Look, starting another fic. The Descendants version of Goosebumps. I couldn't resist this idea, and kept thinking about it. Starting with the daughter of the most famous Goosebumps protagonist.

"Boo!"

Rosemary Chen rolled her eyes as her brother dropped a plastic spider down the back of her dress.

"Please try to be a little more original, James," she said drily, reaching down her back and plucking it off. "It must be a dead spider. It's not moving one bit." She pretended to inspect it closely. "And I've never seen a spider this shiny."

James scowled. "You stink, Rosemary," he said. "I can never scare you."

"Because your ideas of scares are totally lame," said Rosemary, returning her gaze to her mirror and applying more blush to her cheeks. "They wouldn't scare a five-year-old."

"Well, is my costume scary?" asked James.

Rosemary had to admit that it was, a little. The eight-year-old was dressed as a vampire, his shiny plastic fangs dripping with blood and his face pale and pasty, seeming to have a strange glow. But it didn't scare her, not even for a moment.

"Not at all," she said. "Actually, I take back what I said. About never being able to scare me. Your face scares me every time you look at me, with how ugly it is."

James scowled and punched Rosemary on the arm, hard enough to hurt. "Well, your face is even uglier," he retorted. Great comeback, thought Rosemary.

"Are you two finished?" Their mother, Carly Beth, poked her head in from the door, her gaze softening as she saw Rosemary.

"Oh, Rosie, is that you? You look so grown up." She reached forward and gathered Rosemary into a hug, kissing her forehead.

"Mom, stop. You're smudging my makeup," insisted an embarrassed Rosemary.

"What about me?" whined James. "I'm the one who actually looks dressed for Halloween."

"Yes, my little vampire," said Carly Beth, smiling at him. "You look so scary."

James beamed before scowling. "Rosemary looks like she's dressed for a fancy ball instead of for Halloween."

Carly Beth frowned, eyeing Rosemary again. "You know, honey, your brother has a point," she admitted. "Why do you have to get all dressed up like this for Halloween night?"

Rosemary tugged the satin skirt of her pink dress. "It's not for Halloween," she said. "I'm not going trick or treating."

"What?" James' mouth fell open. "Why not?"

"Decided you're too old for it already, have you?" asked an amused Carly Beth.

"I'll supervise James if you want," amended Rosemary, swishing her skirt from side to side. "But I don't see the point in dressing up. Nothing can scare me."

"It's true," said James bitterly. "I've never once been able to scare her."

"Except with your ugly face," retorted Rosemary. James stuck his tongue out at her.

"Not like me when I was your age," said Carly Beth, running a hand through her daughter's long, glossy black hair. "I was scared of everything. They loved scaring me on Halloween."

Rosemary found that hard to believe. She often heard about what a timid, frightened girl her mother used to have been, but she seemed so brave and fearless now. She just couldn't believe it.

"You don't look anything like me at that age, either," said Carly Beth. "You're so beautiful, and I was so plain."

"Oh, Mom," said Rosemary, blushing.

Rosemary was a very pretty girl. With her fair skin, rosy cheeks, and honey brown eyes, she looked like a doll, petite and delicate. But her innocent demeanor betrayed her bold and fearless nature.

"Go trick or treating with your brother," Carly Beth suggested. "Enjoy Halloween while you can. I almost never could, with how everyone liked scaring me."

"They like scaring me too," said Rosemary. "Though they never succeed."

Their uncle, Noah, suddenly jumped into the room, letting out a loud, ear-piercing shriek. Rosemary jumped in surprise, and James yelped.

Noah grinned. "I scared you two!"

"No you didn't," Rosemary denied. "That joke is so unoriginal, Uncle Noah."

"I wasn't scared one bit," added James, even though he had yelped. "You need to think of better jokes, Uncle Noah."

"Carly Beth screamed like a banshee whenever I did that," said Noah, grinning. "She'd jump out of her own skin whenever I jumped out at her." Carly Beth shoved her brother.

"Too bad my sister isn't like that," complained James with a pout.

"Your costume almost scared me," Noah told him. "You look awesome, dude." James beamed.

"And who's the pretty lady?" Noah stared at Rosemary. "I know! She's a film star!"

"Grow up, Noah," quipped Carly Beth, but she was smiling.

Carly Beth hugged them both before ushering them out the front door. "Stay away from any mask shops," she called.

Rosemary had heard the story, of how her mother, as a fearful, timid girl had wanted to stand out on Halloween and put on a hideous, terrifying mask, and how it had gotten stuck to her face. Rather than being terrified off of Halloween, she had become braver as a result of the experience. Now, Rosemary couldn't believe her mother had ever been a scaredy cat. It seemed inconceivable to her.

The truth was, Rosemary felt like a scaredy cat too sometimes. She was scared of a lot of things. After her father left, she was afraid of her mother leaving too. She was afraid of the dark - not a moonlit, crowded night like tonight, but complete darkness, where you couldn't see yourself or anyone else, losing her confidence and power over herself and her emotions. And she was terrified of failure. She tried her hardest to cover up these fears.

Dad had been from China. Him and their mother had divorced when Rosemary was very young. She couldn't remember many details, but she remembered their fights. She had stayed curled up in her room with her little brother, hugging him to her chest. Rosemary had always been close to him, even though he had no time for her mom or brother unless he was yelling at them. Then he had abandoned them. She had felt so betrayed. She had been very close to her mother after that, not wanting to lose her either. It annoyed Rosemary that she and her brother looked more like their absent father than their mother.

A full moon hung in the sky, casting everything in a dull, eerie glow. Rosemary took her brother's arm in hers as they headed down the street. A bunch of other kids were there, dressed in their own costumes. Rosemary rolled her eyes at how cheesy they were. She had to admit, her brother's was the scariest.

A few kids stopped to ask her what her costume is. "Are you a princess?"

"No. I'm not dressed up," said Rosemary.

"Really?" James griped. "You look like you are. You look like you're dressed for a fancy dress ball."

They also liked trying to scare her, but they never could. When they dropped plastic spiders and snakes down her hair or dress, once a real one, she calmly plucked them off. When they jumped out at her with ferocious growls, baring their fake fangs or holding up their fake bloody hands, she didn't even jump. James watched with a mixture of annoyance and awe.

"Wow, Rosemary," he said, awe shining in his eyes. "You're so cool."

"Awesome costume, dude!" said Steve Boswell as they stopped at his house. He raised his hand and gave James a high five. He was a friend of their mother's. He and their mother had actually dated in college, and were still close friends.

"Thanks, Uncle Steve," said James, grinning and showing his teeth smeared with chocolate.

"And who's the girl with you?" Steve squinted at Rosemary, pretending not to recognize her. "She looks like a princess from another land. Your Highness." He bowed, causing James to giggle.

Rosemary scowled. "At least I tried to look nice tonight."

"Where's the boyfriend?" asked Steve. "You out on a date?"

"No," protested Rosemary, blushing.

Steve's daughter, Ashley, suddenly appeared at the door. She hid behind her dad's legs, peeking at them through her dark bangs. She was a quiet, shy little girl.

"I get it," Steve told Rosemary. "Ashley doesn't want to get dressed up, either. Come on, honey, say hello to Rosie and Jamie." Ashley reluctantly stepped out from behind them and muttered hello, smiling. Rosemary smiled back. She was so cute.

Even James didn't have the heart to try to scare her. He shared some of his candy with her, causing her to giggle. He asked if she wanted to go trick or treating, but she frantically shook her head, clutching the candy to her chest.

"She's too young," said Steve. "Well, I went trick or treating at that age, but she'll go with you next year. I have to toughen her up. Can't let her end up a scaredy cat like Carly Beth used to be." Rosemary rolled her eyes.

They waved goodbye before heading to Sabrina's house, another friend of their mother's. "You look so beautiful, Rosemary," she said.

"So do you," Rosemary replied. Sabrina's long black hair was tied back in a long, glittering braid with silver hairbands, and her face was covered in makeup. Bracelets jangled on her wrists as she offered them candy.

James growled, baring his teeth at Sabrina. She just laughed.

"You look cute as well," she said, patting his head.

"Cute?" James repeated, offended.

For the rest of Halloween, James had a great time. He greeted people at the door, baring his fangs and putting on a fake accent. Rosemary rolled her eyes, but found his antics secretly endearing. His costume didn't scare many people, aside from the little kids. He gathered candy until his black skull-shaped basket was overflowing, sharing some with Rosemary. Rosemary had a good time too, though she thought she was too old for trick or treating. She enjoyed watching her brother enjoy himself and try to scare people, and she enjoyed the candy.

"You weren't scared of anything," said James as they headed back home. "How do you do it?"

"Practice, I guess," replied Rosemary.

"My costume didn't scare anyone," said James bitterly. "They all thought it was lame."

"It scared some people," said Rosemary. "Sarah Amsterdam screamed and hid behind her dad. Some of them thought you were a real vampire. And I thought your costume was kind of cool. Especially your face."

James smiled at her. "Thanks, sis."

Then he looked into his skull basket. "I got so much candy."

"And you're already almost out of it," quipped Rosemary.

"You ate a lot of it too," retorted James.

"Only because it wouldn't fit in the basket," teased Rosemary.

James reached his hand into the basket and pulled out a Twix bar. Suddenly, he paused, staring into the basket.

"What?" asked Rosemary. "Did someone put a trick in instead of a treat?"

James reached into the basket and pulled out something shiny and gold. "What's this?"

"Looks like a ticket," said Rosemary, staring at it.

James read the golden letters. "It says it's a ticket to a theme park. A theme park called Horrorland."

"Someone must've slipped it in among the candy," said Rosemary. "I guess it's their Halloween present to you."

"Well, that was nice of them," said James happily. "I'd love to go to Horrorland."

"Hey, wait a minute," said Rosemary, snatching the ticket from him. She inspected it closely. "It's addressed to me!"

That was right. It said her name printed in golden letters. "And it says I'm a Very Special Guest."

"Aww," said James, disappointed. "I wanted to go."

"You can come with me," said Rosemary, causing his face to light up again. "I bet they'd let you. A horror theme park, huh? Sounds cool. Whoever put this in, they were very generous."

"Or maybe they wanted to scare us," added James. "They can't scare you, though. I bet you'll be the one scaring everyone at Horrorland."

"I probably will," agreed Rosemary.

I have the Horrorland guidebook, so I'll use that to help me. Yep, Carly Beth's daughter is half Asian. Rosemary is kind of a two word name (Rose and Mary) like Carly Beth, plus it fits how I imagine her appearance very well. I could make her Carly Beth and Steve Boswell's daughter, but I don't know. I've written about a bunch of other descendants.