy.
At the window and standing on the chair, Dipper started throwing out the candy in the trash. "Goodbye loser candy!" However, as he was doing that, someone was watching the candy being throughout. Their breathing was heavy.
Then the doorbell rang. "Trick-or-treaters." Stan said. "Quick! Give'em that terrible candy."
Patrick walked over and grabbed the bowl of candy from Dipper. Taking it over to the door, he opened it and said, "Happy Summerw—oh!" He was surprised to see Wendy and Robbie standing at the door. Robbie was wearing a skeleton sweater and Wendy had on a yellow and purple dress.
"'Sup, dork," Robbie saw with an uninterested look.
"Hey Patrick," Wendy said with a smile, before looking even more impressed by his outfit. "Cool costume! Evil Dead, right?"
"You know it, girl," Patrick said with a grin. They high-fived, before held up the candy bowl. "You two want some candy? It is Summerween."
"No, I left my jacket here. Again." Once she said that, Patrick looked to his left immediately and saw her jacket hanging on the coat hanger. Just where she always hangs it and forgets to get it from. Patrick grabbed it and hand it to her.
"So, what's with the candy and costume," Robbie asked, already starting to mock Patrick. "You're goin' trick-or-treating or something?"
"Shut up, Robbie, of course he's not going trick-or-treating," said the ginger, slipping on her jacket.
"Well, actually, I am," Patrick said.
This surprised both Robbie and Wendy. The emo then laughed. "Seriously, dude? Trick-or-treating is for babies," he said with a sneer. However, unbeknownst to them was that Dipper was listening in on the conversation. When he heard about what Robbie said about trick-or-treating. He looked down for a moment, before retreating into the living room.
"Right, like you have any better ideas for tonight," Patrick said with a scowl.
That's when Wendy got an idea. "I know! You should come to this party with us," she said with a smile. "Tambry's parents are out of town, and it's gonna be OFF THE CHAIN."
Robbie pulled out a flyer for the party from his pocket. "Not surprised you didn't hear about it," he said, before handing Patrick the flyer. It was orange with the time that said it was going to start at 9:00.
"I don't know. I just not really a party person," Patrick said with a shrug.
"Please? It'll be really cool if you make it," Wendy pledged with a hopeful smile.
Robbie rounded his eyes. "If you're not too busy playing dress up." That got him an elbow to the rib.
Patrick laughed and then said, "I'll think about it. If I can get done trick-or-treating with Dipper and Mabel before 9:00, I'll come over and hang out."
"Great!" Wendy said with a bright smile, while Robbie looked jealous. "See you then." She and Robbie turned around and walked back to Robbie's van. Patrick was about to walk back into the house, but stop when a wolf howled in the distance. He looked in the direction it came from before catching a glimpse of someone stepping behind a tree out of sight.
He looked at the tree, but when nothing happened, Patrick walked back into the house.
"Patrick, these are my best friends, Candy and Grenda," Mabel asked as she formally introduced Patrick to Candy and Grenda, who were dressed as a taffy and a witch respectively, in the lobby. Unlike her cousin's hardcore horror costume, Mabel was dressed as strawberry jelly. The twin's theme for this year was strawberry and peanut.
"I am so sweet I could eat myself," said Candy.
"Hello, Patrick!" said Grenda with a wave.
Patrick was taken aback by her very deep voice, but got over it and said, "So you already for a night of tricking and treating?"
"I've brought the toilet paper," Grenda said, pulling out a roll of toilet paper. It's Summerween, and that meant those that didn't give them candy were getting their house teepee!
Candy then asked Mabel, "Is Waddles coming with us?"
"I wish he could," Mabel said, before holding in a giggle, "but he has some very important meetings to attend!" On cue, Waddles walked into the lobby with a suit attacked to his chest. He ran up to Mabel, and she picked him up. "File these documents under 'I', for 'I have a curly tail'!"
The girls laughed, while Patrick chuckled. He really did love his cousins. They always knew how to lighten the mood. Patrick then turned to the stairs and yelled, "We're waiting on you, Dip!"
"Oh man guys, just wait until you see Dipper's costume!" Mabel exclaimed with excitement, after setting Waddles down. "It's amazing! Here he comes now!" They all turned to the stars and waited for Dipper to come down, after hearing his footsteps.
But when Dipper walked down the stairs, he wasn't in costume. He was instead dressed normally.
Patrick looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You're…going as yourself?"
"That is a very good Dipper costume," said Candy.
Mabel, however, was a little upset and confused, so she walked up to him. "What the hey-hey bro-bro, where's your costume?"
"Look, I can't go trick-or-treating. I'm... uh, really sick," said the male twin, putting his hands on his stomach. Dipper then leaned on the stair railing and started to do some really fake coughs. "Must have been that bad candy." Patrick didn't look at too sympathetic as Dipper fell on the floor. "Go on without me."
"Fight through it, man!" Mabel commanded. "Where's your Summerween spirit?" That was then followed by someone knocking on the door. Dipper opened the down and looked at the person that knocked.
That person was a seemingly innocent young boy trick-or-treater dressed in a tattered clown outfit with its colors fading, with yellow patches sewn on the front, and tattered white gloves. The boy's head seemed to be covered by a simple pumpkin mask with glowing eyes and a grin, and with a witch hat on top at a crooked angle. The boy held up his sack of candy for Dipper to put candy in and said in an innocent voice, "Trick-or-tear."
However, Dipper wasn't going to be doing the Summerween tradition. "Sorry, dude. But we're not giving out candy. Sorry."
"But wait, I —" Dipper didn't give him the chance and slammed the door shut.
Mabel looked at her twin with an upset look. "Why'd you close the door?"
"I told you, Mabel, I'm just not feeling it tonight," Dipper lied and fake coughed.
"Yeah, that's really sounded like you're dying," Patrick said with a roll of his eyes.
"I think a little trick-or-treating will make you feel better," Mabel said.
"I'm not trick-or-treating!" Dipper exclaimed, before the boy outside banged on the door again. He opened the door and glared at the boy. "Look man, just go to another house!" Dipper then slammed the door again.
"Dipper! What the hell's gotten into you?" Patrick demanded, getting really tired of his bad attitude. The boy outside knocked on the door again, only this time sounding much more angry.
"I'm not getting that."
"Then get out of my way!" Patrick pushed Dipper aside and opened the door. He smiled at the boy with the bowl of candy in his hands. "I apologize for my cousin; he's just being a pain. So, let get you some—"
"SILENCE!" Patrick was suddenly grabbed by the neck by a long demonic black hand. As he was being choked, Patrick was lifted off his feet while the others inside watched in shock and terror. That arm came from inside the shack, which was glowing orange. "It's too late for apologies. You are going to pay for insulting me…" said the boy, but now that was called into question when his voice towards into a deeper, more sinister one, and the mouth of the pumpkin head mouthed as he talked. That face changed to an eviler looking face with a wide, jagged teeth grin that spread on his face. "...with your LIVES."
More long arm came out of the sack, grabbing each of the kids by their necks and holding them up into the air. The trick-or-treater walked into the house. "Who-Who are you?" Mabel asked, struggling to get the words out.
"I'm the Summerween Trickster."
Thunder and lightning were heard from outside.
Dipper looked at him with wide eyes. "Y-You're r-real?"
"Yes, and on this night, when Hallows' Even repeats itself in Gravity Fall, and all must follow the traditions of the holiday, you have nothing to give!"
"I-I'm sick," Dipper said, struggling to breath, just like everyone else.
The arm holding him brought him close to the face of the Trickster. "You're not sick," the creature said with a grin still on his face. "Because you don't respect this day, you must suffer the consequences!"
Patrick's eyes widened and he tried to pull the strong fingers around his neck off. "Wait, please. Just give us a chance to make it up to you," he pleaded. Then he was brought over to the face of the Trickster.
The Trickster put a hand on his chin and started to think for a moment. When he came to a conclusion, his evil grin slowly returned to his face. "Alright, I'll give you a chance," he said, dropping him and everyone on the ground. As they coughed and took deep breathes, the black arms retreated back into the sack. However, the last one brought over a jack-o-melon, and the Trickster grabbed it and balanced it on his finger. "You have until the last jack-o-melon goes out in Gravity Falls to collect 500 pieces of candy and bring it to me. If you can, I will let you live." He blew out the fire in the melon. "But if you can't…"
The black hand came back out and crushed the jack-o-melon in its grip. Sending the message clear to the kids.
"Five hundred treats in one night? That's impossible!" Dipper shouted.
"The choice is yours." The Trickster walked backwards, stepping onto the porch with his grin still on his face. "Tonight, you either trick-or-treater…" as he said the next part, green saliva was dripping from his mouth. "…or die."
Two arms from the sack shot out and pulled the demon up. As the group ran outside to watch the Trickster, two more arms came out. Patrick and the kids stared in terror as the Trickster laughed while being carried by his sack. With the four arms, he crawled across the Shack's roof and out of sight on the other side.
"Oh my God Mabel, do you realize what this means," Dipper said in fear.
"I do." First, it looked like Mabel truly understood the situation that they were in. However, she then smiled and exclaimed with joy. "It means you have to come trick-or-treating! Yay!"
Just then, Wendy came running towards the Mystery Shack. Out of breath from running towards the Shack, she stopped and put her hands on her knees to catch her breath. "I can't…believe…I keep…forgetting thing…" she complained to herself in between pants. Wendy then looked up, she saw Patrick and the other outside with looks of shock and fear. Worried about him, she walked on over.
"Who was that guy," asked Candy.
"It's the legend Soos told us about. He's real!" Patrick said in fear.
Grenda grabbed Dipper and started shaking him frantically. "What do we do what do we DO!"
"What's goin' on out here, dudes," asked Wendy when she came over.
"Wendy!" Patrick exclaimed, and ran up to her. "The Summerween Trickster's real, is making us trick-or-treat or else he's gonna kill us!" Thunder and lightning boomed in the sky.
"I got a picture!" Candy pulled out her phone and showed Wendy the picture she took; the picture has a pink and fluffy outline, stickers, and a Korean word.
"The Summerween Trickster?" Wendy looked skeptical at the kids and Patrick. Thunder and lightning boomed in the sky. "Dude, the Trickster's a myth. Something that some guy like Soos came up with long ago to scare off kids."
"I'm not lying to you, Wendy," Patrick said before showing her the grip marks on his neck, which made her flinch at the sight of them. "The Trickster attacked us and is going to eat us unless we get five hundred pieces of candy."
"How are we gonna get that much candy in one night," asked an anxious Dipper. "There's no way!"
Standing on a crate, Mabel clapped her hands, and everyone came up to her. "Listen up, people," Mabel started. "Now some might say that being cursed by a blood-thirsty holiday monster is a bad thing."
"I wet myself," Grenda said.
"But that monster messed with the wrong crew. With Candy's spirit, Grenda's strength, Dipper's brains, Wendy's coolness, and Patrick's courage, we'll get 500 pieces of candy and have fun doing it too, even if it takes all night!"
They all cheered together.
"Alright then, I guess I'm a part of this adventure, huh?" Wendy asked, but didn't look all that against the idea.
"I'm really sorry for dragging you into Wendy…" Patrick was stopped by Wendy putting a finger on his lips.
"It's fine. In fact, I think there's something that could help." That got the others to face her. "I remember one day messing around in the library one day and remembered looking at a book that talked about the Summerween Trickster." Thunder and lightning boomed in the sky.
"How does that keep happening," asked Candy, looking up at the sky.
"Find the book and whatever you can about the Trickster. We'll focus on staying alive," Patrick said. The group of trick-or-treaters broke off from Wendy and ran over towards the streets of Gravity Falls.
Wendy ran to the Mystery Cart and jumped in. She had to get the library quickly. Starting the engine, she slammed on the ignition drove to her destination.
When Wendy arrived at the Summerween decorated library, she jumped out of the cart and ran up the stairs. Grabbing the handles of the doors, she tried to pull them open, but they were locked. "Damnit! Come on!" the redhead yelled in frustration.
She took a deep breath and calmed her nerves. "Okay, Wendy, thing. How do you get into a locked building," Wendy asked herself and though for a moment. She then remembered the Dust 2 Dawn adventure and the Windmill Vandals. Wendy also remembered how Patrick used the roof to get into the convenience store.
Walking around the library to the right side of it, she saw a ladder that led up to the roof.
"What would Patrick do?" Wendy smiled and placed her fists on her hips.
All around the streets of Gravity falls, the children and adults alike were out trick-or-treating. All of them were dressed in their own customs. Manly Dan and his sons were dressed as Vikings and smashing through the door of a house with a battering ram. The people inside screamed in fear. Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland were dressed as their opponents. And then there were the Pines and their friends, with Dipper rolling the wheelbarrow for their candy. Patrick had grabbed a jack-o-melon and placed it in the cart. The Trickster said to get the candy before the last melon gone out, so if the town blows out theirs, they'll still have one more to extend their time.
"I don't understand why we can't just buy our candy and be done with it," Dipper said.
"That sorta takes the fun out of trick-or-treat-or-die," said Mabel.
"We're trying to take the DIE out of trick-or-treat-or-die," Patrick said as they walked up to their first house; the house of Lazy Susan. The woman was standing outside of her door and handing candy to another group of trick-or-treaters. She was dressed as a ball of string, with two cats with their faces painted white hanging off her.
When the Mystery Crew came up to her house, they all said, "Trick-or-Treat!"
"Is everyone in costume?" Asked the bizarre woman. Susan first pointed at Grenda. "Chimney sweep." She pointed to Patrick. "Ice cream man." Patrick looked at her in confusion as Susan pointed at Candy. "Squeegee." She pointed at Mabel. "Ant farm!" When she came to Dipper, who looked uninterested, Susan then said, "Oh, and what are you supposed to be?"
"As a sad little boy," Patrick said.
"Uh, actually, I'm not dressed up as anything," Dipper corrected his cousin's statement. "We're, we're kinda in a hurry, here."
But he should have gone with what Patrick said, as Lazy Susan looked upset. "Oh. I see," she said and gave everyone except Dipper one piece of candy. "Enjoy!" And then she slammed the door on them.
All of them stood there on the porch for a moment, before glaring at Dipper. "Way to go, Dipper," said Patrick, accusingly.
"What? What did I do?" Dipper asked as they walked onto the sidewalk to look at their treats.
"One piece of black licorice?" Grenda held up the candy.
Candy pulled out her treat in disappointment. "Circus peanut! This is loser candy."
"Four pieces of candy?!" Dipper exclaimed in shock. "This is gonna take forever!"
"We've gotta up our game, Dipper," Mabel said, pointing a finger at him. "You gotta put on your costume."
"I told you, I'm not up to it, Mabel!" Dipper tried to push that narrative with a fake cough.
"Oh, really?" The group heard a familiar, terror voice. Turning around, they saw the Summerween Trickster sitting on top of a street lamp. "You're still trying to use that old line," the Trickster asked Dipper. Using a served, bloodied arm to point at the boy.
When the group saw the arm, they were horrified at the sight of it. Knowing that it wasn't fake.
"Oh, where'd you get that," Patrick asked nervously.
The entity dropped down to the ground right in front of them, frightening the kids and making them step back. "It was just another kid," said the Trickster, using the hand of the arm to touch Dipper's cheek and have him look straight at him. "Just like you he felt like he was getting too old for trick-or-treating and when he started to talk able how he hated Halloween and taking down the decorations…well he was warned."
The Trickster took a bite out of the arm, sickening and terrifying the kids even more. He then put the arm into his sack and walked away. Grabbing a jack-o-melon from a house's yard and turning around to face the kids.
"You should be grateful. I didn't give him a chance." He blew out the light in the fruit and the arms from the sack carried him over another house.
As they stood there in horror, the group then looked to Dipper with scowls. "Still feeling too old to trick-or-treat," asked Patrick. Dipper sighed and kicked a rock.
Afterwards, Dipper finally got his act together and agreed to put on the costume to survive the Trickster. "Introducing, for the first time in public..." Mabel said to the group, before Dipper came walking out in his costume, a jar of peanut butter. "TADAH! Peanut Butter and Jelly!"
"Awwwww!" Patrick, Grenda, and Candy cooed.
"Don't you look adorable," said the teenager with a smirk.
Candy then took out her phone. "I will make you internet famous,"
said the little Asian girl, before taking a picture.
"Hey! Erase that!" Dipper protested.
"Alright, let's get this over with," Patrick said, and the group head on over to their next house. As he followed, Patrick pulled out his phone and called Wendy. "Hey, Wendy. You found anything yet?"
"No, and I'm sure I'm looking in the right place," Wendy said into the phone, looking through the shelves with a fire lantern shining light. "All of it is just these kids' books about the Trickster." She stopped when she saw a more familiar book. Taking it off the shelve, Wendy said that it was a book bond in leather, and when she opened it, saw it was written and illustrated in red ink. "Yes! Found it!"
"How do you know about that book?" Patrick asked on the phone.
"Eh, I used to date this guy."
"Do I even want to know about the rest," Patrick asked as the group came up to their next house. And shadier looking one. He was standing back with Candy and Grenda, as Mable and Dipper walked up to the house to ring the doorbell. "Anyways, we're about to trying out the twin's strategy to get us more candy."
"You sure it's going to work?" Wendy asked. Patrick looked to the twins as the person inside opened the door. That person was the very same biker that Mabel met at the Skull Fracture. The biker looked down at the twins with a grunt and a bowl of candy in his hand.
Dipper and Mabel then started dancing. "Hat a ta tah, Tah tah ta... TWIIIIINS!"
All was silent as the biker stared at them. Fearing that it wasn't going to work, the man suddenly smiled and teared up. He then dumped the entire candy bowl in the kids' bag. Mabel and Dipper smile as they ran off. As he watched the kids run off, the biker's beautiful wife came up to him and hugged his arms. Giving him a loving kiss on the cheek.
"I think we're going to be just fine," Patrick told Wendy, before he, Candy and Grenda followed the twins to get more candy.
And so, began a race against the clock to get all 500 pieces of candy. Each time they got candy from trick-or-treating, they dumped it all into the wheelbarrow as Patrick pushed it. Making sure to count each piece and keep a record of them. Although, Candy would make it a joke by sitting in the candy and include herself. Because her name is "Candy". As for getting the most candy, the twins would use their cuteness. Resulting in the people just dumping all the candy in their bowls. When they reach about into the 100s, people were starting to blow out jack-o-melons and call it a night. The group had to work faster. And they did so, nearly drying the houses of their candy.
Meanwhile, at the library, Wendy was looking through the book that should have the information she was looking for. Like she told Patrick, she knew about this book because Wendy remembered it was something that one of her exes were into. Monsters, ghosts, and the occult, he loved it all and would get really creep with it. That's why she dumped him.
Flipping through the pages, she raised an eyebrow or cringed at the sight of some of the things in the book. It was like looking at Dipper's journal, but with more demonic stuff. "Not it," she said with a bored look. Then turned the page. "Not it." She turned the page. "Not—wait!" Wendy exclaimed, and pulled the book closer to herself. There it was. The Summer Trickster's chapter. It had the image of the Trickster in a crude drawing.
Feeling uneased by it, Wendy swallowed a gulp and read the page:
Long ago, there was a troubled boy who loved Halloween. He loved it so much that he would impatiently wait every year for it to come again. One night, when his parents were not home, the boy decided to celebrate Halloween again in the summer. Dressing in his best custom, he went trick-or-treating, but when the people didn't give him candy and told him to go home, the trouble boy got mad. He started to use harmful pranks as his 'tricks', before the town had enough, and chased him away.
Still mad, the boy stole a book of magic, not knowing that it was filled with dark powers. He then summoned a demon, who lied to the boy that he was actually a magical being that could grant him any wish. The boy wished for Halloween to come twice a year. The demon argued, but then suddenly attacked the boy, possessing his body and taking over. Killing the troubled boy's soul and using it as its own body.
Bond by the deal that was made, the demon would appear the next day, and tricked the town into celebrating Halloween for a second time of the year. Summerween was created, and the demon would only appear on this holiday. Earning him a new name; the Summerween Trickster!
Taken out of the frightening story, Wendy was startled by the sound of thunder and lightning outside. When she calmed down, Wendy looked at the book with wide eyes. "This is crazy." She whispered, before closing the book and picked it up. "I've got to find Patrick."
After picking the lock of the door, Wendy kicked the doors open and ran down towards the cart. However, when she got down the stairs and was about to jump into the car, the ginger felt something was off. Like something was looking at her.
She looked behind the seat and the cart, but didn't see anything.
Wendy shook her head to clear it and started the cart. Wendy quickly drove away towards the neighborhood of Gravity Falls.
Unbeknownst to her, Wendy was being watched. Up on the roof of the library, the Trickster watched her with his glowing grin.
Patrick rang the doorbell of Toby Determine's office/house. And when the man opened the door and stepped out into the night. "Hello."
The sight of the man's ugly face made the group scream in freight. "What a horrible mask!" Mabel yelled, pointing at Toby.
"That's just my face."Toby said with a sad face. He then grabbed a monster mask and put it on. "This is a mask. Roar!"
The kids looked at it and started talking to each other in agreement. Now seeing what Toby was talking about. However, they also said that the mask was actually better than his real face. This just made Toby in distress.
After he gave them candy, Patrick rolled the wheelbarrow to the sidewalk. "There's only a few more houses to go!" He exclaimed with a grin. "We can get this done if we split up!"
"We're almost there, guys! Mabel said, before turning and running off. "Let's go!" Dipper, Candy, and Grenda followed after her.
Patrick was about to go too, but then Robbie's van pulled out of a corner street and drove down in the direction of the Pines teenager. Patrick stared at the vehicle as it pulled up next to him. The window facing Patrick rolled down and Robbie looked at him with a scowl. "Hey, loser. Where's Wendy? I haven't seen her in hours after she ran back to your house."
"She's not with us at the moment. She's at the library," Patrick answered honestly.
Robbie turned off the car and got out. "Why would she be there?" He questioned Patrick. "The party isn't there."
"We're kind of in the middle of something important," Patrick said with a frown, before he heard another vehicle coming towards them. The two boys looked at Wendy as the ginger parked the golf cart and ran over to them.
"Patrick!" She called to him.
"Wendy?" Both Patrick and Robbie asked with wide eyes.
When she approached him with the book from the library, Patrick asked, "What's going on?"
"I've found out about the Trickster. Where are the others?" She asked with a voice of urgency. "We've got to find them!"
"They went off to go trick-or-treat at the last few houses," Patrick told her, now starting to feel worried about what she found. "What—" Wendy didn't give him a chance to respond and grabbed his hand.
"What's going on Wendy—Wendy?!" Robbie exclaimed when his girlfriend pulled Patrick's arm as they started running after the Pines twins and Mabel's friends. "What about the party?!"
There was no response, and Robbie was left all alone on the streets. He growled in anger and kicked a pebble across the ground.
"Girl trouble?" Robbie was startled and when he turned around towards the voice, he saw the Trickster standing a few feet away. But to Robbie, he was just another kid out trick-or-treating.
He scoffed at the Trickster and crossed his arms. "And how would you know about my problems you…" Robbie's insult was brought to a pause and looked closely at the Trickster's form. "What are you supposed to be?"
"That's not really important," said the Trickster, walking over to the teenager. "But it seems to me like you're not really having a good night."
"Well, yeah! I don't know why she keeps wanting to hang out with Patrick!" Robbie complained. For the Trickster, this was too perfect. A jealous teenager with his girlfriend off with his rival, and his new victims' wheelbarrow was right next to them.
"Sounds to me like you could use a treat," said the demon, gesturing with his arm at the wheelbarrow filled with candy. "He's taking something from you. So why not take something from him?"
Robbie looked at the Trickster with a raised eyebrow. He really wanted to get back at Patrick for stealing his girlfriend, but he knew that if he took the whole thing, Wendy would know that it was him. So, he just grabbed a lollipop by its stick and held it up. "I like the way you think, kid," he said with a sneer. "Happy Summerween."
The Trickster watched as Robbie got back into his car and drove away. He was feeling very disappointed in that he only took one piece of candy. However, this could still play into his favor.
The children he was hunting were looking for 500 hundred pieces of candy. But if they had one piece…well, he'll get what he wanted.
The Trickster then heard the sound of talking coming his way and looked up to see the children walking towards their wheelbarrow of candy, including that girl from the library.
Leaving the jack-o-melon lit for them to summon him, he disappeared into the darkness.
They had done it. In just one night, Patrick and the kids have collected exactly 500 pieces of candy. But their troubles weren't over. After moving to be in front of the junkyard, the group listened as Wendy explained what the Trickster actually was.
"He's a demon?" Candy and Grenda asked in terror, holding each other in a hug.
"That explains all of the things he's able to do," Dipper said, pacing around with a hand on his chin. He then pulled out the journal. "There's got to be something in here about dealing with demons."
"So, what are we going to do now," asked Mabel.
Patrick thought for a moment, before turning to Wendy and picking up the jack-o-melon from the wheelbarrow. "Wendy, I want you to get out of here. We'll handle the Trickster," he told her.
Wendy was a shocked at this. "And just leave you guys? I don't think so," she said with a determined glare.
"I'm serious!" Patrick exclaimed, arguing with her. "We've never faced anything like this before, and I'm not going to let you get hurt if this doesn't go well."
"No way, man. I may be lazy and unreliable at work, but I'm not going to turn away from this," Wendy proclaimed. "Not when my friends are in danger!"
Patrick stared at her as she glared at him. He didn't expect this from her at all. When her friends turned on him at the Dust 2 Dawn, she sided with them. Then, when the Mystery Shack had its party, Wendy made a promise to him so that she could party too. But not this time. Patrick could tell that she was really willing to stay with him and the kids.
He sighed and turned towards the jack-o-melon in his hands. The jack-o-melons in front of all the houses had gone out. No lights from the houses were on. Only the street lights were on, and not even they could fully illuminate the streets.
"Here goes nothing." And with that, Patrick below out the candle.
First, there was silence.
Then, the Summerween Trickster came walking up towards them. Coming into view as he walked underneath the street light in front of the group of kids. He stopped and lifted his head, showing his glowing eyes. "Trick-or-treat," he said, and Patrick dropped the jack-o-melon on the ground. Making it smash into pieces.
"So, you weren't bluffing," he said.
"I never go back on a deal," the Trickster said, walking forward and dragging his sack on the ground. He then stopped a few feet away from them, as the kids glared at the demon. "So, children. Where's my candy?"
Patrick went around to the back of the wheelbarrow and grabbed the handles, before bringing it over to the front of the Trickster. "It's all here. Just like we promised," he said with a narrow glare.
There was a silence in the air, as Patrick walked back to join the others. The Trickster looked to Wendy, who stared with the same glare with her arms crossed. "So, I'm guessing that you know the truth," he said, looking to Patrick, his cousins, and Mabel's friends.
"You mean the fact that you're not really a spirit of Summerween, but a demon?" Mabel pointed accusingly at the demon, before crossing her arms. "Yeah, we're aware."
"You're nothing more than a demon that tricked a boy," Dipper said, before another thought entered his head. "Wait, are you still possessing his body?"
The Trickster smiled and held up his hand. "I am. However, it…" he took off the glove of his clown costume and the kids gasped in horror. The hand was reduced to nothing more than bones, with only a few pieces of rotting human flesh. It didn't look like it was eaten, but instead looked like it was decaying. "…hasn't aged well. But it's to be expected when you possess a body that isn't yours. Now then."
From the sack, the demonic black arms came out reaching out. Moving to the wheelbarrow, they grabbed handfuls of the treats and pulled them into the sack. And with each hand that was pulled back into it, another arm would reach out and grab more candy.
"I must say that, I'm impressed that you managed to pull this off," the Trickster said to the group with his sinister grin. "I honestly didn't think that you would—" his sentence came to an abrupt stop when one of the black hands reached into the wheelbarrow and felt around it. There was no more candy.
First, Patrick and the others thought that it was all over, but when the Trickster paused like that, it raised concerns. And those concerns turned to fear when the Trickster started to cackle menacingly. "What are you laughing about," asked Patrick.
"I'm afraid that you fail."
"What?!"
"I told you to bring me five hundred pieces of candy, but there's only 499 pieces!"
The kids gasped in shock. "But that can't be!" Candy exclaimed fearfully.
"I swear, we had all 500 pieces. We counted it all ourselves! We couldn't have miscounted!" Dipper said in a pleading tone, as Mabel and her friends nodded while holding each other.
However, the Trickster held his sack out in front of him, and four arms came reaching out from it. "I'm afraid it's too late!" He said with his grin growing bigger than before, and those arms from the sack came down. Making the ground rumble as they slammed their palms on it. "Your time is up, and now it is time for you to pay—"
Patrick quickly pulled out his laser shotgun and blew the right side of the Trickster's head off. Pumpkin bits and the witch hat flew everywhere as the shocked demon stumbled back. The arms tried to grab at Patrick, but before they could he fired the future weapon again. This time hitting the Trickster in the chest and making a hole in his chest, as bone fragments blew out the back. Patrick fire a third time and it destroyed the arm that was holding onto the sack, making it drop to the ground. The Trickster didn't make any sounds of pain, before the eyes stopped glowing and the body collapsed to the ground. The old bones of the boy that was possessed broke apart, and then shattered.
The group looked at the dead body and the arms from the sack that were just lying there on the ground. "Well, that was easy," said Mabel.
"Come on, let's get out of here." Patrick said, before they exited out of the judge yard and walked towards the Mystery Cart. Wendy got into the driver's seat while Dipper and Mabel sat next to her. Candy and Grenda sat in the back seats, but before Patrick could hop on with them a strong gust of wind blew from behind him.
He turned around and looked. And what he saw made his eyes widen with terror. "Uh, guys?"
The arms that came from the sack were moving again. Four more arms came out, and grabbed the ground. And then crawling out of the small sack came a tall and thin, black-purple humanoid creature with elongated limbs. Along with its six arms, its six arms that now had claws at the end, it had two digitigrade legs with hooves for feet. As for the head, it was round with no visible ears, two crocked horns on the back of the head, and its face looked very much like a Halloween carved pumpkin, with its glowing yellow eyes and glowing mouth with jagged black teeth. It also had a pointy, elongated nose that looked like a witch's nose.
"That… was a big mistake," the Trickster said in his true form.
Patrick turned to the others and yelled, "Let's get out here!" He was about to climb into the cart, but then he was grabbed the ankle by the Trickster and pulled back. Making him drop his laser shotgun. Patrick screamed as Wendy and the twins got out of the cart.
"Patrick!" They all yelled in panic.
The Trickster laughed with sinister glee, as Patrick was left hanging from his ankle. "Time for a new body!" the demon exclaimed, before turning and running off at fast speeds.
"What are we gonna do!" Mabel yelled and grabbed her head. They then heard a futuristic sound and looked to see that Wendy picked up Patrick's shotgun and glared in the direction the Trickster went.
"We're going to get Patrick back."
After following the Trickster and Patrick's yells for help, the Mystery Grew reached where it was going. A single, lone, small cabin in the woods that looked like it wasn't lived in for years. Wendy parked the cart and got out of the vehicle with the others. She had the shotgun, while Dipper, Mabel, Grenda, and Candy were armed with gardening tools that they found in the cart.
Wendy kicked down the door and rushed in. "Patrick?! Patrick!"
"Patrick, where are you!?" Dipper shouted out for his cousin. However, all they saw was that the place was dark and very run down. When Mabel flicked the light switch, it didn't work. They were then startled by the sound of painful moans and groans.
"Look!" Grenda said, pointing to a basement door on the floor with her rake. They all listened and could hear the sounds coming from there too.
Opening the doors, they looked down into the cellar with hesitation and fear. Dipper gulped and pulled out a flashlight for them to see down there. He was the first one to go into the cellar, with the others following close behind. The air down there was suddenly much colder than it was up top, and there was some frost on the walls. Each step of the wooden stairs made a creaking sound that made them flinch. Once they reached the bottom, Dipper shined his flashlight around to see where Patrick and the Trickster was. He found one of them, and gasped.
Laying in a bed with the covers covering the lower half of his body was Patrick. The moonlight shining down on him from a window. But there was something not right. His skin wasn't its normal color anymore. It had started to turn purple, with his once black hair now a pale grey.
Patrick looked at the group, and his eyes had changed too. His black eyes were now glowing yellow. His heavy breathing produced a puff of smoke. "Dipper…" he said in the voice of the Trickster. "Come here…"
While the others were hanging back with frightened looks, Dipper swallowed his fears and approached the bed. "Patrick? Is that you?"
"Dipper, it be lovely if I could have…" the person they believe to be Patrick started to grin in a menacing way, as he leaned towards the frightened Dipper. "…a cup…of…TEA!" He pulled back the covers and revealed a tea plate with two cups of tea, a bowl of sugar, a teaspoon, and the tea itself.
Dipper screamed. Wendy, Mabel, Grenda, and Candy screamed. However, after realizing that it was only tea and that the demon had played them as fools, they stopped screaming and glared at him. "Alright, pal! What have you done with Patrick!"
"She's in here, with us."
Suddenly, Patrick's body went back to normal, as he fought for control of his body. "Guys, you've got to help me!" He pleaded, before his hands slammed on his mouth. Then the Trickster took over again, and his skin, hair, and eyes returned to what they were before.
"Whoops. That one slipped out," the demon said with a chuckle.
"You won't get away with this!" Dipper declaimed.
"Yeah!" Everyone else cheered.
"Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it?" the demon mocked them. "If you try and kill me in Patrick's body, you're taking him down with me." The Trickster then looked at his new body's hand and saw that some spots of Patrick's had were starting to return to their normal color. "And after I'm done taking over, his soul will die, and I'll be in control! And it's all thanks to that dumbass of a boyfriend of yours!"
Wendy lowered the shotgun and looked at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"That boy was jealous of Patrick here and how you always were so nice to him. I just used that and offered for him to take your candy!" The Trickster revealed, making the group gasp in shock. "But that spineless wimp only took one piece of candy. But then again, it was fun to see the looks on your faces when you found out about how much you really had!"
As the Trickster laughed, Dipper gasped. "We did have 500 pieces of candy. You cheated us on the deal!" He yelled, pointing at the demon.
"I'm a demon! There are no corners I'm not willing to cut to get my way. I couldn't take the candy because that would be against our deal."
"So, you used my boyfriend to steal from us." Wendy put the pieces together and it made her tighten her grip on the shotgun. "You trick him into doing it so you could kill us!"
"Once I'm done with your friend, I'm still going to kill you all." The Trickster started to laugh. As he did, the group watched with horrified expressions as the possessed Patrick's head turned and rotated a complete 360 degrees. Once he was done, he looked at Dipper and his cheeks puffed. The demon then suddenly vomited a large amount of blood onto the boy. Sending him knocking back into his sister and friends.
"What are we going to do?" Wendy asked, pacing around the living room of the house. After Dipper got blood vomited on him, the group retreated up top to the living room to figure out what they were going to do.
Dipper sighed in guilt, as he and Mabel sat on the couch. Candy and Grenda were on the floor. "This is all my fault! I just felt like I was getting a little too old to go trick-or-treating, and now look where it got us."
"But Dipper, that's exactly why we need to go trick-or-treating. We're getting older, there's not that many Halloweens left," Mabel said, before bringing her legs up and hugging them to her body. "I wanted to go trick-or-treating with Patrick because I wanted our first Halloween to be special together."
Wendy looked at the kids for a moment, before sighing and sitting down with the twins. "Your sister's right Dipper," she said, getting their attention. "When I was your age, I was so ready to grow up and I just…stopped trick-or-treating with my family just so I could hang out with the cool kids…now, I wish I could just go back and do things differently."
Candy was thinking for a moment, before she snapped her fingers. "I've got it! We can do an exorcism on Patrick to get the demon out!"
"How are we going to do that," asked Grenda.
Dipper then peaked up when he remembered something. "Wait a minute! I remember something about performing a basic exorcism," he said, pulling out the journal and started flipping through the pages. The others waited with anticipation. He then stopped when he found the page. "Here it is! 'To perform an exorcism; put on a flowing garment.'"
He, Mabel, Candy and Grenda turned their heads and looked to Wendy. When seeing that she was the one that they were staring at, the ginger jumped off the couch, took off her jacket, and looked down at her yellow and purple dress. "Are you guys sure about this," she asked. Although it was a one-piece dress, the skirt didn't reach down to her feet and wasn't really that flowy.
"It's the best that we've got to work with," Dipper said, before handing her the journal.
Wendy looked at the page and read it. "'Incantation to exorcise demon'…What the hell? 'Hullabaloo, howdy doo! Musty prawns and Timbuktu!'" Wendy stopped for a moment and looked at Dipper and Mabel. This couldn't really be the incantation. The twins simply nodded and so, the teenage girl continued on. "'Yeltzy bye, hippity hoo! Kick 'em in the dishpan! Hoo-hoo-hoo!" After finishing, Wendy looked really puzzled and weirded out "Kick 'em in the dishpan? Hoo-hoo-hoo?"
Even the kids looked a little off-put by the words, but simply shrugged.
Wendy shivered from the cold, as she was no standing in front of Patrick's bed. More spots on his skin were starting to turn back to normal, and even his hair was going back to being black. Dipper, Mabel, Candy, and Grenda waited by the stairs, watching Wendy.
Although freezing her butt off from the intense cold, Wendy took a deep breath and then released it. She promised Patrick that she wasn't going to leave him when he was in danger, and she wasn't going to break that promise now.
"Hullabaloo, howdy doo!" She started, moving her arms up and down like she was a cheerleader. "Musty prawns and timbuktu! Yeltzy bye, hippity hoo!" Wendy then kicked the air. "Kick 'em in the dishpan! Hoo-hoo-hoo!" She finished the incantation with her fist in the air and grinned anxiously.
The demon possessing Patrick's body looked at her with a raised eyebrow. There was an unnerving silence in the cellar. The Trickster then started to laugh at Wendy, who looked dejected see that it didn't work. "What was that supposed to do—" Suddenly, he groaned in pain and grabbed Patrick's stomach.
Wendy watched with wide eyes and jaws hanging as this happened. Then blood started to come from Patrick's mouth, before leaning forwards and vomited out the Trickster, who was now a small version of himself. Patrick's body returned to its normal self and the teenager collapsed on the bed.
On the floor, the Trickster was shaking. His body was still small and weak, but was starting to grow back into its normal size. Panicking, Wendy looked back at the journal and saw the final step. The demon growled and rose up, still very weak from getting cast out of Patrick. "You cunt!" He reached out to grab at Wendy, but wasn't able to. His body was too large and was now stuck. "I'll rip you able and rape that pretty little body of yours!"
Wendy glared at the demon with determination and hate. "You shouldn't have threatened my friends and possessed Patrick," she growled. With him stuck where he was, she was able to repeat the incantation. "Hullabaloo, howdy doo!" The Trickster felt his skin burning and looked to see his arms starting to catch on fire. "Musty prawns and Timbuktu!"
"Stop it! Don't you dare finish—" He yelled in pain as more parts of his body were starting to catch on fire. Then cabin started to catch on fire.
"Yeltzy bye, hippity hoo!"
"STOP IT!"
"Kick 'em in the dishpan! Hoo-hoo-hoo!"
"NOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" The Trickster suddenly became engulfed in a wall of flames as he screamed in total agony. Wendy and the kids watched in awe as the fire died down and there was nothing left. Not even the flames that were spreading on the ceiling and walls of the cabin were there anymore.
It was all over. The Summerween Trickster was banished back to his dimension.
"Ugh." Wendy gasped when she heard Patrick groan. The teenage boy sat up and rubbed his head after getting hit with a massive headache. He then looked around and saw that they were in some dark room and looked at Wendy. "Wendy, what's going on?"
"You're okay!" Wendy exclaimed, running to him and hugging him tightly. Then Dipper and Mabel ran over and hugged their cousin with tears in their eyes. They were so close to losing him, that they were scared to death for him. Candy and Grenda also dogpiled onto them, making everyone laugh. They had survived the night, and everyone was well.
After exiting the house, the others told Patrick about what had happened to him and how they had to exorcise the Trickster out of his body. He was still having a hard time believing all the terror they witnessed and survived in just one night. They all hoped into the cart and drove out of the woods and back to the Mystery Shack.
"Hey, Stan and Grandma!" Patrick greeted as he walked into the living room with his cousins, Wendy, Candy, and Grenda following behind. Stan was sitting on the couch watching TV.
"Hi, Grunkle Stan and Graunt Veronica!" Dipper and Mabel said.
"Hello, Mr. Pines!" Wendy, Candy, and Grenda said as they were the last ones to enter.
"How's it hangin'," Stan waved at them with a smile.
Wendy then got a call from her phone and she answered it, as the others sat down on around the living room with Stan. "Talk to me," she answered, going over to the table in the dining area.
"Yo, Wendy. Where are you?" asked Tambry on the other side. Wendy's eyes widened. Did she really forget about the party? How?
Oh, right. The demon thing. When she thought about the night and danger she's just had tonight, she looked at Patrick, as he watched a cheesy B-Movie. Wendy remembered that those kinds of movies were a bit of a guilt pleasure for him, as he finds some of them just funny to watch. She felt a smile on her lips. Wendy couldn't really explain it, but when she saw that Patrick was okay after the exorcism, her heart practically leapt with joy. It was like Wendy won't know what to do if he died. "I was trick-or-treating. With Patrick and his family."
"Really? Isn't trick-or-treating, like, for babies?"
"Not when it's with them," she said with honesty. "Just wished I could've picked something different to wear."
"The party was lame anyway. Robbie ate a lollipop stick-first and had to go home sick."
Wendy brought her hand up to cover her mouth, keeping herself from laughing. Showed that jerk for stealing candy. Though, she really couldn't fault him for putting them in danger with the Trickster. He did get fooled into stealing that lollipop. "Alright, well, see you later," the redhead said and ended the call. Wendy then walked over and sat down on the floor next to Patrick.
"Aw, man. We went to every single house, and we didn't even get to eat any candy!" Mabel then complained.
"Candy?" Stan reached behind the couch and pulled out two large pillowcases of candy and held them up. "How's that for candy?"
The kids broke out into grins.
"And now back to the fear guide from Terror Town Street." The TV said as it was showing a Summerween marathon. It then showed a woman screaming, before cutting to a cheaply made alien going 'NYNG'. This repeated for a while.
As for the Pines family and friends, they were changed out of their costumes, with the exception of Patrick and Wendy, as they were wearing casual clothes with a few things added and the redhead was wearing only a dress and jacket. The younger kids were now in shorts, T-shirts, and shoes. Candy, Grenda, and Wendy had called their parents and told them that they were going to be staying at the Mystery Shack, with the permission of Stan to stay the night. Now they were all sitting around the living room, eating the candy Stan go that was now lying on the floor.
As she sat next to him, Wendy pulled out the laser shotgun and placed it on Patrick's lap. When he felt the gun in his lap, he looked down and was a little surprised to see it. Patrick looked to Wendy and saw her smiling at him. He smiled back and holstered the laser gun.
"You know, kids? I've been thinkin'," Stan declared, and everyone turned to him. "At the end of the day, Summerween isn't about candy or costumes. Or even scaring people. It's a day when the whole family can get together at one place and celebrate what really matters: PURE EVIL! HAHAHAHAHA!"
Everyone joined in and laughed maniacally like evil beings and then stopped abruptly. They looked at the audience and said, "Happy Summerween!"
AN: After a long hiatus to do the other stories, I'm back with "Weirder Things", and what better way to get back to the story than the Summerween chapter!
Again, I'm sorry for taking so long. I'm going to be trying something different that'll allow me to try and update stories that are in need of an update while also doing three updates for a story that's my main focus.
So! What do you think about this new telling of Summerween? I know that's it's a very long one, but one I was excited to do. I'm not really a big horror movie watcher, but I wanted to make sure that there was a good amount of horror movie references. From The Texas Chainsaw Massacre opening credits, to Patrick dressed up as Ash Williams, and then the Courage the Cowardly Dog part at the end, which was inspired and based on the episode "The Demon in the Mattress", which was a spoof of The Exorcist.
As for the Summerween Trickster's child body, it was actually inspired by and paying homage to the Halloween series. With the clown part of the costume being the one that Michael Myers wore as a boy, while the skeleton body, pumpkin head, and witch hat were actually inspired by the three masks from Season of the Witch.
This was also another chapter for Patrick and Wendy to become closer. Showing just how much Wendy's willing to do for Patrick and his family. It also shows that she really does care a lot about him.
I've also been trying to find out about a way that the two of them could have a fight about. Sure, they're going to get together, but they'll also have to have bumps in the road and argue. That way they could try and become better for each other.
And with "Summerween" over with, we'll move back to "Little Dipper", and then to the rest of the chapter. By the way, I'm going to be skipping "Bottomless Pit!" and some other episodes. If there are any episodes that you want me to skip over, then please tell me.
Thank you very much for reading. "Weirder Things" will return. Please be sure to Favorite and Follow if you like the story, and also Review it so that I know that I'm doing good and what to improve. If you any questions or discussions you'd have for me, then please in a Review or a PM me.
Thank you for reading, may God bless you, and have a wonderful day.