*Happy Halloween everyone! Man, aren't you all a lucky bunch! These are two updates within a few days of each other! Hahahaha! Now unlike past years this Halloween Special isn't as gory or violent. But it's a fun one and I hope you all like it! And it was actually inspired by an episode from the "Justice League Action" cartoon show. A real underrated show if you ask me. But in any case, I hope you all enjoy this well-deserved TREAT.
*This OVA is a SOFT-cannon and takes place at some point after the Abduction Arc.
*There are links to music and images on the AO3 site for this story. And for this Halloween Special especially.
"Trick or treat~!" Trick-or-treaters are out and about, smiling with glee and giggling to their heart's content as they run from house to house in this perfectly safe and humble suburban neighborhood.
This suburb is just exuding with Halloween spirit with Jack-O-Lanterns decorating every home, to cobwebs, inflatables, and more grotesque decorations adorning every single lawn. From the cheesiest of things like gravestones that light up to fake zombies stuck in the ground.
And the kids, the trick-or-treaters are showing as much spirit although gone are the monster inspired costumes for instead the kids wear different versions of their favorite pro heroes. There's a hundred All Mights running around, with Endeavor costumes coming up second, some Hawks and Best Jeanists are there too, with a few kids with a little more creativity are going as Fatgum, Mt. Lady, Gang Orca, and even one group has coordinated their costumes to match the Wild Wild Pussy Cats.
"Ah~, the simple joys of Halloween." A mysterious figure watches the kids frolic and giggle, peeking through his boarded window with an evil glint in his sharp-toothed smile. "But beware children, for Halloween is a time of fright and evil. But also mystery. Be careful and be aware, for if you do';t you may find yourself at the doorstep of the House of Mystery. Oh, but of course you know the house of mystery. It's that old dark ruin at the end of the street that you swear it wasn't there the last time you looked. Mwhmmmmm!"
Lightning strikes from outside, illuminating the interior of the house from its occult-like designs of furniture that's layered in sheets of dust and webs.
"The house appears and vanishes of its own accord. Collecting all that is terrifying and bizarre within its walls. For those who enter its doorway are forever changed by the experience. As those tikes over yonder will soon learn. Mwhahahaha!"
Outside their window, far below on the innocent street a group of four shadows eye the house with suspicion. And form the shadows sets of grotesque teeth smile in anticipation.
[PLAY THIS SONG: "In the House" by Release -Topic from the Moon Girl show]
In the house, in the house~
A haunted House of Mystery sits atop the hill as bats swarm and cascade to the moon.
This is gonna be a different year, different months
Constant is fright night
Candy in the bag yeah
Skip the ones I don't like~
Lighting strikes and bats screech. The wind howls across fields of Jack-O-Lanterns that are all carved out in ways to resemble the Omnitrix aliens.
More tricks than treats, but what can you do~?
Hocus-pocus on repeat, put a spell on you~
The Alien-O-Lanterns light up with various colors bouncing between them from white, blue, red, green, orange, purple, magenta, yellow, and pink.
Light up the jack-o'-lanterns
Send to the group chat
Costume is so clean
You already knew that~
The Alien-O-Lanterns sprout out of the ground, their roots and bodies matching their OG counterparts as thunder booms in the background.
The change is kinda crazy, but it's not a curse
We make the most, like a ghost, on the 31st~
As a murder of crows swoop in from overhead and a neon glowing Ghostfreak dives before the camera.
Music loud, let's dance in the moonlight~
The screen blinks from orange to black. Before all of the Omnitrix aliens' silhouettes appear in equal rows.
In the house, in the house, this is our night~
As each alien silhouette simultaneously dances the Spooky Scary Skeleton Dance.
Candles lit, fresh fit, feelin' so right~
Candle flames burn over their hearts.
In the house, in the house, this is our night~
As each alien silhouette simultaneously dances the Spooky Scary Skeleton Dance.
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Ghostly skeletal hands wave across the screen.
In the house, in the house, this is our night (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
As each alien silhouette simultaneously dances the Spooky Scary Skeleton Dance.
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
The orange background transitions from orange to green and back repeatedly.
In the house, in the house, this is our night (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)~
As each alien silhouette simultaneously dances the Spooky Scary Skeleton Dance.
Party's on, throw the phone
We don't really care~
Rattle dances the Thriller across the screen.
Kettle corn, candy corn
We don't gotta share~
Frankenstrike mixes the Robot with a Jog in Place, each step syncing with the beat.
Forget the costume store, wealthy ain't buying it
Let's skip the mummy fit, toilet paper's limited~
Snare-Oh performs an Egyptian Tanoura dance with his bandages flourishing.
Bobbing for apples, just for one
Prank call your cousin just for fun~
Blitzwolfer shakes and bobs, dancing with the beat before howling into the air.
Stayin' inside, we let it out
And we gonna party in the house~
Whampire is grooving, spinning and gliding like a groovy vampire should.
Music loud, let's dance in the moonlight~
The screen blinks from orange to black. Before all of the Omnitrix aliens' silhouettes appear in equal rows.
In the house, in the house, this is our night~
As each alien silhouette simultaneously dances the Spooky Scary Skeleton Dance.
Candles lit, fresh fit, feelin' so right~
Candle flames burn over their hearts.
In the house, in the house, this is our night~
As each alien silhouette simultaneously dances the Spooky Scary Skeleton Dance.
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Ghostly skeletal hands wave across the screen.
In the house, in the house, this is our night (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
As each alien silhouette simultaneously dances the Spooky Scary Skeleton Dance.
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
The orange background transitions from orange to green and back repeatedly.
In the house, in the house, this is our night (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)~
As each alien silhouette simultaneously dances the Spooky Scary Skeleton Dance.
This Halloween ain't stopping~
A grotesque grin of crooked glowing teeth flashes before the screen.
I'm a dance like no one's watching~
As five figures dash away in fear to the right.
This Halloween ain't stopping~
The grotesque glowing grin begins to cackle before descending down.
I'm a dance like no one's watching~
Before chomping down on the frightened figures.
Music loud, let's dance in the moonlight~
The screen blinks from orange to black. Before all of the Omnitrix aliens' silhouettes appear in equal rows.
In the house, in the house, this is our night~
As each alien silhouette simultaneously dances the Spooky Scary Skeleton Dance.
Candles lit, fresh fit, feelin' so right~
Candle flames burn over their hearts.
In the house, in the house, this is our night~
As each alien silhouette simultaneously dances the Spooky Scary Skeleton Dance.
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Ghostly skeletal hands wave across the screen.
In the house, in the house, this is our night (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
As each alien silhouette simultaneously dances the Spooky Scary Skeleton Dance.
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
The orange background transitions from orange to green and back repeatedly.
In the house, in the house, this is our night (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)~
As each alien silhouette simultaneously dances the Spooky Scary Skeleton Dance.
This Halloween ain't stopping~
FLASH!
A boy with a skeletal smile stands ominously before the screen.
I'm a dance like no one's watching (in the house, in the house)
This is our night~
FLASH!
The boy has been replaced by a spooky specter.
This Halloween ain't stopping~
FLASH!
The specter is a wraith full of vengeance and hate.
I'm a dance like no one's watching (in the house, in the house)
This is our night~
The wraith swirls across the screen, swooping down and vanishes into the looming House of Mystery…
(Illustrated by Guardian-Sigil)
Halloween OVA: Trick or Threat
"Trick or treat~!" A squad of kids run up to the next house with their bags at the ready as the nice neighbor passes out candy to each of them.
And with a thank you the group of five run off back to the sidewalk to discuss their loot.
"I got a chocolate bar." States one kid who's dressed exactly like Eraserhead. Which means he let his dark hair grown out and he put on a black sweater and black sweatpants. And is borrowing one of his mom's gray-colored scarfs along with a pair of yellow goggles he'd usually use at the pool. Which just pulls his Eraserboy outfit all together.
"I got a bag of taffy." The only girl of the group explains. She's dressed as Midnight or rather matching her color scheme with a white and purple shirt and pants. Her hair style does match the heroes and she's got the domino mask, and as for the whip she's just holding a purple glittery pom-pom. Thus completing the look of Kidnight.
"I got a popcorn ball." Says the third kid who's dressed exactly like Present Mic, with the hair, glasses, and jacket. Although the support item is nothing but a set of grey headphones wrapped around his neck, but the effort is clearly there in this Young Mic outfit.
The final two kids stroll up, one is clearly younger than the rest while what is probably their sibling is holding their hand tight, preventing the little toddler from running off.
"I got a rock…candy stick." Explains the older of the siblings who's dressed like a little Cowboy, except the fact hat a gas mask is over his face so perhaps he's trying to pass as the pro hero Snipe.
The Cowboy shoves the candy lollipop under his mask and smiles. "Hm, it's actually pretty good."
"Bah~!" The toddler in his hand giggles and reaches for the lollipop but their brother pulls it away before they can snatch it.
But who can resist such a cutie, handing the chibi version of Thirteen a piece of chocolate. To which the toddler Thirteen or Three happily stuffs into their face, smearing the chocolate all across their lips.
Midnight giggles, reaching down and whipping Three's face clean of any smudges.
"That's the best house so far." assesses Eraserboy as he dogs through his own bag.
Young Mic grins back, his braces shining even in this dime light. "I know, what were those weirdos down the street thinking, giving kids toothbrushes?"
"They got a sick sense of humor." Says Cowboy as he holds up his little dart gun.
Eraserboy gives a shrug in response. "I don't know it was kinda a nice gesture though."
Cowboy gives his friend a deadpan stare in response. "Yeah but we're still egging their house."
"Oh definitely." Eraserboy doesn't even deny it as he gives a flourish of his scarf before running ahead in a Naruto run with his friends and the toddler casually following behind.
As they begin strolling down the street a commotion catches the kids' ears from the nearby lawn.
"Ok, wimp-boy, give!"
The kids stop and look over, spotting a pair of bullies who are dressed as Shigraraki and Stain shove a kid their age to the ground.
"No! P-please!" The Clown Boy cowers and shakes with tears pricking at his eyes as he begs for mercy. "Leave me alone!"
The kids watch with worry and guilty conscience before they all share a look before nodding in silent agreement. Even the toddler, Three, nods their head so fast they nearly tumble over.
The bully with the white gloved glued to his face sneers at the tiny pathetic clown and asks. "Why don't you make us?"
"Yeah!" Agrees his bandana-wearing partner. "Make us!"
The Little League of Bullies are about to snatch away this kid's candy when a legion of shadows loom over them, startling them so bad that they think actual adults have appeared. But instead they find a Legion of Superbrats glaring back at them.
"How about we make you?" asks Eraserboy, his eyes glaring from behind his winter scarf.
"Lookie here," jeers the Shigaraki look alike. "four more bags of candy free for the taking."
Kidnight glares back at the much taller boys but then a sly smirks stretches across her petite little face. "It's Halloween boys if you want our candy you have to say Trick-or-Treat?" she teases, holding up her bag like bait on a hook.
The Stain cosplayer glares back at her in annoyance. "Fine. TRICK-OR-TREAT, YOU RUNT!" He screams as both he and his partner lung for the bag.
"Trick it is!" Kidnight joyfully declares as she grabs a glitter pack from her pocket and chucks it right into the bullies' faces.
*Cough! Gag! Cough!* They cough and gag as painful purple glitter covers their faces. "Ah! Get it off!"
"Ah! It's in my eyes!"
As the bullies try to wipe their faces Young Mic jumps up between them, grabbing them both by the neck so he can bring his mouth right to their ears and deliver a high pitched shriek that only a kid is able to produce. "EEEEEEEEEK!"
"Aaaaaahh!" They cover their splitting ears and pull away from the brat in a stumble.
But as they regain their composure they are met with darts to the face.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!"
"Hey. stop it!"
Cowboy smirks and laughs as he reloads his dart gun again and fires.
"You piece of-!"
"Language!" Eraserboy throws the end of his scarf like a lasso, and manages to wrangle the faux-Shigaraki's arm. He then tugs the scarf with all his might and pulls the bully right into his friend, causing them both to fall.
Eraserboy smirks at his handy work and decides now is the time to finish his one liner. "There's little kids here."
The bullies are actually looking scared as they panic and try to untangle themselves. As they do they look up to find the little toddler Three glaring at them.
"PFFFFT!" Three glares and blows the nastiest raspberry they can, right at the bullies' faces.
"Aaahh! Bleh!" The bullies scream and wipe at their faces before running away with their tails between their legs. "I'm telling!"
While spinning his dart gun around his finger, Cowboy snickers at their retreating forms. "Pft. What a bunch of babies."
"Woah, did we just do that?" Kidnight asks as she stares at her pom-pom with awe.
"These costumes are oddly empowering." states Eraserboy as he flourishes his scarf back around his neck.
"That was awesome!" The Clown Boy from before runs up, cheering and clapping his hands widely for his tiny saviors. "You guys are like real life pro heroes and stuff! Midnight, Present Mic, Thirteen, Snipe, and you! You're Eraserhead!" The kid states all too joyfully.
A beaming smile stretches across Eraserboy's face, so much so his eyes are even sparkling with glee. "See I told you guys Eraserhead was cool!"
His friends just roll their eyes in response.
"We need heroes tonight." explains Clown Boy. "Those bullies have been ripping off the whole neighborhood. Not just candy! But bikes, video games, you name it. That's where they store their stolen loot!" Without giving them time to brace themselves the young clown points his finger right at their next destination.
A massive, crooked house sits at the end of the street. Alone, desolate, and all too mysterious for those with morbid curiosity. The walls are rotting and the green shingles are peeling off the roof. Windows adorn almost every corner of this gothic house, each cracked or smeared with dust and cobwebs.
But what's odd enough is that the kids would have passed that way earlier. And yet they don't remember a thing about that house being there.
But despite that through running through each of their heads they each chalk it up to the fact that maybe they weren't paying attention. But maybe some morbid curiosity has a small part to play. Which is why they now find themselves at this mysterious house's doorstep.
Kidnight wipes at the window that would be peering into the living room. But the dirt is so thick and the scrapes so prevalent she can barely make out the moth eaten furniture inside.
Meanwhile, Eraserboy is desperately pulling at the door handle to no avail.
Cowboy gives an exasperated sigh. "There's never a key around when you want to get into a spooky old house."
Seeming to understand, Three nods and gives a few adorable babbling of agreement. But this just prompts Cowboy to hold their hand tighter.
At the same time, Clown Boy is hanging back on the lawn and looking more like a sad clown despite his offensively yellow and rainbow colored costume. He seems worried and scared. Perhaps about the bullies coming back? Or maybe an adult spotting them? Wither way he seems on edge and-
"Master." From the shadows the two bullies from before emerge both looking meek and pathetically scared as they address their previous victim. "We've done as you commanded, now please, release us."
Clown Boy's worrying frown vanishes, shifting into a look of indifference and contempt. "Well you two did play your role well." He points his fingers at them and says. "Return to your true forms."
The two bullies explode into puffs of confetti and smoke. And pout from the smoke, a pair of rats scurry away, free at last.
But the second rat doesn't get far as the Clown oy slams his foot onto its tail.
"Mwehehe! I played a Trick." He giggles, his smile turning hideous and filled with need-sharp teeth. "Now I get my snack. Mwehehehehe!"
"We could bash open the door?" Eraserboy offers up after finally giving up on pulling the door open.
"Or we could just tell an adult." suggests Kidnight.
He doesn't even give her a proper answer because in the next moment Eraserboy has thrown himself at the door, hitting it so hard that he kicks it right off its hinges. A cloud of moldy dust and dirt spring upo as the wooden door slams into the ground.
"Or we could bash open the door." He says matter-of-factly.
The kids all enter and so too does the Clown Boy who's still as meek and scared as ever.
(Describe the Interior: old moth eaten furniture)
(Items of the occult: Hellraiser, Freddy Claw, Tubes and jars of eyeballs, centipedes, taxidermied bats, candles, red carpet, etc. portraits Red Carpet rug
Scowling at the dusty relics and furniture, Eraserboy tucks his head into his scarf while attempting to sound stern and serious. "With any luck the noise scared the bejeebers out of those punks."
Young Mic reels back in shock. "Did you just say bejeebers?!"
Kidnight giggles into her fist. "He totally said bejeebers."
"So where's the goods?" asks Cowboy. "Kids need their candy, ya know."
"I-I'm n-not sure." Answers the Clown Boy with his usual meek and timidness. "They must be stashing them somewhere safe."
"Like where?"
They thus begin their search, starting with the house's eerie fourier .
Eraserboy starts by ripping out the chair cushions while Young Mic checks behind the portraits.
Midnight, meanwhile, is searching the shelves that are full of dissented limbs and organs, all collected in jars of formalin.
"Ew." She gags at the jar containing a well-preserved brain inside.
A jar filled to the brim with eyeballs all suddenly shift and stare directly back at her.
"Eeeeek!"
"Ha ha, cool." Cowboy laughs, running up and tapping the jar. To which the eyeballs begin to follow his fingers. "Dude check this out!"
"Ew! No thanks!" Kidnight screams before design away.
As the boys laugh their heads off.
Three waddles around the fourier without a hint of a toddler's unease and fear. They show no signs of being afraid of this dark damp house nor its cobwebs or strange decorations. They then spot something interesting. A landline phone, one of those old spinning dialup ones is seated before the fourier's main window. And it's perched atop a little decorative table that looks rotten and ready to fall.
"Oooo…" Three hurriedly waddles over to the phone and tries to grab for it but their tiny arms are unable to reach.
It's about now that one of Three's guardians notices. "Hey! What are you doing?!" Eraserboy chides, running over and grabbing Three's hand. "No touching! Kay?" He wags his finger at them.
"Hmpf!" Three's chubby cheeks puff out in an adorably upset pout.
But Eraserboy ignores it and drags them back to the main group.
Seemingly growing more and more nervous, Clown Boy starts to grow impatient and worried. "Where are they…? Has anyone found anything yet?!"
"Not yet." answers Cowboy, who is not in any rush at all.
"Well keep searching! Those guys have to be here!"
Eraserboy gives the clown an odd look. "Guys?"
The boy starts, like he's made a blunder, and this begins to backtrack in a hurry. "Well I meant the bullies! They might be here! So, we should find the candy quick. R-right?"
"Right-..." He's not sure why but this kid…there's something rather odd about him. But he's not sure of what.
"Oh, look!" Clown Boy smiles, and runs off. "Maybe the candy's inside this closet!" He dashes to the nearest closet and throws the door open, only to find a mess of matted fur coat, dirt, and webs. "Nope, not in here!"
Without any success the kids naturally meet back up by the front door.
"Where could they be stashing them?" asks Young Mic.
"Maybe we should check upstairs?!" offers the Clown Boy with a little too much excitement form Eraserboy's liking.
But not one of them has a real answer as they all stop to think.
Meanwhile, Three spots an ornate wax candle situated on a tiny shelf nearby. And this time the item of interest is in reach. A fact that Three is quick to jump on as they start jumping up to reach it.
That's about when Eraserboy sees them. "Hey! I thought I said not to touch-"
Too late, Three already has their hand around the wax of the candle and with a pull there's a mechanical click and the sound of strange whirring begins to hum and creak all across the house.
Everyone freezes with only Kidnight daring to speak. "What. Was. That?"
*SLAM!*
The kids jump and scream, spinning around to find that the door has somehow lifted itself off the ground and slammed itself tight back against the threshold and frame like a steel trap.
"Hey, why'd you close the door?!" shouts Eraserboy.
"I-...didn't." Young Mic defends.
"Ugh! It's locked!" Midnight whines as she pulls and pulls on the handle.
Eraserboy smirks, spotting opportunity moment to show off. "I got this. Ragh!" He howls, throwing himself at the door, feet first like he did before!
*WHAM!* He hits the door HARD, but it doesn't but instead a shiver runs down his entire body.
Everyone stares, unsure of his reaction.
To which Eeraserboy slides off the door and collapses. "WAAAAAAAHHH!" He wails clutching his feet in pain as he rolls across the floor in a tantrum.
"Are you okay?!" asks a worried Clown Boy.
Eraserboy stops rolling and forces a smile even as tears roll down the side of his cheek. "Y-yes."
"Dude, are those tears?" Young Mic deadpans.
Annoyed, Cowboy pulls down on the brim of his cowboy hat. "Let's just find those brats, their stupid candy. And get out of here."
"But what about the door? Who put it back-UUUUUUP!" Kidnight and the kids begin to scream their heads off as the red throw rug starts to shake violently.
The rug slithers to life and zips away further into the house with the kids on top.
"AAAAAAHHH!" They scream and shout, clinging to each other, well except for Three who happily gurgles and claps.
The next thing they know they're all flung off the living carpet and thrown into what seems to be the house's living room with fancy ornate couches and chairs, dirtied windows with rotten curtains, a dark forbidding chimney, and shambled lamps. And a staircase leading up to the second floor is placed conveniently in the corner. Several doors frame the living room, leading to who knows where?
"Is everyone alright?!" Young Mic screams, his glasses partly skewed.
"What was that?!" Eraserboy shouts.
"That carpet came to life!" cries Kidnight as she clings to the giggling Three.
"Ow." Cowboy groans while trying to sooth his aching behind. "For some reason, bull riding seems a lot less appealing now."
"That's your concern?!" Young Mic screams. He is clearly freaking out, unable to handle whatever that was. "Come on, guys! We're idiots! We walked into a haunted house! And now we're paying for it!"
"A hunted house?" questions Kidnight. "Like where people jump out at you?"
"No! I'm talking the ghost-filled, monster lurking kind of house! Ya know! The kid that kids enter and mysteriously disappear!"
"Lay off it.' Eraserboy chastises with a scowl. "That was clearly one of the bully's Quirks. They probably haven't learned their lesson yet. But either way there's nothing to freak out about. This isn't a haunted house. There are no ghosts. And there are no monsters."
A crack of lightning flashes from outside and in that briefest of seconds, the moment they blink and flinch away from the thunder and light, they find that a man, a giant of a man has suddenly appeared before at the entrance of the living room.
And to say he's a monster would be an understatement. In a word he is down right Ugly. Ugly here, looks like Frankenstein's monster in real life except with large conductors protruding grossly from his shoulders. He's a giant lug of a man, his frame so wide he nearly takes up the whole doorway. His forehead is large and lumpy and bald, his muscles massive, and his expression grotesque. And his clothes, a set of tight fit black overalls are have been ripped and patched over and over, adding to his already stitched up design.
"AAAAAHHH! STRANGER DANGER!" The kids screams, frightened by his sudden appearance.
"Ughhh! Ugggh!" Ugly snares and groans, raising his meaty hands he takes a step and slowly lunges for the kids.
"Stay away, creep!" Cowboy sicks his dart gun at the freak and fires!
The tiny dart hits the dude's chest before bouncing off like it was a harmless leaf.
Cowboy's heart plummets at sight.
But the Frankenstein just takes it, standing there, blinking as if his brain is trying to process what just occured. And when it finally realizes, its impassive lazy face turns into a nasty spit-filled snarl. "RAAAAAAGHHH!"
"Everybody run for it!" Eraserboy screams before leading the charge away!
"AAAAAHHHH!" The kids run around or leap over the fancy-looking couch before scampering away again.
And just in time as the monster literally runs through the couch, smashing it to splinters under his sheer weight alone. "RAAAAAAGHHH!"
"Stay away from us!" Kidnight cries while chucking a bag of glitter.
The glitter hits Ugly square in the face, and in a puff he's blinded by a cloud of purple glitter. "Ugghh! Ugghh!" He howls and wails, desperately pulling at his face in order to wipe the offended sparkles away.
"This way!" Clown Boy calls, holding the door to what appears to be the house's dining room.
The dinning room, like the rest of the house, was at one point fancy and clean. But now has fallen into ruin. This room especially looks like it was ready to host a grand feast since all the dishware of plates, forks, knives, and tea sets are set up across the draping and brown-stained tablecloth.
The kids practically race each other to get there, each diving under the dining table and using the long draping tablecloth as cover for them to hide.
But as the last to run in, Young Mic grabs the door and slams it shut before diving underneath as well.
Too bad for him, the Frankenstine monster heard it slam shut just as he manages to wipe away the last of the glitter.
Meanwhile, the kids are cowering in fear. Huddles together for safety underneath the table cloth which thankfully keeps them all perfectly out of direct view.
"Who was that guy?" Cowboy whispers in a panic, clutching his hat tight out of worry. "A villain?"
"Maybe he's a burglar?" offers Kidnight as she clutches to the oblivious Three's hand.
Apparently the little toddler just liked to scream their head off with the other kids because it seemed fun.
"Do you think he'll find us?" asks a cowering Clown Boy.
"Shhh! Quiet!" Eraserboy shushes them as he listens carefully from underneath the dining table. "He's coming…"
"Ugggh!" The door to the dining room is suddenly smashed open.
The kids nearly jump and scream again as the monster's fist busts through and let's itself in.
"Ugghh…" He groans, scanning the dining room but finding no sign of those kids.
The table and its dishware seem un-touched. The fine china situated in the massive display case and dresser are also untouched and clearly haven't been dusted in ages. And the door leading into the kitchen is still shut.
Thinking that they ran further into the house, the Frankenstein lumbers towards the kitchen door. Probably to see if his targets ran off in there. "Ugggh…"
The kids hold their breaths, listening as his stomps go right past their hiding spot and over towards the doorway. They each flinch and tremble so hard that they're afraid their own rattling bones will give them away. A sight that gives the Clown Boy…strange satisfaction it would seem.
But then, they hear him crushing the door handle before shocking the door open and trudging inside all before the door slams closed again, behind him.
But they don't leap out right away, they wait, waiting and listening for any signs of movement.
And after a few more moments of silence, do the kids finally begin to breathe.
"Phew…" They all sigh with relief, happy that the ordeal is over.
*SMASH!* A meaty pale-green hand smashes through the top of the table, showering the kids in splinters and silverware as the monster reels back and tears the table asunder with a bloodcurdling roar. "RAAAAGHHH!"
"AAAAAHHHH!" They make a run for it through the rain of forks and plates, and right for the kitchen doorway!
But Ugly is smarter than he looks, taking half of the table he just crushed and chucking it over their heads and into the door frame!
*WHAM!* The table crumbles into pieces, blocking the way with sharp splintered wood and rusty nails.
Panicked, the kids spin around to head the other way but freeze when they find the monster's grotesquely grinning face staring back at them from the otherside of the room.
They're trapped.
"What do we do?!" Midnight begs fir an answer while keeping the whimpering Three tight to her chest.
But none of them have an idea. Not one of them has a plan. And not one of them notices the sly grin on the Clown Boy's face.
However, Eraserboy does notice one thing, the silverware that's been scattered across the floor is…shaking? 'What?'
"Ugh!" The frankenstein limbers towards them, ready to grab them and crush them.
To which the kids brace together, in solid unity.
However, before he can even get five feet of them a single spoon shoots iself right off the floor and smacks itself into the back of the monster's head.
*WHACK!*
"Ugh! Ugh?!" That looked like it hurt, or at least it pissed him off since it gets Ugly to spina round to lash out at whoever threw that.
But he and the kids are in for a terrine surprise as all the silverware begins to shake violently. As if waking themselves to life.
Before any of them can understand what it means, a plate from inside the display case shoots out like a bullet and slams into the monster's side. Setting of a chaotic chain of events: dishes shatter against the walls, forks pierce the floor and ceiling, and knives whirl dangerously through the air!
*WHAM!*
*CRASH!*
*SHATTER!*
It's utter chaos and the Frankenstein finds himself in the middle of it all a she's pelted from all sides and forced to shield himself from the onslaught. "RAAAGH!" He tries lashing out only to open himself up for more pelting.
"Now's our chance!" Young Mic screams so loud that their ears ring. "Run for it!"
And they all rush past the monster, with tears in their eyes, and as the dishes and tea sets whiz past their heads. Thank goodness for benign short, it's probably the only thing saving them from his poltergeist-like attack!
Although Three does try to reach for the flying dishes from between Kidnight's hold.
They all rush back into the living room with a scowling Clown Boy bringing up the rear and slamming the door shut in a hurry.
"Guys! This way!" Cowboy directs back towards the hallway that they were flung through earlier.
And they book it! Sprinting for the exit that lays just at the end of this long hallway.
"Hurry!" Young Mic yells. "We're almost there!"
Just as they're about to make it to the fourier, Eraserboy spots a flash of movement out of the corner of his red eye. "Stop!" He throws his scarf and manages to catch his friend and reel him back just as a set of sharp claws nearly take his head.
The kids come to a stop as Cowboy shouts out. "What kinda guard dog is that?!"
A large and mutated one at that. A wolfman with pale-green fur and rotting fangs growls at them along their path. His saliva and breath so potent it reeks of death and sulfur. His claws are so razor sharp that they gauge the floorboards. And his fur is matted and scruffy, flea infested and reeking of mold and rot.
"Grrrrr-hehehehehe!" The werewolf lets out a mix of a growl and a hyena-like laugher, that sends the kids cowering backwards.
"Uh, g-good doggy?" Erserboy forces a smile, his grin looking broken as his eye twitches in fear.
"Grrrrr-hehehehehe!"
They back away until Kidnight eyes another nearby door. "Guys! We can hide in here!"
She flings the door open only for her to release an ear piercing shriek. "EEEEEEEEK!"
"What's the matter?!" The boys rush to her side and gasp as a mummy struts out from the door.
The mummy is tall and lanky, and not a section of her body is not covered in pale-green wrappings. With eyes of yellow piercing through the egyptian inspired headdress. Out from the bottom of the headdress a set of six red-bandages hang loose but they slither whip around at their own accord as if alive.
As the kids stare on in horror, the frankenstein monster smashes his way out from the dining room and quickly spots his fellow monsters and their prey. "Uggghh!"
The kids huddle together, back to back and trying their best to seem brave but for all they try…they're still scared little kids.
"What is this?!" shouts Young Mic.
From behind, a sly almost evil smile stretches unnaturally far up the Clown Boy's face. "This is Halloween."
"What'd you say?" Cowboy asks before letting out a sharp gasp.
The smiling clown gleefully and fearlessly steps away from the group, his back totally exposed to the werewolf and mummy.
But they don't attack instead the two purposely let him pass on by as if he's one of their own.
"What is this?!" screams Eraserboy. "What's going on?!"
"I thought we came here for candy?!" shouts Young Mic.
To which the Clown Boy's eyes flash purple. "You came for treats? Sorry, boys and girls." His body begins to shift and grow, stretching and bending in unnatural ways. His teeth protrude about becoming a set of fangs, his fingers sharp and thorn-like, and his skin turns deathly pale as his ears shift and stretch until they resemble a set of hideous batwings.
"But the only ones getting a treat tonight are US!" screeches the clown-facaded vampire as he bares his fangs and claws
Kidnight is so frightened and filled with fear that she loses her grip on Three, who tumbles to the ground unharmed and seemingly unafraid or even interested in the monsters.
Which is odd considering that even Cowboy i a stuttering mess of nerves as the freaks stare the down. "They're-they're-they're really-"
"MONSTERS!" Young Mic screams at the top of his lungs, so loud that the air actually ripples.
"RAAAAGHHH!"
"GREEE-HEHEHEHE!"
"YAAAAAA!"
The monsters cry out in pain, each covering their ears.
Seeing their chance, Eraserboy springs into action. "NOW!"
The kids make a break for it, slipping past the groaning Frankenstein and running back towards the living room.
The Mummy jumps at the chance to strike, and sends out her red bandages to lash out at their legs.
Cowboy quickly shoves himself and his friends aside, causing the bandages to whip past and crack the floor. The kids tumble and fall and as they do Kidnight loses her grip on Three who rolls off to the side, coming to a stop in front of the staircase with a light giggle.
"Three!" Kidnight screams, unable to reach the toddler.
"You no good jerkface!" Cowboy aims his dart gun back at the mummy. "You should have stayed in your tomb!" He fires hitting the monster square in the eye causing her to scream and reel in pain.
"Grrrrr-hehehe!" The werewolf snares and laughs, swiping and snapping at the kids.
With a cry and a scream the kids split into two groups with the werewolf and Frankenstein chasing after Young Mic and Eraserboy.
All the while the clown-dressed vampire laughs manically from the corridor, greatly enjoying his meal of horrified screams. "MWHAHAHAHAHA!"
As a chaotic chase ensues across the living room and its furniture, not a soul whether alive or not, takes notice of the tiny toddler slowly but determinedly crawling their way up the staircase and to the second floor landing above.
Instead Young Mic is more concerned about the fact that he's been caught between a rock and a hard place. With the corner wall to his back he finds his only paths blocked off by the sneering Franenstrike and Werewolf.
"Grrrrr-hehehe!"
"Ugh-hahaha!"
The two freaks laugh menacingly as the bulkiest of the two clutches his fist in preparation of a smackdown.
"Eeek!" Young Mic freezes, his voice escaping him as the brute gets ready to deliver a skull bashing swing.
However, his best friend has other plans. "Oh, no you don't!"
Eeraserboy launches his scarf and manages to catch the freak's arm just as he goes for the swing. Using the monster's momentum along with his own pull he redirects the punch and lands it right into the unsuspecting Werewolf's gut!
"Arroooooo…!" The Werewolf goes down, clutching his stomach before vomiting up splashes of green vile.
His monstrous pale gasps, clutching a hand over his mouth in a silent Oooooh!"
Young Mic gags as he runs past, watching in disgust as the puke burns through the floorboards.
Meanwhile, from across the room, the Mummy's whipping her bandages around madly. And it appears she's after revenge since she's chosen the poor Cowboy and Kidnight as her targets.
"Haven't had enough yet, huh?" Cowboy fires round after round of darts at her.
Annoyed, the Mummy easily flicks each one away one after the other no matter how many keep coming. But in her fit of overconfidence she fails to realize that one of the darts is in fact one of Kidnight's glitter bags.
*POOF!*
With a crack of a bandage against the bag, the bag explodes all over her bandaged face. The Mummy coughs and gags, she breathed some of it in and is choking on it!
"Choke on that!" Midnight cheers before the sound of giggling catches her attention.
Her head snaps up in a flash, and she spots tiny Three waving down at her from between the railings on the second floor landing.
"Guys! The second floor, now!" She screams and sprints up the stairs with the boys quickly on her tail.
"There is no escaping us, children!" The Vampire gleefully declares, pursuing after them with his henchmen close at his sides.
The kids run and climb and run some more up the stairs as Three cheers and claps them on.
They're almost there. Even with the monsters' at their heels, if they can grab Three and run for the nearest room they should be-
The stairs suddenly and without warning, move. They fold in on themselves to become a slick and dangerous slide.
"Waaaaahhhh!" The kids cry out as they lose their footing and slide back down at a breakneck speed.
The monster squad gasps and try to move out of the way but like bowling pins they're struck out by the ball of little limbs and screaming mouths.
The kids groan, holding their aching limbs as the monsters lay groaning on the ground beside them.
With a gasp, Kidnight scrambles away from them but it looks like they won't be up for a minute or two.
Which gives Eraserboy plenty of time to get them away. "Guys! This way! Come on!" He quickly directs them into the nearest room.
They all scramble inside with Eraserboy slam the door behind them just before Cowboy and Young Mic drag a medium sized dresser in the way. And with the dresser in the way, all light from the outside vanishes and the kids are plunged into pitch black darkness.
"I think…we…lost them."
"Dude! What are they?! Monsters?! Real monsters?!"
"Not a chance. They're villains! They have to be!"
"Then where are the heroes?"
"Eeek! Something touched me!"
"Sorry… That was me."
"Oh…"
"Does anyone have a light?"
"I do. Give me a sec…"
With a snap and a swish the green light of a glow stick illuminates Eraserboy and his friends' gathered faces. But the glow is too light to illuminate the rest of the room leaving the kids surrounded by the eerie darkness.
"Now what do we do?" asks Young Mic.
"We get out. We call for help." Eraserboy says rather seriously. .
But Kidnight seems worried and reluctant of the plan. "But what about Three? What if they find us?"
Eraserboy does his best to keep his cool while making the most logical choice. "The faster we escape the faster we can call for help." He asserts before taking his glow stick and leading the way through the pitch black room. "And the faster the heroes will get here-EEEEEEK!"
As he approaches what he thinks is the opposite wall, a tall thin silhouette appears beside him causing him to scream and jump. He loses the glowstick too, accidently dropping it to which it lands at his feet before rolling back causing the rest of the silhouette to come into view.
His friend rush to his side as they do more and more silhouettes appear on the wall as the glowstick illuminates behind them. As the kids get ready to fight off the new intruders, lining up with Eraserboy first, Midnight, Young Mic, and Cowboy. But as they stand side by side and are ready to go, they pause, taking a moment to realize that they're staring at a giant mirror to which has a set of four silhouettes outlined on it by the glow stick's light.
And these silhouettes, although they can't quite make out any features or faces thanks to the dust and how dark it is in here, they can make out their shapes perfectly.
The first silhouette resembles a tall lanky man with long shaggy hair and a long twisting scarf outlining his neck.
Beside it the next outline is clearly that of a woman. Like…it's very obvious to tell from the long draping hair and ogling…legs.
Next is another man's silhouette, this one taller than the rest especially with a crescent moon-shaped hairdo that arcs up.
And finally the last one looks like a cowboy, they can make out the shilkoute's cape and cowboy hat and everything.
"Is that…us?" Eraserboy asks in disbelief, thinking that for second that maybe it's a trick mirror but no matter how he looks at is he just can't seem to see any faults or distortions in his own silhouetted reflection.
"I'm not sure why, but…I think that that is us." Kidnight hesitantly affirms.
"That doesn't make anysense!" shouts Young Mic. "If we were pro heroes wouldn't we remember? Also, we're kids!"
Now feeling like a curtain has been pulled off his eyes, Eraserboy scowls and ponders over it all. "Answer me this, what did we do yesterday?"
"That's easy we were-..." Young Mis was ready to answer but then he hesitates and becomes unsure. "I-I don't remember. I don't remember!" And that scares him.
And also Cowboy. "Then that means."
"This was foul play." Eraserboy-no, Eraserhead growls. "We've been TRICKED!"
The lights click on,lighting up he entire room, and when they do they can finally see their real reflections staring back at them. But that's not tier focus anymore, but instead it's the monster squad that's just broke their way through the once sealed door.
The vampire scowls at them but it soon turns into a wide devilish grin. "Eh, it was fun while it lasted. Oh, boys!"
As he strides forward, the mummy lashes out with her bandages and tosses the kids away clearing the way for her master to approach the mirror.
The vampire smirks back at them before revealing his reflection. "I too am a familiar face."
With a glidful step forward his reflection is revealed, and what stand there is a true killer clown. One with scraggly red hair and a Beetlejuice inspired attire. With a wide twisted grin just full of crooked yellow teeth.
Kidni-the kid version of Midnight let's out a sharp gasp. "You're Zombozo the Clown! You're that fear-eating vampire that always gives our student the runaround!"
The vampire smiles at that. "Ah, yes. That Midoriya-brat and I sure do know how to have our fun." In a puff of confetti and smoke, the vampire disappears and out walks the killer clown of crime himself. "But don't you worry boys and girls! There's still plenty of fun to be had! Mwhehehehehe!"
Despite the obvious danger, there's still something weighing of Present Mic's mind. "Hang on, I'm confused. Just who is this Freaky-deaky clown?!"
Eraserhead glowers. "Zombozo. He's a villain capable of projecting hallucinations into people's minds."
"Oh, I get it." says Snipe. "That's why we were able to see our reflections, because he can't manipulate light!"
This causes Midnight to scowl. "And I'm willing to bet you probably dosed us with some kind of amnesia gas or something at some point."
"Don't you know?! You should always check your candy before you eat it, boy and girls. Mwhehehehe!" Zombozo gleefully states as he brandashes a handful of chocolate bars as if they were playing cards.
"So, if you're Zombozo then these freaks-" The kiddie Midnight glowers at the monstrous trio.
To which each of them explodes in a brilliant show of confetti and smoke.
"Are real CIRCUS FREAKS!" The kid-versioned heroes shout as Thumbskull, Frightgeist, and Acid Breath appear before their very eyes.
"We're The Circus Freaks!" Acid Breath hisses, his salvia dripping grossly form his maw.
"Ugh. You brats! You're gonna pay for making us look stupid!."
"Shut it, Thumbskull!" Frightwig slaps him with the tip of her living hair. "They were never kids! They're pros!"
"S-sorry, F-Frightwig… Ugh."
"I don't get it!" shouts Eraserhead. "Why do all this? What are you after?!"
"It's Halloween!" Zombozo answers as if it's the most obvious and glorious thing ever. "It's the day to celebrate evil and fear! How could I pass up such a buffet?! Trick-or-Treaters everywhere the eye can see! A potential feast of goodies and treats all for the taking! Just one problem, the nosy adults that have taken upon themselves to chaperone… If I want to feed and grow my Quirk in peace, well I needed to play a few tricks of my own! And what better way to ditch snooping heroes than with a haunted house?!"
This guy's a real creep, and it's starting to get on Snipe's nerves. "So, this was all to get ride of us?! Bait us in and then take us out while we think we're weak and useless."
"How clever. You should have dressed up as Sherlock Holmes, cowboy. Mwhehehehe!"
"I have a question!" Present Mic juvenilely raises his hand.
"Yes!" Zombozo calls on him as if this was a class.
"If this really is all a trick of the mind and you could make any images you wanted then…? Why did you use bizarro versions of Midoriya's transformations, yo?!"
Suddenly Zombozo becomes all…sheepish, he's too embarrassed to admit this but…the truth is: "Oh that…I, um, need a point of reference."
"SERIOUSLY!?"
"I hate to admit it," Eraserhead starts with an angry hiss. "but this has got to be the most ridiculous, convoluted, yet creative plot I've ever seen."
"Why thank you! Me and my boys-"
Frightwig gives her boss a scathing look.
"And girl. Went all out! Sure it was last minute but look at what we were able to accomplish in such a short amount of time! Well done my horrid stinking flunkies!"
His crew puff up their chests at his praise.
"You sure went Plus Ultra! Hehehe! I especially loved the tricks you pulled with that carpet and dishes. The door sealing itself and the stairs were a real nice touches too. Mwhehehehe! You had them spooked real good! Mwhehehehe!"
However, whatever reaction he was expecting from his troop, it sure wasn't the look of confusion on each of their pale-green faces.
"Ah, boss?"
"What, Thumbskull?!"
"We, um, thought you did all that stuff…"
Zombozo's grin freezes before he explodes with rage. "WHAT!?"
Acid Breath then chimes in. "Yeah. Didn't you plan for all that?"
"No! Of course not! I'm not even using my Quirk to decorate this heap! You guys did that!"
"Boss…we didn't decorate a thing."
"YOU…didn't…?"
It feels like a bucket of cold water was dumped onto all of them, sending ominous shivers down their spines as a deafening silence swallows up the room. And with such a stagnant pause, the villains and heroes finally take in their surroundings.
They found themselves in some sort of trophy room. But not any trophy room, a big game trophy room. Except these beats are more…alien than most.
A Vulpimancer-skin rug is sprawled across the floor with its head still intact. Above the fireplace is a Lepidopterran's head that has been mounted to the wall. And a jar of green goop sits nearby. On the either side of the fireplace stands a taxidermied Piscciss Volann and a Appoplexian with their feet nailed to wooden stands. And a giant and twisted venus fly trap plant sits in its pot in the corner, its roots stretching so far out that they've started climbing the walls. And finally an old grandfather clock sits front and center against the wall between the mirror and the fireplace.
"Intruders!"
The heroes and villains freeze in place as an ominous whisper of a voice echoes seemingly from all around them.
"Intruders, they frolic and play.
They scatter though my home and rattle the decor.
But in their mischief and play they call upon mayhem and discord.
And now comes retribution with malice and scorn.
For all intruders that dwell in my abode by midnight shall become thy bones.
For retribution comes when the bell does toll."
As the ominous warning fades away, Present Mic is left shaking and screaming. "Become thy bones?! Midnight? Bell does toll?! What does that all mean?!"
"Isn't it obvious?" asks the grimacing Acid Breath. "Come midnight anyone who's in this cursed house is DEAD!"
All their heads snap in the direction of the old grandfather clock, their eyes locking in on its hands that are a mere five minutes away from striking 12.
Snipe backs away from the stuffed tigerman with fear. "What…what is all this?! Just what is this house?!"
"It's no house." Eraserhead warns forbiddenly.
"It's a horror show." Zombozo finishes with an ominous growl.
"SKREEEE!" With a blood curdling shriek the taxidermies come to life! Shaking their mounts and stands with ferocious fury and vengeance, and making the house guests jump and yelp.
"GR-RAWR!" The Vulpimancer skin rug roars to life, its body folding upward like a snake's.
"BZZZZZZZ!" The Lepidopterran's head let's out a sickening screech as slime oozes from its pours and jaws. Beside it the jar of green goop explodes, splashing across the floor before stretching up as one living entity.
"RAAWWWR!" With their feet nailed to their stands the two taxidermied beat-aliens desperately lung forward with killer intent despite their stiff bodies.
Meanwhile, the corner of the room quickly becomes a scene out of the Little Gift Shop of Horrors as the venus fly trap sprouts into a starving Florauna.
"AAAAAAHHH!" The heroes and villains are sent screaming as the various monster-aliens lash out and lung after them, forcing the toe groups to abandoned their grudge and make a run for the door.
The stiff Ripjaws and Rath shift into place between them and the door with the skinned Wildmutt waving between them.
But the kids easily slip on by, sliding past or through their legs while also ditching the much bigger and slower villains.
Seeing that the supposed heroes are gonna be of no help, Frightwig take sit upon herself to keep these monsters at bay. "Back! Back! You terrible beasts! Back!" She throws her hair at them, cracking it like a whip.
However she cannot stop the brown and shriveled looking Wildvine from sneaking up behind them. It whips its own tendrils at the circus troop but is met by a spray of Acid Breath's spit.
Meanwhile, the hero-kids are making a beeline for the door only to have it get blocked by the living slime, Goop, and the wandering Stinkfly head that's using its own stalks to walk.
"YEAAAAAAAHH!" Present Mic, now knowing who he really is, releases a supersonic scream that rips through Goop's body causing it to go splattering across the walls while also sending that smelly bug head flying down the hall.
Allowing the heroes to make a break for it.
"Don't let them escape!" Zombozo shouts as his henchmen fend off the freaky-freaks.
Or at least Acid Breath is trying to. "But boss we only have-"
"You shut your yap! Those heroes have ruined our shows one after the next! I am not letting this audience run out before our big finale! I want to knock them dead! By any means necessary!"
Meanwhile, the kids are already nearly half-way through the hallway, the exit is already insight.
However, so are the three new alien-monsters: a creepy Opticoid, a skeletal Wrighther, and a ghastly Sphoeroid, which are all gathered in the middle of their path.
"We're almost there!" shouts Snipe. "Just keep going!"
The hero-kids easily parkour and slide past these monsters too. With Eraserhead kicking himself off Spitter's back as PResent Mic slides right through Eye Guy's legs. And Rattle is too dumb to choose whether to go after Midnight or Snipe as they both run past his sides.
Before the monsters can even react the kids have already made it to the door and this time when Eraserhead gives it a pull it actually swings open!
"It's open! Let's go!"
"WAIT!" Midnight screams with a burning fear.
Which is the last thing Eraserhead needs. "What is it now?!"
"Three-I mean, Thirteen! They aren't aware of what's happened yet! THEY'RE STILL IN THE BUILDING!"
Snipe needs a second to think. "Hang on. So, that means-…"
They look back at the narrow hallway, the glaring trio of aliens, and the ominous foliar in the distance as the sounds of a raging battle ring out.
Present Mic lets out a heavy sigh as his arms hang low. "Oh, man."
They don't even need to discuss it as Eraserhead gets ready to charge back into the fray. "You ready?"
"That we are." Snipe answers while flourishing his weapons of choice.
And they're off! With Snipe firing off his dart gun and it marks Eye Guy right in his iris.
"KREEEE!" The creature wails with pain as the kids whizz past.
Spitter spits out a geyser of acid but it's all blasted away by a single scream via Present Mic. "Trick-or-TRRREEEAAAATTT!"
Rattle's bones shake with anticipation but he never gets to strike as Eraserhead pounces on him and kicks his head away. His skull flying off and bouncing across the foyer like a soccerball. "Let's move!"
They rush the foyer and are about to sprint up the stairs when suddenly Zombozo and his troop emerge from the trophy room. "You're not going anywhere, kiddies!"
However, Eraserhead is already ahead of the situation. "Mic! Make a path!"
"You got it!" Present Mic inhales, ready to deliver a shattering scream, but just a she opens his lips a glob of pink gum is stuffed into his mouth. "Hmmmmph!"
He squeals, tugging and clawing at the gum but it's not coming out. He's been muted!
"Looks like you said a mouthful. Mwhehehehe!" Zombozo laughs as he tosses around another ball of chewing gum.
"GRAAAGH!" Thumbskull charges and the hero-kids try to evade but he's too quick this time and he back hands Snipe away!
The cowboy slams into a nearby dresser with a candelabra on it. The moment he strikes the dresser his hand accidentally brushes the candelabra. Its candles immediately flicker to light with tiny flames. And then it bends from some invisible hand and with a WOOOOOOSH a flamethrower of heat and flames is released nearly cooking everyone in its path.
"Ahhhh!" Acid Breath throws up his arms in an attempt to shield his own face from the searing heat. "Just what kinda twisted mad house is this?!"
As the flames cut away he deems it safe to lower his arms, a big mistake because enow he's open to kid-Midnight's attack. Pulling back her sleeve she releases a cloud of pheromones right into the creep's face.
Before Acid Breath can understand what it is, Somnambulist does its work, his eeys grow tired and droopy, and he collapses on the spot with sleep.
Having seen her teammate goes down at the hands of the smirking hero, Frightwig just has to seek out revenge. "You little, bitch!"
Her hair whips forward and nearly crushes Midnight who leaps away causing the hair to smash into a table instead just as a shooting Snipe is being pursued by an enraged Thumbskull.
"RAAAAWR! GR-RAWR! SKREEE! KREEE!" With shrilling screams and cries the alien-monsters burst back onto the scene much to the villains' and heroes' dismays.
Snipe hurries away as the throw rug of a Vulpimancer lunges at him. "Damnit! Isn't this house supposed to be magic or something?! Isn't there a spell or some magical word to get ride of em?!"
A rare smirk appears on Eraserhead as he answers slyly. "Yeah, there is."
"BOOOOOOOOO!" A sonic scream sends the monsters flying and crashing through the room, much to the surprise of the villains.
Especially Zombozo who's in disbelief at the sight. "How?!"
Present Mic gives him a smirk, his teeth gleaming white, as he twirls a toothbrush between his fingers. "YO! Let's all hear it for the weirdos that give out toothbrushes! YEAH!"
Even though he came in clutch, that blast ain't enough to beat those alien-monsters down since they're already back on their feet and charging right back in for more.
"Boss! There's too many! What do we do now?!" With a knocked out Acid Breath slung over his shoulder, Thumbskull is left begging for an answer as he's forced to keep the taxidermied Rath and Wildmutt at bay.
But the clown doesn't have an answer. For once he's been out chaosed and put out by it all. He can barely keep up as Rattle's head is whipped aside by Frightgast, and it lands beside the busted open Stinkfly's head.
Spitter launches acid after Eraserhead who leaps away with the aid of his scarf, allowing the spit to miss and splash into Wildvine instead causing the plant to shrivel and die.
Eye Guy and Ripjaws are chasing after Snipe while Goop is in a tug of war with Frightwig. Leaving Midnight and Present Mic to run around and try to help their friends.
It's all too much. It's all too much. And that accursed clock's ticking sounds like hammers hitting a nail as the hands inch clover and closer to the literal dead line. He can't take it anymore! "That's it! We're skipping town, boys! There's no recovering from this act. We're bailing!"
With a flourish he tosses a ball at the ground which explodes and smokes the entire room in a blast of confetti and smoke. Making the perfect cover for his troop to ditch this fight and make a run for it.
"We bough ourselves time!" Zombozo explains to his troop as they run. "Let's just leave these little shits to die when this place hits twelve!"
"Hey!" An angry Present Mic shouts after them. "Get back here!"
With all eyes on the fleeing villains no one notices the massive lumpy form running across the second-story landing. The stubby gross figure leaps off the landing and comes crashing down in front of the villains with a sickening crunch.
"You no leave!" Says figure. "You big mweanies!"
The hero-kids perk up and huge smiles stretch across their faces. "Thirteen!"
Sure enough it is Thirteen! Although like them, they are still in their toddler form. But that means they are too small to jump from such a height so then… The kids watch with terrible anticipation as the last of the smoke and confetti clears away to reveal that Thirteen is in fact being carried by one of the most grotesque and vile creatures they have ever seen. An ogre with worty yellow skin has baby-Thirteen sitting in their huge lumpy hands while their glowing gree eyes stare unblinking back at them through a cage lodged around its head like a helmet.
"Uggggggh…" Toepick lets out a low rumble of growl as his passenger cutely but angrily glares at the villains.
"THIRTEEN!" The hero-kids cry out in bone chilling fear.
But Thirteen doesn't seem to care about their chaoffere's appearance but instead they're soul focus is on the villains.
Zombozo can't believe his eyes. "What the fuck is this?!"
"That's a bawd word! You poppyhead!" Toddler-Thirteen scowls as they slowly begin to raise a finger. "Stop hwrting my fwends!" The cap over the tip of their finger begins to slide open.
And their friends' blood drains from their faces as they realize where this is going. "THIRTEEN NO!"
But it's too late.
"BWAKHOLE!" As if opening a portal to hell gravity itself shifts and pulls everything in till it becomes nothing more than dust.
Furniture, the candles, and carpet are all pulled in along with clouds of cobwebs and dirt. The alien-monsters, unaware of the danger, are sucked in first with their skin peeling and crumbling away to the sound of robotic gears trying in vain to resist the pull.
The hero-kids cling tightly to whatever they can, praying that whatever it is that it's nailed down. Especially as their feet are pulled out right from under them as the void's pull grows stronger.
Using her hair as a lifeline, Frightwig calls out. " Boss! What now?!"
While hanging onto the staircase railing, Zombozo replies with a disappointed and frustrated scowl. "We cut our losses."
She understands and using her hair like a living rope she grabs her boss, Thumbskull, and the passed out Acid Breath before crawling away like a spider into the kitchen and out the nearest window.
With the monsters and freaks gone, the kids try yelling out to their friend. "Thirteen! Stop! Please!"
"You got them!"
"Yeah! The villains already ran off!"
But the vacuum of air is too loud; they can't hear them. And what's worse is the fact that this toddler is keeping their eyes tightly shut against all the flying dust.
"WHY DO YOU HAVE YOUR EYES CLOSED!"
It's no use, they can't see or hear their own friends. And Eraserhead's grip is slipping from the chandelier. He can't hold on for that much longer!
Not their screams. Not even their own cries reach their own ears. All that can break through wind is the sound of the grandfather clock striking midnight with a booming toll.
"Thirteen, please! We're running out of time! We're-"
Blinding strobe lights dance across the room as swirling lights whiz past the windows from the outside. The floorboards shake and unhinge themselves from the ground as more and more light pours in from underneath. And all the candles and lights on the walls suddenly burst in raging flames as the lights and chaos reach their climax and the front door slams open with a sudden flare of LIGHT!
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAH! MY HOUSE! What did you do to my house?!" shouts a shrill little voice.
Suddenly the pull of the void vanishes and the kids hit the ground. As they do, puffs of confetti explode around them.
"Ugh…" A now adult version of Eraserhead groans while rubbing a hand through his long shaggy hair. But he doesn't have time for that! What happened to the house?! What happened to them?! And what was that shrill scream?!
Speaking of which. "Who are you?! And how did you get in here?! This is private property ya know!"
With a moan an adult Midnight gets up before backing away from the source of the shouting. "It's another one!"
"No." An adult Thirteen interrupts while pulling away from their Toepick-like chaperone. "It's not."
Adult versions of Present Mic and Snipe soon join the others and soon all their jaws join together at their feet as they drop with utter shock.
Before them or rather below them is a 14-inch tall red goblin-demon thing. A red gremlin perhaps? With a long narrow nose, wide scowl with crooked fangs, pointy ears, and sharp red claws and a thin devil-tail. And it is made, but hard to take seriously thanks to the scarecrow costume he's wearing.
Thirteen shrinks back while waving sheepishly at the thing. "Hey…Gregory. How's trix?"
The Planchakule frowns in annoyance. "Hey yourself, Red Spot. Mind explaining yourself?"
Ataulyl present Mic is more hung up on another explanation. "Red Spot? Hold up, you know that Thirteen's a-"
"Plumber. Yeah."
"And you're-?"
"An alien!" Gregory's exasperated as he leans back to address the Plumber. "Sheesh, you sure hang out with the best and brightest don't ya?"
"Wait. What's going on?" asks a very confused Snipe. "I thought we were all supposed to die at midnight? The clock rang, didn't it?"
"What in the hell are you humans talking about?"
"Dude, there was a mad ominous warning predicting our deaths!" answers a very distraught Present Mic. "It sort-of rhythmed and everything!"
"Warning?" Gregory frowns, thinking. "Oh! You mean my warning system?"
Eraserhead blinks. "Warning system?"
"What kind of haunted house needs a warning system?" asks Snipe.
But that just sounds like a stupid question to the already annoyed Planchakule. "Haunted house?! This isn't some tourist trap! This is my SHIP!"
. . . . .
"NANI!?"
Figuring it's best to show them the little Jury Rig pulls out a little remote and the instant he clicks it the entire house of mystery becomes a whole new type of mystery.
Panels and floorboards spin over becoming pristent and white. The gorry and creepy decor shifts into the walls only to be replaced by high-tech computers, systems, and gadgets. And ever window turns into a wide screen which displays the outside world with high definition quality.
Present Mic can't believe it, this is nothing like the house they were just standing in a literal second ago. "Wait, what?! But the rug?! The stairs?! The flying dishes?! THE MONSTERS!?"
"Were all robots. See." Thirteen explains as they stand beside the still Toepick. They then gently pull at the alien's cage-like helmet, opening it. But instead of eldritch horrors they find a face made of shifting gears, robotic joints, wires, and blinking lights.
Gregory smirks, admiring his own handiwork. "Yeah, if anything attacked you it was my security system at work. And all that warning was trying to tell you that I'd be home by 12 and I won't be happy to see ya. And the robots were a side project of mine. Hmm, I'll have to up the lethalness of everything if you nerf-herders were able to break in though."
A sweatdrop forms over the pros' heads.
But Gregory cares less about them and more about all the time and energy that was wasted on those bots. "I'll be seeking reimbursement for all the damages by the way!"
Thirteen takes the shouting well and with a polite calmness, like a restaurant employee dealing with a Karen. "Magister Nezu will be more than happy to cover it."
"So, like, you two really know each other?" asks Present Mic, trying to bring the conversation back to the here and now.
"We do." answers the only Plumber of the group. "Gregory here comes by every year so we always make a point to check in on him."
"I see." Midnight cups her chin in thought. "But then why come now?"
"Hehehehehe! What can I say? You earthlings are the only race around that knows how to celebrate a holiday! I mean-" With a BLAM he suddenly produces a massive bag field with a mountain of candy inside. "Name one other planet in this stinking galaxy where I can earn a haul like this?! Hahahahaha!"
Midnight's expression turns into a deadpan at the sight. 'Well I guess he is the right size for no one to question if he's a kid or not…'
"Oooooh!" In realization, Present Mic drops his fist into his palm while grinning at Thirteen. "So, that's why you ran off and why you weren't scared!"
Eraserhead nods in understanding. "You subconsciously recognized this place and knew nothing was real from the start."
"I…guess so?" Thirteen tilts their head to the side, questioningly.
Their co-workers sweatdrop in response. 'Seriously…?'
"Great! I'm happy you're all caught up." Gregory sarcastically remarks. "But I want to know why a bunch of pro-heroes have broken into my home!"
"That's because- *GASP!*"
As Present Mic is about to answer they all stop and let out a sharp gasp. "THE CLOWN!"
The heroes suddenly forget about the alien and rush outside in a hurry! Hopefully with some luck and speed they can make up some ground and catch the-
"Get your foot out of my face Thumbskull!"
"Ugh, I'm trying! But Acid Breath's drooling on me!"
"You boffons! Morons! How did you manage to get us all caught in the exact god-damnit trap?!"
It's quiet the show the heroes have found themselves.
The troop of villains are all suspended in the air in some kind of laser net. With Zombozo hanging down from his shows insider said net, forcing him to hand there upside down with his hat just inches from the grass.
"Hehehehe. Looks like my mouse trap finally caught something good!" Gregory snickers and laughs while rubbing his hands together greedily.
"Heroes!" Zombozo rages at the sight of them. "This isn't over! The show won't end here for old Zombozo! I will have my revenge! I will-"
From out of the bushes a lone rat scampers up and props itself right next to Zombozo's upside down head.
The clown gives it a disgusted look before reaching his finger out to it as if to flick it away. "What do you want-OW!"
With a shriek the rat chomps down on his finger. Hard.
"AAAAH! Get it off! Get it off! It's chewing through the skin!"
"Boss! Hold still!"
"Stop squirming!"
"ZZZzzzz…"
It's certainly a unique show. Although Gregory is more confused then anything. "Who are those clowns?"
Snipe takes a moment to think of an answer. "They're…a lost act."
"Ugh." Even Eraserhead is embarrassed for villains but mostly for himself and his friends. "I can't believe he tricked us like he did."
That gets Snipe to chuckle. "Well I still can't believe you said bejeebers."
Eraserhead scowls in response, turning away so they can;t see his red face. "I never said…bejeebers."
Midnight smirks at that. "You totally said bejeebers."
"And I'm saying good riddance!" Gregory declares. "But seriously clear out, I'm gonna be hauling my ship out of here soon and the last thing I need are any more hitchhikers." With a scoff he spins around and scurries away for home.
While Thirteen waves them goodbye. "See ya next year, Gregory!"
"Yeah! Yeah…"
With the alien gone and the villains taken care of, Present Mic wishes to get the night started. "Alright! So, who's ready to get their trick-or-treat on?!"
Eraserhead's eye twitches. "You can't be serious?"
"I am! The night is still young!" As he shouts and yells he spots a group of costumed teens passing by on the sidewalk. "Look! Those little listeners are still going at it!"
Eraerhead peers over at the group and the moment he does it feels like he's gonna have a heart attack! His insides fill with dread and he spins around hoping the teens didn't notice. "Those aren't trick-or-treaters…" He groans.
Meanwhile, a set of costumed cat ears wiggle around in a mane of pink hair. "Hey, guys, look!" Mina Ashido stops and points her cat-gloved hand over at the pros. "Isn't that Mr. Aizawa over there?!" She asks gleefully; while looking mighty comfortable in her cat costume.
"And Thirteen and Midnight too!" Chimes in the Witch-Girl, Ochaco Uraraka.
"Present Mic's here too." Shoto Todoroki comments while his dracula getup waves with the wind.
"And of course Mr. Snipe as well!" Tenya Iida loudly announces, his arms chopping the air, which for once look in character since he has make up on to help him look like Dr. Frankenstein's monster.
"Yo, teach!" Dressed in all red, Eijiro Kirishima waves, rushing over while dragging along an unwilling Bakugou. "Happy Halloween! Hahaha!"
"Yo! It's Little Red Riot Hood!" Present Mic howls, laughing at Kriishima's white blouse and red cape.
"Oh my!" Midnight especially gushes at the sight. "My Bakugou, what big ears you have~!"
Katsuki Bakugou's glare hardens and gleams like a predator of the night. Fitting considering he was forced to put on a werewolf costume: which really just a ragged jacket with ears and a tail stuffed on.
"Shut up." He growls.
Meanwhile, a mummified Hitoshi Shinso is laughing to himself in the background. "Hehehe. Using my Brainwashing on him was so worth it."
"Dude!" An upset Kaminari Denki chimes in, wearing a devil's costume. "He blew you up and wrecked your original costume! We were gonna be matching!"
Shinso shivers as he recalls that horrid looking angel outfit. "Yeah, it was definitely worth it." Besides, his Capture Scarf makes for some good mummy bandages anyway.
"Hahaha!" Kyoka Jiro can't help but laugh while snakes hang in her hair, her Earphone Jacks wiggling them around as to help sell the illusion."Now that would have been something to see!"
Eraserhead is already done with this. The only costume he wants to put on is that of a giant yellow caterpillar that needs to sleep for the next 12 hours "Class Pres. might I ask what you all are doing out here?"
"Sir!" Instantly, Franken-Iida responded with dutiful glee. "We are partaking in the most festive of traditions, sir! I am chaperoning my dear classmates so that they can trick-or-treat to their hearts' content without worry!"
"Ever the responsible one. And the rest of your classmates?"
"Oh, we all split up to maximize our candy haul!" Ochaco explains while holding up her giant haul of candy like it was the world's most precious treasure. "After tonight it won't just be me puking up rainbows! Ha Ha Ha Ha!"
"Yeah!" Kaminari and Mina cheer in the background as do Shoto and Shinso although with much less enthusiasm.
Kaminari saunters over to the heroes, eyeing them suspiciously. "So, what were you all up to? *gasp!* You're all going to a party, aren't you?! That's it, isn't it?! I knew it! So, where's it at?! Wait! Let me call everyone else first!"
"There's no party." clarifies Snipe much to Kaminari's and Mina's disappointment.
However, Thirteen is happy to interject. "But we did just come from a haunted house."
"Aw, no way! I want to go!" Neko-Mina whines.
Only for the teachers to give her a hard stare. "Trust us you don't."
As the teens begin berating their teachers for details on this haunted house, Eraserhead distracts himself by checking back up on the villains.
He expects to see something odd, especially with Zombozo, but he doesn't expect to find Zombozo and his crew looking as white as a sheet. Frozen stiff with looks of pure terror permanently glued to their faces.
And the cause? Is the innocent looking white sheet standing there in front of them as if inspecting them.
Eraserhead blinks, confused about who that is until he spots a pair of red shoes sticking out from underneath the white sheet.
"Midoriya?"
The sheet shifts a little in response.
Eraserhead sighs while approaching his alien transforming student. "I know I'm not much for dressing up, but is that really your costume?"
He attempts to drop his hand on the kid's shoulder but his hand just drops against the sheet without ever making contact with anything. Almost as if he was touching air.
"M-Midoriya…?"
He tries reaching out for his student again… Slowly… Hesitantly…
The sheet billows in the wind as the head begins to turn around slowly. And As the sheet billows upward both the hero and the villains are met with the steely dead gaze of a single purple eye.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
"Kekekekekekeee! Happy Halloweennn!"
*I believe Ghostfreak said it best. But Happy Halloween everyone! In case you couldn't tell but this OVA was based on the episode "Trick or Threat" from the "Justice League Action" cartoon show. But obviously with my own twist on things. And like any good Halloween story it was full of Tricks and Treats!
*UPDATE* So as some of you have realized. But Fanfic is having issues with their emailing system. Not sure why and I'm not sure when it will be fixed. But Ch.80 Abduction is already up on the main story. And because of this OVA I have no started Ch.81 yet. And I can't quiet start it yet because of other obligations I have this week and over the weekend. So, I'll try to sneak in some work when I can but I probably can't start the next chapter until next week. I am aiming to have it done by November 26, 2023. Why that date? Because that this story's BIRTHDAY! We started back in 2019 so do the math, everyone! We've been on this journey for that long, so I hope to celebrate it right with another fun and exciting chapter in the future.
