A/N: Vicky Chapter!
"Aw... well let me help." she crouched down and caressed his cheek, then held out her hand as one of the weird green balls of energy settled into it, it felt bone-chillingly cold. "Now, from what I saw with your mummy friend over there, this'll hurt. Possibly a lot."
"Vicky... wait-" Timmy wheezed out, he likely had several broken ribs from the hit he received from... What was his name? Chesty? No... Eh, Braces will do just fine.
"Nope." she gripped the greenish orb tightly and felt it struggle in her hand, then pressed it into Timmy's forehead. She watched as it sank in and disappeared, Timmy's cheeks immediately paled and the skin around his eyes darkened like on someone who hadn't slept in a while. "See you when you wake up!" she stood up hesitantly. She wanted to stick around, but felt something calling her away as she sat down on the scythe and rode it away. A final look back revealed that Timmy had apparently passed out. "It was the only way..." she thought somberly.
As she flew through the air, Vicky took note of the green orb-like things floating about. She had no idea what possessed her to rip open a hole in the Earth, causing the orbs to pour out, nor did she know how she knew that putting an orb in Timmy would save him from his injuries. "Hm. I'll have to kick that braces-wearing idiot's ass later..."
She watched as the moon turned a pale yellow color and full; black clouds swirled past her in the sky to form a tunnel like structure around it. Below her, trick-or-treaters of all shapes and sized succumbed to the- "What's a good name for these things?" one of the orbs flew over and rested in her hand. "Hm... Wisps? I guess that's what they are..." she shook her hand and the small wisp flew off. "Things are cold..."
She watched as people tried in vain to hide from the wisps. Running into their homes, ducking under tables, even jumping into the sewers! Not that it helped, the wisps didn't give up so easily and would eventually find their target, sinking in to them and changing them into forms that more accurately depicted their costumes. Kids and adults alike were not spared from the transformations. Whatever you dressed as for Halloween, that's what you became.
Superheroes fought off legions of werewolves, mutants, and zombies while keeping princesses, nurses, and those who didn't bother to get dressed up for Halloween safe... That is, when they weren't arguing about which one of them was the real superhero or heroine.
After watching them bicker for several more minutes she decided to float down to their level. "Hey!" she approached a kid who looked to be in his early teens wearing a Crimson Chin outfit. "Why are you wasting time arguing? How 'bout you settle things with a fight? I wanna see some action!"
The kid turned to look at her. "Stand back citizen! This is a matter best left for- AHH!" he jumped back in fear upon looking at her. "What manner of fell beast are you?!"
"Babysitter, but I'm playing a witch this Halloween."
"Wha- you- Run! Everyone! Run!" the one dressed as the Crimson Chin ran away, quickly followed by the rest of the superheroes and their charges.
"Well that was kinda weird..." Vicky grabbed the scythe and looked at the blade, hoping to see her reflection, but the shining silver did not show a reflection of her face. "Hmph. Must've been one of the kids I used to babysit." Putting the ends of the scythe between her hands, she pressed them together to shrink it back down and out of sight. "I wonder how the other Twerps are doing..." Vicky made her way toward where she believed she left them.
"Ugh... knowing them, they probably split up..." her suspicions were confirmed when she found Veronica lying unconscious on the ground, her sister, Trixie and... that bald kid nowhere in sight. She knelt down next to her and shook her lightly. "Hey. Yo. Veronica. Wake up!"
No response.
"Hm..." Vicky reached out with her right hand and held Veronica's nose, causing her to open her mouth to breathe. She still didn't wake up. "Crap... Well... I guess I can't leave you here..." she picked up Veronica and looked around. Noticing a somewhat fortified house, Vicky strode over to the door and tried knocking on it with her foot, causing the door to be blown off its hinges and into the house. "Whoops. Anyone home?"
A head peeked around the far corner in front of her. "Who- who are you?" the person came out from behind the corner. He wore a blue t-shirt and black jeans, seems he had chosen to sit Halloween out.
"Vicky. My friend here got knocked out from all the craziness out there, you mind if I stay here with her until she wakes up?" Even as she said this, she felt something in the back of her mind telling her to head out again.
"Uh... I- I guess so..." the teen propped the door back against the opening that Vicky made.
"Sorry about that, don't know my own strength I guess..."
"Evidently... my name's Chris by the way. Do you know what's going on out there?"
"Not really." Vicky lied. "Those weird balls of light came out of nowhere and started... changing people... My friend got hit by one and I guess it knocked her out."
"Well... you two can stay here for now... the more the merrier, right?"
"Yeah, thanks... Is there anyone else here?"
"Nah, just me. My parents went out to keep an eye on my little sister while she's trick-or-treating... I... doubt they're okay..."
"...Not to make your plight sound unimportant, but do you have anywhere where she can lie down?" Vicky looked down at the still unconscious Veronica in her arms.
"Oh! Yeah, just bring her in here." Chris led Vicky into what she assumed was the living room and pointed to the couch. "This okay?"
"It'll have to do, thanks." Vicky laid Veronica down on the couch. "Have you seen anyone else? Bald kid dressed as Frankenstein, girl dressed as a princess, another as a knight?"
"Nope, been staying in here since late afternoon. You're the first people; real people, I've seen tonight."
"Oh well, hopefully they're- Grr..." Vicky began scratching her right arm.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, arm's just really itchy all of a-" before she finished speaking, Vicky scratched most of the skin and flesh off of her right forearm, leaving just bleached-white bone. "Uh... that's not good." she moved her hand in front of her face and looked at Chris through her finger bones.
"GAH! What the-?! What the fuck?!" he pushed her away and got between her and Veronica. "You didn't say you were hit by one of those things!"
"I wasn't!"
"Bullshit, look at your fucking arm! Get the fuck outta here!"
"Fine. Give me back my friend first!"
"No way! I have no idea what a skeletal witch wants with her, but I'm not letting you near her!" Chris stood firm, not wanting to allow this... whatever she was from getting near the defenseless Veronica.
"Grr... I wasn't asking!" Vicky reached forward and grabbed Chris to try and move him, but her sharpened, bony fingers instead tore his shirt and then his flesh, leaving a bloody slash across his chest.
"AHH! What the Hell?! You-" Chris looked down at his now bleeding chest. "You sliced me open! You are a monster! Dammit! Get the fuck outta here!"
"I-" Vicky looked down at her bloodstained hand. "I didn't mean it... Just give me back Veronica and I'll-"
SLAM
"What was that?!" Vicky turned to see a horde of zombies rushing into the house from the now knocked down door. "Ah Hell... You, get Veronica-" Vicky turned to see that Chris had already picked up Veronica and left. "Out of here?" she turned back to the zombies only to realize they were ignoring her and rushing toward the back of the house, presumably where Chris ran off to with Veronica. "Hey! You can't just ignore me!"
One of the zombies turned around and looked at her, then sniffed her bony hand and, after a moment, walked away after the rest of the group. "What? I'm not good enough for you to attack?!" Vicky yelled at the zombies, but they were already gone. "Damn elitist zombies..." Vicky searched the house, she wanted to find a mirror, Chris thought she was wearing a costume, but that kid outside... he seemed genuinely terrified of her. Not that odd, all things considered, but something was eating at her.
She eventually found the bathroom only to make a rather unpleasant discovery. There was no mirror. "Of course." Deciding that leaving the house would be more productive, she exited through the smashed front door and made her way toward her house. The full-length mirror in her room would suffice and it was likely still intact.
As she made her way through the streets, she was passed by numerous monsters, they all seemed to either not notice her, or not care that she was there. Werewolves, Vampires, Zombies again, witches dressed similarly to her, and several... things... horrible mish-mashed creatures, likely from video games. They all ignored, or, as she began to take notice, avoided her. "They can see me... Hey!" She called over to some kid walking down the sidewalk, he seemed to be dressed as a vampire.
"Huh? What do you-" when his eyes fell on Vicky, his face somehow paled even more, as if he suddenly realized who he was talking to. "Nopenopenopenopenope!" he sprinted away, faster than Vicky thought he would be able to.
"That seems like a really bad sign..." she looked at her right hand again. "Yep. Still bones." she ran her her left index finger along the bones, making a sound not unlike a xylophone. "Oh... why did I cut that big hole in the ground?! We could've had a normal Halloween, but no... I had to make it fun! Make it scary... and now I've got no flesh on my arm, no idea where Tootie and the rest of them are... and... and... even Timmy isn't here..."
She resumed walking toward her house. "Why did I leave him back there? Who knows what could happen to him... And... I put that thing in his head..." "It was the only way..." "That... wasn't me..." shaking her head to clear it, she realized she was standing in front of her own house, her bony hand resting on the doorknob. "Sure hope mom and dad aren't home..."
Opening the door and hearing a very unsettling creak from her hand, she looked around. The house was dark, seemed her parents were still out. "Tootie? Anybody around?"
No answer.
"Great." she entered and made for the stairs, ascending them to the second floor and then entering her room and shutting the door behind her. "Ooh, nice room. Does the lightswitch cause the walls to flip up and reveal weapons? That seems very much you." "Alright, hearing voices now. Definitely a bad sign." Vicky turned on the light and moved to look in the mirror hanging on her closet door.
What she saw didn't necessarily surprise her, considering she had scared that random kid away, and that Chris thought she was wearing a costume when she first entered his house, but she still gasped at her reflection. Her witch costume remained relatively undamaged, and her right arm was still bone, but the skin on her left arm and face was near-translucent, revealing the bone underneath, what shocked her most was her eyes. Her once pink eyes were now scarlet red, and the sclera was a deep black, making it look like her eyes were sunken pits with a burning red in the center. "Yeesh... no wonder I scared that kid..." "Aw... c'mon, you look great!" "Let's agree to disagree on that one whoever-you-are." "Don't recognize me? I'm hurt... we have so much in common! Same body, same voice, same urge to be... evil?" Vicky only now realized that the voice speaking in her head did in fact sound like her normal speaking voice. "What do you want?" "You mean..." her reflection shimmered slightly in the mirror and began speaking while the real her didn't. "What do you want?"
"Huh? What the Hell are you talking about?"
"Me. I'm talking about me. And you. And us..."
"Alright. What are you? Some... aspect of the scythe? Or did one of those wisp things get to me?"
"No no, nothing like that. The scythe just... gave me a bit more strength. Surely you remember all the times that you could've done something... naughty... but didn't? That was me! Playing at the edges of your consciousness. We're like... sisters!" Vicky's reflection nodded at her own answer.
"So what do you want?"
"No... like I said: What do you want? You want revenge on Chester for hurting Timmy. You want people to accept your relationship with him. You want exactly what is going on tonight, don't you? The terror, the killing... it excites you, makes you want it to never end..."
"I wouldn't go that far. My sister's out there, so is Timmy. What if they get hurt?"
"That's the best part! They've changed for the better! No harm will come to them thanks to you and your uncanny foresight!"
"I did that to Timmy to save him. After what Chester did..."
"Exactly! But how did you know that putting that thing in his head would help him?"
"I... just did. I don't know why or how I knew it, I just did."
"That was the scythe... and me. Holding it gives you a bit of forbidden knowledge, haven't you noticed?"
"Actually I've been more preoccupied with the missing flesh on my right arm and the fact that my sister and boyfriend are out there while all Hell breaks loose." Vicky deadpanned.
"I told you, they're fine. Now, I was thinking that we could maybe remodel the mansion into a huge fortress. Tall spires, spooky lighting, new paint job-"
"This is all assuming that I'm okay with this plan."
"Why wouldn't you be? It is your plan after all."
"No, it's your plan."
"Our plan." Vicky's reflection giggled evilly. "Let me explain myself so those of you in the cheap seats can understand." Her reflection winked at her. "I'm not an aspect of the scythe. I'm an aspect of your personality, the darkness that lies in your heart. Most people have an alternate version of themselves, an evil or good counterpart; even our boyfriend does. But you... we're different. We share the same body, the same thoughts... the same... desires... But lately, you've been suppressing me, being nicer to people... things like that. The scythe and the magic contained within it gave me enough freedom to... communicate more directly."
"So I haven't been as evil as my reputation suggests I am. Who cares? Being mean isn't as fun as it used to be... When I broke Timmy's spirit back before we were caught in the avalanche, being evil just... lost its meaning..."
"The problem with that is... it's INFURIATING!" the mirror cracked from the force of her reflection's yell. "I understand that you want to be nice to Timmy, but you're giving up on what makes you, you! If you continue like this, I won't be me anymore! I'll be... I don't know! And I don't want to know!" her reflection's face softened and became less frightening. "I don't want to disappear... I have every right to exist, just like you do..."
Vicky stepped forward toward the mirror and put her left hand on it, causing her reflection to mimic the gesture. "I-" before she could continue, a square block of her room's ceiling fell and landed on her head, knocking her out. While the 'real' Vicky fell, her reflection didn't and simply looked on as the 'real' her fell.
Out of the square hole in the ceiling dropped someone who was dressed not unlike a ninja. "Babe! Where are you?! I've come to save you from all this insanity!"
The reflection recognized this voice. It belonged to one that had brought pain to them both, a voice that she thought she'd never have to hear again, a voice like-
The ninja pulled down his face mask, revealing red stubble and pink eyes.
"Ricky." seeing her chance, the reflection disappeared into Vicky's hand, still resting on the mirror.
Ricky looked down to see that his odd entry had knocked Vicky out. "Oh... oh dear..." picking her up and resting her on his lap, he began slapping her face lightly. "Hey, c'mon now... wake up!"
Vicky's boney hand shot up and stopped Ricky's from slapping her face again. "I'm awake, genius."
"Oh... uh... g-good! I was worried... though I gotta say... you've looked better..."
Vicky looked at her right arm, then back up at him. "I'd say I look pretty damn good, all things considered."
"Uh... yeah, I guess... your eyes are creeping me out though..." he helped her up then strode over to the window. "We gotta get out of here... this town's gone to shit..."
Vicky watched him curiously for a few seconds, then knelt down on the ground and placed her palm down on it. As she began lifting her hand up from the ground, the scythe handle formed beneath it, until it was full size again and the blade grew out from the top. "With ya, babe..."
As Ricky turned around to see Vicky grinning at him with a slasher's smile, he stared in horror as she brought the scythe's blade underhand and between his legs, then up through his body, bifurcating him cleanly... until blood shot out from the wound and spattered onto her. As the two pieces that now composed him fell away, they slowly were enveloped by dark, shadowy energy until he was completely gone, even his blood on the floor was washed away by the shadows.
"Oh! Oh man! Did you see his face?! That look!" Vicky was trying to talk to her other half, but she was clearly still unresponsive. "Whatever. That felt great! I haven't felt this good in... I can't even remember!" "When you realized Timmy forgave us? When he said he loved us?" "Glad to see you're awake sleepyhead!"
"I was knocked unconscious. Though I will commend you for dealing with that idiot."
"See? You wanted it as much as I did, we're not so different after all!" Vicky spun the scythe around with a flourish. "I'm also the reason you're so proficient with weapons and this one is just my style!"
"Ugh... you're too happy to be me..."
"Hey, I was cooped up in the recesses of your mind for a little too long, you can't blame me for being excited!" Vicky laughed giddily.
"Can you at least wipe the blood off us? Last thing I want is his DNA all over me..."
"Oh! Sure!" Vicky wiped the blood off her face with her costume's long sleeve.
"No! Dammit... I like this outfit!"
"Buy a new one."
"Grr... alright, you've had your fun. Gimme back my body so we can go find Timmy."
"Yeah... I'm gonna go with no... A little role reversal will do us both some good! You stay in the cage, I have a little fun... Ooh! Maybe Timmy will want to have some fun too!"
"I thought you wanted to go build a big castle for yourself at Remy's mansion?" she was hoping to keep this side of her away from Timmy, maybe she could get control back with enough time to think.
"Oh! That's a good plan, me! I'm glad I thought of it. Timmy can wait, we're gonna build a fortress worthy of an undead ruler!"
"I'm... I can't be dead! I-"
Vicky turned to look at the cracked mirror. "Ya certainly aren't alive with this injury and those eyes."
"Shut up."
"And you're obviously crazy. Arguing with yourself? Telling yourself you aren't dead? Telling yourself to shut up? What are you? A schizo?" Vicky smiled playfully at her reflection. "Oh. Forgot. You can't manifest in the mirror like I can. One sided conversation. Dull. Boring. I'm gonna go build that castle now, come along if you want... oh, right. You don't have a choice."
"This is still my body...!"
"Yeah, but I'm in control right now. I'm afraid there's little you can do." Vicky shrugged her shoulders and shook her head back and forth. "For now... you're just along for the ride, at least until you're ready to come back to my way of thinking, Ms. Goody-Goody." with that, Vicky swung the scythe, carving a large hole into the wall where her window once was, hopped onto it, and rode toward the Buxaplenty mansion. "Hahaha! -cough- haha... -cough- Ah... screw it..."
"Your witch cackling sucks."
"Comments from the peanut gallery will be ignored..."
After several minutes of flying and, by extension, sightseeing, Vicky arrived at the mansion. "Hm... sterile white... not really my style... and the lighting! Ugh... definitely needs more evil lighting... And... Oh! I got it! You're gonna love this, me!" she took the scythe in both hands and slammed the bottom end into the ground, causing black tendrils to move through the ground and over the siding of the house, changing it from white siding to black, jagged scales. Towers that were similar in texture and color rose up from the roof of the mansion, and the once yellow-gold inviting lights changed to an eerie purple color. "There!" Vicky pulled up the scythe and placed it on her shoulder. "Whaddya think?"
"I think I want my body back now."
"I mean about the mansion! How do you like the extreme makeover?"
"I don't. This is almost laughably evil looking."
"Pfft. You're just jealous you didn't think to do it first!" Vicky stuck her tongue out at herself.
"I'm really not. Can I have my body back now?"
"Not unless someone conveniently knocks me out. Now we have to play my least favorite game..."
"The waiting game." "The waiting game." both spoke at once.
A/N: So... you guys and girls like it? Don't like it? Not sure if you like it? Let me know with a review. Also, I'm sick! Yaaaay.