Milz was finally cuddled up in bed after a long Halloween night. His fathers had taken him out for trick-or-treating and this year, he was dressed as himself. He spent half of his time with Richtofen; popping out of bushes and scaring the pants off of kids. The Doctor walked around the entire night wearing a gas mask and carrying a very sharp butcher's knife. The duo scared some kids so much that they dropped their bags, earning them extra candy. Dempsey, Nikolai and Takeo stayed at home, handing out candy to the adorable children who came and went. At the end of the night, the family enjoyed the delicious food that Takeo had whipped up and went to bed.
Our favorite zombie slept in his small bed with a smile on his face and his favorite blue and white stuffed panda in his arms. The clock struck witching hour and a knocking came at his window. The child jumped to life, sitting up in his bed as quickly as possible. He wiped his bright yellow eyes and observed his surroundings.
"Daddy?" he sleepily called into the night.
Nobody was there with him. But wasn't there a knock at the door? Milz rose up from his bed and inched down onto the floor. He walked over to the closed door of his room and reached for the handle. The door abruptly opened then closed, forcing the undead to hit his nose against it. He gave a small "ouch" and looked up at the handle which then twisted lightly and clicked.
Milz was locked in. Too sleepy to attempt to cry out for help, he turned around and headed back to his bed, only to realize that his panda was gone. He looked around, before noticing a stack of books near the window near his bed. At the top of the books was his panda, glowing a gold and… moving? The stuffed animal lifted the window open and lifted its leg, getting ready to climb out.
"Panda?" the zombie called. "Where are you going?"
The blue and white animal looked back at its owner before jumping out of the window, head first. Milz quickly followed behind him and climbed his way to the top of the stack of books, balancing with ease. He stretched his neck and looked outside, trying to see his fluffy friend, but he found no trace of him. The sound of a chain reached his sensitive ears and he stopped his search to listen to the noise. Where was that coming from? Soon, there was silence. The night was calm and quiet.
Time seemed to stop as a chain wrapped around his neck and he was pulled out of the window and onto the cold, hard ground. The chain retracted, dragging him through the dirt on his back. Milly attempted to scream for help, but he was all to startled. So much was happening at once. Before he knew it, he was in the backyard. The chain around his neck vanished and Milz rubbed his neck, standing up to his bare feet.
"I've got you now..." someone whispered from behind him.
The zombie turned around to find Samantha floating behind him, a deadly smile on her face. In her hands was Milz's blue and white panda. The boy gave a shout.
"Put him down, Samantha! No more games!"
"Oh, but Milly," the girl started, pulling out a small knife. "This is my favorite game."
The chains returned from thin air, grabbing little Milz by his wrists. The chains wrapped around the tree, lifting Milly into the air with his hands over his head. He dangled from the ground, curling his toes with fear. Heights were insanely terrifying to him. So much that the zombie almost threw up.
A sharp pain stung his stomach. The child's sunny eyes caught sight of a red mark that began to coat his white t-shirt. Snapping his head up, Milz watched as Samantha stabbed the stuffed panda multiple times in the stomach. Every stab, he felt it. Every twist, he felt it. Every cut, he felt it. Soon enough, the zombie's mouth hung open with shock and screams extended past his lips and into the quietness that was the night. Tears ran down his face as blood ruined his white t-shirt and dripped down onto the ground beneath him.
The zombie had so many questions. What did he do to deserve this? Why was this happening to him? Most importantly, would she ever stop?
"Daddy!" he finally screamed. "P-please! Help me…!"
Samantha came to a short halt as a yellow aura flew from Milz's body and into her own. More power. Just what she needed. Time to leave. She'd gotten what she'd came for. The chains disappeared once again, dropping the crying, bleeding undead child onto the hard ground. Samantha threw down the lifeless, stuffed panda and flicked the knife into it's back. Milly cried out again, another sharp pain reaching the center of his back.
The spirit floated down to her finally immobilized prey and got into his face.
"Tell anyone anything and I'll make sure of it that those daddies of yours die a slow and painful death." She threatened, poofing away in a gold mist.
As soon as she left, the Veteran's showed up at their backdoor to find their son bleeding out before their very eyes. Richtofen immediately left to get his tools while the others comforted Milz. Samantha sat on a branch in the tree, watching as the traitors panicked over her masterpiece.
"Happy Halloween." she whispered.