A/N: Hello! Guess what? It's the Halloween Special! And you thought that I forgot, didn't you?
Actually, I did. I realized it around two-thirty, but I didn't have time to type anything up until now.
Speaking of which, I got a new computer! :D His name is Schnickelfritz, which means "little troublemaker" in Pennsylvania Dutch slang. He's so tiny and adorable! :3
Much thanks to HereWeGoOnceMore for the inspiraton and beta work.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween! *throws candy*
It started with the goddamn pumpkin.
"It'll be perfect," Bakura had said. "It'll be the best prank ever," Bakura had said.
Marik was going to murder him.
As soon as he figured out how to destroy the monstrosity that he had created.
"Well, the weather outside is frightful—"
Marik buried his head under a ghost-printed pillow.
"But the fire is so delightful—"
"Bakura! Bakura, have you figured it out yet?"
"What?" Bakura stumbled into the room, rubbing his eyes and tucking a large book under his arm.
Marik pulled the pillow off of his head. "I said—"
"And since we've no place to go—"
Bakura whirled and slammed the book down on the table. "Would you be quiet?"
The pumpkin shut its mouth. Then it opened it again and began a riveting rendition of "Jingle Bells."
Bakura groaned.
Yami poked his head through the door, combing out of his hair the last bits of pumpkin from the Jack o' lantern-carving contest he and Bakura had started earlier.
With chainsaws.
That had gone over well.
"What in Ra's name is making that horrendous noise?"
Marik pointed wordlessly to the pumpkin sitting on the table. It had just finished "Jingle Bells" and was starting on a soulful "Christmas Shoes."
"Sir, I wanna buy these shoes for my momma, please—"
"Oh, sweet Jesus."
"We were just trying to make it talk," Bakura said, gesturing to the pumpkin. "We thought—"
"You thought," Marik said.
"I thought that it would be funny to scare kids with," Bakura said. "I never thought that it would turn into… this."
"So I laid the money down," the pumpkin said innocently. "I just had to help him out—"
Marik slammed the pillow down on top of it.
From underneath, there was a muffled, "Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum?"
"NO."
Bakura picked his book back up. "I'm trying to find some sort of counter-curse," he said, "but so far, no luck."
"Can't I just banish it to the Shadow Realm?"
"Tried it."
"Did you smash it?"
"Yep."
"Stab it?"
"With six knives and a cheese cutter."
"Burn it?"
"Twice."
"And it came back?"
"It's the Antichrist," Marik whispered.
"There has to be something we can do with it."
They stared at it.
Seto Kaiba hated Halloween. He didn't have time for it, and the damn brats that ran up to his mansion sure as hell didn't need any more sugar.
But most of all, he hated the pranks.
Every year. Toilet paper, bags of shit, eggs… he'd seen it all.
And ding-dong-ditching. Always. It was like those kids didn't know what security cameras were for.
Usually, he just locked himself in his study and didn't come out until the stupid holiday was over, but he had come down for a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang.
Resigning himself to yet another meaningless joke, Kaiba yanked open the door. "What?" he snapped.
There was no one there.
Then he looked down.
"Here come the bells, sweet Christmas bells—"
"What the—"
"Here—come – the bells!"