I was just being a geek and felt like writing something "Halloween-ish".
A Stargate Halloween
Chapter 3
The four of them were politely ushered into an enormous dining room with a long elegant table extending from one end of the room to the other. There were five places already set with sparkling utensils and glittering goblets all laid out formally on a pristine, crisp, white table linen.
One would say an overdone yet normal setting except for the object that lie directly in the center, which drew all their immediate attention. Placed decoratively in the exact center of the table was a rather disturbing carcass of a serpent, its shimmering flesh frozen tangled and hissing, with candles placed strategically all over its body; the largest one protruding from deep within the serpents gaping mouth and throat, its flickering flame shadowing eerily across its once deadly fangs.
The butler asked them all to sit and announced he would be informing the cook of their arrival. Ronon stopped him as he brushed by, gently holding him by his elbow. "And who is the last place set for?" he asked eyeing the empty seat warily.
The butler smiled and yanked his arm away as gingerly as possible. "Why, good sir, that seat is for the master, of course." And with that, he proceeded through the swinging double doors that must have led to the kitchen without so much as looking back towards them.
"Well?" Colonel Sheppard asked, shrugging his shoulders towards his friends.
"I do not like it," Teyla said quietly and Ronon nodded in agreement. Rodney scoffed and pushed them aside, taking a seat, dragging it outwards, and noisily scuffing the well-polished floor. "Cmon guys! Hello! Free food? Don't you know the saying about a gift horse and its mouth?"
"Don't you mean snake?" Colonel Sheppard said his eyes transfixed on the creepy centerpiece.
"Whatever, its just dinner you big babies….." Rodney muttered, pulling a long fancy napkin from his setting and placing it eagerly across his lap.
"Big b—," Sheppard started to repeat incredulously but the swinging doors interrupted him and the largest woman he had ever seen came squeezing through with a tiny grunt.
She towered over even Ronon who had to crane his neck to look at her face. She was as wide as she was tall and she carried a large serving tray with four white bowls that she began to place down with her extremely chubby fist, her apron and house coat as perfect and clean as the rest of the house.
She did not even glance at them as she placed the food down gently and turned back as quickly as she came, just barely squeezing through the swinging double doors with minimal effort and again, a very tiny little grunt.
Rodney rubbed his hands together gleefully and the others finally took their seats hesitantly. As the three of them stared horrified at the contents of their bowls before them, an intense slurping sound filled the room and they all turned their attention to Rodney, who was devouring his food with huge hurried spoonfuls.
They stared; mouths open until he finally noticed them, saying rudely, "WHAT?"
Dark red trickled down his chin and he used his sleeve to quickly wipe it away. Teyla stared from Rodney's face to her bowl, where the thick blood and chunks of unidentified meat sat stewing within.
A roar of thunder crashed outside and they all turned towards its direction, jumping as they noticed a slender shadow lurking in the darkness of the doorway.
"Good evening," the shadow said as lightning streaked behind a nearby window, illuminating the figure in the most frightening of ways.