Reverse AU: An attempt to complete a film project results in something getting seen.

The trip had been a disaster as far as everyone was concerned. Turns out going to "haunted" houses could be bad for everyone's health, especially if someone was pulling off a Scooby Doo mystery there.

"I still think it should be called 'pulling an Old Man Jenkins.'"

"Maddie, I keep telling you that's not going to launch."

"You don't know that Cerise!"

Listening to her friend's bicker, Claudeen Wulf figured it could be worse. She could be in the middle of that conversation. Maddie always got weirdly intense when it came to this subject.

"I just think that it's more creative! I mean, it wasn't Myster Incorporated doing the dress up stuff, it was Old Man Jenkins!" Maddie was already fired up, ready to find a soapbox to stand on. "Or at least whoever did it for the episode, but that's the most famous one."

"I don't even think there was an Old Man Jenkins, Maddie. It was probably a Mandela Effect or something." Cerise stated, letting the girl get it all out. She elbowed Claudeen, rolling her eyes. "Should we just get some tea for her now? I don't have enough energy for this argument again."

Claudeen blinked, remembering that she actually was here for this conversation. Her mouth didn't catch up with her mind, though. "Huh?"

"Oh, that's probably not a good sign." Maddie quickly switched subjects, moving to check her friend's head. "You sure you don't have a concussion? Your eyes don't seem to be messed up or anything."

"She'll be alright now that I've got the first aid kit."

Claudeen felt herself go tense, head jerking to see Double D coming inside the room. He was fumbling with the case, frowning as he mumbled something about medical supplies.

"I keep telling you that she isn't bleeding, man. You're becoming the team mom more and more every day." Cerise looked towards Claudeen. Right, this was a common joke for all of them. Like that argument.

"Uh, yeah. It was only a bump on the head, Double D." Claudeen did know it was more than that, but it was for the sake of the bit. "I got off lightly considering Old Man Jenkins was crying the squad car."

"That doesn't mean we shouldn't check. Brain injuries can catch up when you aren't looking." Double D moved to the closest seat available, already pulling out some disinfectant. "That and you have a cut near your eye. It shouldn't scar at the very least."

"Still can't believe some guy really was scaring people out of that place for free real estate." Cerise clucked her tongue, grabbing her phone. "What a world."

Claudeen went still as Double D's hands went to her face, making sure her wound was taken care of. That film project that Raven had wanted to finish had gone disastrously, and somehow she'd ended up near that psycho with Double D. He didn't necessarily attack them, but she'd ended taking a fall since the place was falling apart. She was knocked unconscious and…

…she didn't know what happened next. Something weird. Jenkins had been weeping, and she couldn't remember why. It was tickling at the back of her brain, though.

"He got what he deserved. Whatever it was." Maddie darted around to hug Double D from behind, much to the boys embarrassment. "You sure you didn't see what made him freak out? It would've been great if you'd caught it on camera."

"I'm afraid not. It appears the footage was lost during the scuffle too, so it can't be helped. But considering he was lurking in a house with a monster costume, it could've been anything." Double D paused, eyes catching Claudeen's. "Did you happen to see anything, Claudeen?"

Claudeen wasn't sure how to answer that. It was suddenly hard to swallow now that he was looking into her eyes. "I thought I did, but I did hit my head pretty hard."

She remembered knocking into something after that jerk leaped at her, and then something hitting her hard. The guy had frozen, not expecting that, and she remembered the camera Double D was holding drop. Double D was yelling, the guy was backing up and then-

(horns, hooves, red, where was all that smoke coming from)

-nothing. Whatever. It didn't matter.

"Hm." Double D hummed. He was finished patching her up, patting her on the shoulder. "It looks like I fixed the damages. I can confidently say that you don't have a concussion either."

"Hallelujah! Guess your brother won't kill us for you getting hurt after all." Cerise clapped her hands, taking in a breath. "Who's going to explain everything to our parents? My mom called and she was not happy."

"Oh! I'll go get my puppets!"

"Maddie, no."

Claudeen would've loved to watch the two bicker further, but movement out of the corner of her eye. Double D was packing up and heading out the door so he could put the first aid kit back. Nothing too strange. Completely normal. He even waved with a small smile on his face as he left.

Yet she still shivered at the sight of his pearly white teeth.

Double D closed the door behind him, letting out a soft sigh. It didn't seem like she saw much, and that was good enough. It was already bad enough he lost it in front of that idiot in the mask.

"Deciding to dress up as an offensive caricature is one thing, but he didn't have to get that aggressive." He muttered to himself. It was an overreaction, but being harassed and then seeing a friend get knocked out was likely to have his mask drop. "Eddy's never going to let me live this down."

He'd most likely give his victim a visit later and see if he'd be willing to cut a deal. Taking away the memory of that event would be worth putting in a guilty plea, as well as keeping quiet on anything else that happened that night.

Double D made a mental note to not slip up again. He couldn't afford for that to happen a second time.

Hope you enjoyed this one. Just something that came to me (once again) and wouldn't leave my mind until it was done. Still working on chapters as time goes on.

I'll see you all next chapter or at the main fic!