A/N: Thanks for reading! T for language.
Chapter 2
"Your mother sucks cocks in hell, Karras, you faithless slime," the demon-possessed Regan announced from the TV set.
Finn burst out laughing. This freaking movie was awesome! It wasn't even all that scary. Well sure, it had its freaky moments, like when the girl spider-walked down the stairs or when she stabbed herself in the cooch with a crucifix. But overall, it wasn't nearly as bad as he'd been expecting. He leaned over to give Puck an amused punch in the arm, but the touch nearly sent his friend jumping out of his skin.
"Puck, dude, what the hell? Are you scared or something?" Finn said, taken aback by his sudden movement. He looked over and bit back a laugh, shocked to find Puck curled in a ball, peeking at the TV set over a pillow he had clutched to his chest.
"Huh? Oh, uh, no. Of course I'm not scared," Puck said gruffly, casting the pillow aside. "Only bitches get scared during movies. I'm just, uh…cold. Yeah, that's it, I'm cold."
"Oh, why didn't you say so? Here," Eyes glued to the TV so he didn't miss anything, Finn peeled his blanket off his shoulders and tossed it in Puck's lap. On screen, Regan's bed was now thrashing around violently, which Finn found hilarious. Beside him, Puck had burrowed beneath the blanket, flinching when Regan stuck out her abnormally long demonic tongue.
"Shit, man, this movie's so fucked up," Puck whispered, wide eyed, snatching the pillow back up and pulling it under the blanket with him.
Finn chuckled. "Dude, if I didn't know you any better I'd say you were scared."
"Well I guess you don't know me then, 'cause Puckzilla doesn't get scared," he said somewhat belligerently. Finn held up his hands in defense, deciding he wasn't going to push the issue.
Meanwhile, on screen, the priests were chanting "The power of Christ compels you!" and flinging holy water on a screaming Regan. Puck had managed to poke his head a little further out from the safety of his blanket where it rested atop his mohawk. "The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you!"
"Holy shit, man, Catholics are so hard core," Puck muttered, shaking his head slowly. Finn snorted.
Finally, to Puck's immense relief, the movie ended and Finn leaned over to turn on the light. "You were so right, bro, awesome movie," he said. "Now prepare to get your ass kicked in Smash." He slid to the floor and went to hook up the N64. Puck didn't even bother coming up with a smart retort. It was only when Finn tossed a controller in his lap that he noticed Puck's pinched expression. "What's wrong with you, dude? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Nothing," Puck said absently. He was staring straight ahead, lost briefly in his own little world, contemplating demons and Catholics and exorcisms.
Finn considered him for a moment. He was clearly frightened. He silently debated with himself over the pros and cons of pranking Puck, weighing the likelihood of getting his ass kicked for startling him. In the end, he decided that in the spirit of Halloween, it was well worth the risk.
"What an excellent day for an exorcism!" he yelled in his best demonic impression, jumping up suddenly and closing his hands around Puck's neck.
"Agh!" Puck yelled, swiping at his neck, his tanned face paling. His expression of pure terror was absolutely priceless. Finn clutched his side and fell to the floor laughing.
"Oh my god, dude, you're face! You shoulda seen your face! You're so scared right now!" Finn teased, pointing at him between peals of laughter.
Puck slumped back, looking decidedly pissed off. "I am not," he said, crossing his arms stubbornly over his chest.
"Yes, you totally are!" Finn sat up, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "Oh man, I got you so good!" He punched the air triumphantly. "So good!"
"Fuck you, dude." Puck looked really pissed, and it made Finn feel only slightly guilty.
"Ah, relax man; it was only a little prank." He hopped back on the couch beside Puck, slinging an arm around his shoulders. He wasn't even remotely surprised when his arm was promptly shrugged off. "Besides, it was your idea to watch that dumb movie anyway."
"Fuck. You," Puck hissed, scowling petulantly, arms still folded tight across his chest.
"Oh, c'mon dude, don't be like that. I'm sorry." His laughter finally subsiding, he punched Puck playfully on the arm. "I'm sorry, okay? You woulda done the same to me and you know it. Now c'mon," he gave Puck a little shake. "It's time for Smash. You can be anybody you want."
Puck considered that for a moment. "Even Pikachu?" he asked, looking up at Finn hopefully.
"Even Pikachu," he agreed, slinging an arm back around Puck's shoulders. This time he wasn't shoved away.