Danny emerged from the bathroom in his pajamas, apple-themed slippers—courtesy of Lucifer—on his feet. Entering the living room, he found his friends similarly attired in their nightwear. Charlie's hair was loose, framing her face, and Emily's white gown seemed to enhance her beauty beyond what Danny had imagined.
"Easy, Fenton. Keep your crush in check. You're not Dash," He reminded himself.
He approached them, and Charlie and Emily smiled in response.
"Hey, Danny. Nice PJs," Charlie remarked.
"Um, thanks. Yours are nice too, Charlie," Danny replied, then turned to Emily.
"You look really pretty in yours, Emily," he blurted out, then quickly covered his mouth with his hand.
'Damn it! I didn't mean to say that!' Danny chastised himself internally.
Emily's cheeks turned pink as Charlie grinned.
"And what about me?" She inquired, feigning offense.
Danny glanced at Charlie, then voiced his thoughts.
"It suits you. I think it makes you look adorable," He remarked, then immediately brought his hand to his face in dismay.
'Darn it,' He mentally chastised himself, groaning inwardly.
Charlie laughs while Emily shakes her head, still smiling.
"Come on, Charlie. Let's not give Danny any reason to embarrass himself, even if he is around two cute girls," She said.
"I thought boys dreamed of being surrounded by cute girls," Charlie teased.
"Well, he's having a sleepover with two," Emily chimed in.
Danny's blush deepened, prompting giggles from Charlie and Emily, who knew exactly how he reacted to their teasing.
"Take it easy, Danny. We're just joking around," Charlie said with a smile.
"Yeah, we're just having a bit of fun," Emily added, eliciting a sigh from Danny.
"I know, but I really wish I could control my thoughts and actions better when I'm around cute girls," Danny admitted, sighing again.
They quickly settled on the floor, with Charlie presenting a list of her plans while welcoming her friends' suggestions. The sleepover was already shaping up nicely!
Meanwhile,
Sam arrived at the gates, pondering her next move.
"Am I truly this desperate?" She murmured with a sigh.
She was aware that the Morningstar Mansion was the most challenging to infiltrate among all the residences in Amity Park, boasting even tighter security than her own family's mansion. Taking a deep breath, Sam extended her hand towards the gate when suddenly a voice interrupted.
"Well, well, what do we have here?"
Startled, Sam turned around. She hadn't noticed the peculiar man with the unsettling smile approaching her until his hand landed on her shoulder.
"What brings a young lady like yourself out at this late hour?" He asked, prompting Sam to turn toward him.
"Who are you?" She inquired.
"Just a man enjoying a nocturnal stroll. But if you wish to address me by a name, you may call me Alastor," He replied, his smile unwavering.
Sam blinked, the name Alastor striking a chord of familiarity. Observing his attire, she arched an eyebrow.
"Aren't you a bit out of fashion? We're not in the 40's or 50's anymore," She remarked.
"I am quite aware, my dear. It's just that I have a fondness for these clothes. They evoke pleasant memories," Alastor responded, wearing his nostalgia with pride.
"Okay?" Sam inquired, her confusion evident.
She shook her head, voicing the sudden question that had arisen in her mind.
"What are you doing out here?" She asked.
"I was on the verge of asking you the same thing, my dear," Alastor replied, eliciting a sigh from her.
"Alright. I found out that a boy I know is having a sleepover with two girls who, I believe, aren't right for him. I want to check on him, but..." Sam trailed off.
"The mansion is renowned for its security, which prevents even a mouse from sneaking in," Alastor concluded for her.
"How do you know that?" Sam asked.
"The Morningstars are a family that even I wouldn't dare to cross. Breaking in is much worse than breaking out. And given your hesitation, the boy you're talking about has no idea you're here, does he?" Alastor inquired.
Sam was taken aback by his awareness of her attempt to sneak in. She glared at Alastor, who simply continued to smile.
"Listen, those girls may not be what I expected, but they're disrupting the established balance! They're wealthy, and he's not! I'm intervening because he should be with people who are like him," Sam asserted.
"Oh? Should he? Even after his life was saved by them? Even as you did nothing?" Alastor inquired, causing Sam to flinch.
"I..." Sam began, then noticed the man's shadow.
Red eyes glowed from the shadow, which seemed to morph into a monstrous deer in Sam's eyes. She couldn't suppress the trembling of her body as she gazed upon it.
"Come, my dear. We should get you home. Your parents would likely disapprove of your late-night escapades," Alastor remarked, escorting the dazed Goth Girl away.
Sam remained silent. The shadow she had witnessed left her petrified.
With the three,
Charlie glanced up, feeling a presence near the mansion's front gates, catching her friends' attention.
"Charlie? Are you alright?" Danny inquired, concern evident in his voice.
"I believe so. I felt something outside," She replied, uncertain.
"Could it be a ghost?" Emily questioned.
"No, my ghost sense didn't trigger," Danny responded, shaking his head.
"I'll call my dad; he might have an idea," Charlie decided, moving toward the phone.
She hastily phoned him to share her uneasy feeling. Lucifer responded promptly, assuring her he hadn't found anything but would remain vigilant. Grateful, Charlie expressed her thanks and rejoined her friends.
"Charlie?" They inquired, noting her concern.
She dismissed it with a shake of her head. This was a sleepover; it was no time for fretting over what might lurk at the gates, especially since there had never been a breach before.
"Okay! For our first activity, I was thinking we could watch some cartoons! I hope you guys don't mind watching my favorite episode first. I really enjoy it and want you all to see it," she said, refocusing on the plan.
Danny and Emily exchanged glances before nodding in agreement. They decided that whatever was bothering them could wait. It was time to have some fun!
20 minutes later,
After watching cartoons, the three of them headed into the kitchen, getting ready to make something quick and easy. Charlie already called her father to inform him about what they were about to do, and Lucifer permitted them, stating he would be down later to check on them. After some consideration, they opted for classic s'mores.
"I love s'mores," Charlie said with a smile.
"It's because they leave you wanting 's'more', right?" Danny quipped.
The girls giggled, understanding the pun.
"Absolutely," Emily agreed, popping a marshmallow into her mouth.
"Save some for us, Emily. We don't need a marshmallow that's also a fluffy angel," Charlie chided playfully.
Emily rolled her eyes with a smile. Danny checked the oven and saw the s'mores were baking nicely.
"Something smells delightful," Lucifer remarked as he entered the kitchen.
"We're just making some s'mores, Dad," Charlie responded.
"S'mores?!" Lucifer exclaimed, hurrying over to the oven.
He inhaled deeply and let out a heavenly sigh.
"Ah, that aroma is wonderful. I adore s'mores almost as much as apples," He said with a smile.
"And don't worry, Mr. Morningstar. We made sure to follow all the oven safety rules," Emily assured him.
"It's important to have an adult present for something like this. However, we were careful to avoid any mishaps," Danny chimed in.
Charlie donned some mitts before carefully removing the tray. The aroma of s'mores filled the air as everyone prepared to indulge. They savored the treats, accompanied by milk to wash them down. Danny got melted marshmallows on his chin and quipped about his beard growing in, prompting laughter from everyone as he cleaned his face. Afterward, Lucifer retreated to his room, taking a few extra s'mores with him. The trio then returned to the living room, gearing up for their next activity.
"Cartoons, check. S'mores, check," Charlie said, ticking off her list.
"Ensuring everyone's having fun? Check," Danny quipped.
"It sounds like you're really enjoying yourself, Daniel," Emily remarked.
"I am! I'll confess, I had my concerns initially. Apart from Vaggie finding out from someone else, I was anxious about what you girls might plan," Danny confessed.
"I've got a few activities in mind for Emily and me, but I don't want to exclude you. That said, I wouldn't want to pressure you into joining if you'd rather not," Charlie explained.
"It's okay, Charlie. I appreciate you considering me," Danny says with a smile.
"Just remember the most crucial element of a sleepover, Charlie," Emily interjects.
"Which is?" Charlie inquires.
"Sleeping!" Emily chuckles, causing her friends to burst into laughter.
"Indeed, it's right there in the name," Danny remarks.
Their laughter continues as they prepare for their next activity.
The next morning,
Following several rounds of video games, Charlie let Emily style her hair while she applied makeup to Emily's face. They also teased Danny once more about their appearance, causing him to blush at the words he uttered aloud. Subsequently, they all fell asleep. Charlie was dozing on the couch while Danny and Emily were resting on air mattresses provided by Lucifer. The aroma of pancakes eventually awakened Charlie, prompting a yawn and the rubbing of sleep from her eyes.
She walked into the kitchen to find her father flipping pancakes, donning an apron emblazoned with "Hell's Best Cook."
"Morning, Apple Pie," said Lucifer with a smile.
"Good morning, Dad," yawned Charlie.
"Did you three have fun last night? I had to clean Emily's face and take out your hair accessories when I came downstairs," He observed, looking at his daughter's tousled hair.
"Yeah, it was a blast. And before you ask, no, we didn't do anything you'd approve of," Charlie said, yawning again.
"Good. No children until you're married," Lucifer said, smirking.
"Dad..." Charlie groaned, thinking it was too early for that conversation.
"Breakfast is almost ready. Go wash up; I'll get your friends," Lucifer instructed, prompting a nod from her.
"Thanks, Dad," she said, kissing his cheek.
Charlie was happy she could have a sleepover with her friends. Maybe next time, she'll invite Vaggie!
That concludes the sleepover! Apart from Sam's attempt to sneak in, which Alastor thwarted, all went smoothly. They even made s'mores, and I can understand if anyone craves them after hearing about it. It's been a while since I've had s'mores, and perhaps you feel the same.
Rest assured, I won't be including any explicit content in this narrative. It's primarily rated M due to language. However, as we venture into the depths of hell, the narrative may shift to more graphic descriptions. So, be prepared for that.
So for the next chapter, we're doing our first flashback chapter, the episode "What you Want". However, this takes place before Tucker finds out about the three's powers, he won't be the one used by Desiree. So, the last amount of the rewrite will be different from the canon episode. I'm open to any ideas everyone may have.