Work Text:
A mask something that was typically used to hide one’s identity, Perhaps within a play or within the act of a crime, Many uses come from a mask, But for one very special night once per year a mask can bring great joy and joyous amount of laughter and sweet treats, The joy of Hallows Eve was shared worldwide but it held greater significance in the mind of two young boys…
Though this year… Thing’s may play out differently.
“Mom, can Pump come over so we can get ready for trick or treating?”
Lila’s nostrils flared as she crouched and patted her son on the head, “Of course dear.” she looked at her hand and grimaced. “I have a special gift for you and Pump.”
In an instant Pump was at the door ringing the doorbell, with Skid quick to open, an off putting odor wafted into the house mixing and harmonizing with skids funk. It brought a stinging tear to Lila's eye.
The two boys darted upstairs to Skid's room, with Lila following in maternal pursuit.
Skid’s ADHD flared as they entered. “Oh my mum has a gift for us. Lila said, from the downstairs in a firm tone, “Take off those filthy costumes. They need to be washed. Here's some new ones,” she said, throwing the packs of costumes to their feet and slamming the door shut.
All of a sudden, as if possessed, the radio started to play Bad Touch. "Do it how they do it on the Discovery channel,” blared as the two boys looked longingly into each other's eyes and began to disrobe their sticky gross costumes.
Skid’s eyes briefly gazed upward watching his friend as he stripped himself off his pumpkin costume, Showcasing his chubby exterior and head of twirly brown curls.. He shouldn’t feel so overwhelmed at the sight of his friend.. they had always played together naked when they were younger.. Why was looking so difficult now?
Skid looked down at his own costume for a moment before stripping it from his body, Sliding the silky thin fabric from his small frame, His mask being pulled off next revealed an impossible amount of purple hair that shouldn’t have been hidden so well..
As he now stood in a pair of skull-faced briefs Skid took one more look over to his friend.. only to spot him bare naked.. had he not worn any pants under his costume…?
Suddenly the room felt very hot, as the indigo hair boy's eyes locked on to his friend's jiggly butt, especially as the rotund boy bent over to pick up a pair of Bolt earmuffs flashing his friend his virgin rosebud.
Pump turned to show off his new adornment when his blue eyes glanced down, he snickered, “hehe, spooky boner.”
Skid's fake vampire teeth almost fell out of his mouth as he went slack jawed from such a surreal moment.
“It is just my costume playing tricks.” Skid turned around in a rather swift motion to hide his shame from his blatantly confident buddy.
”But your not wearing your costume..” Pump titled his head a confused expression lining his chubby face, Though he rather switch went back to dawning his costume.. staring at Skid at the same time.. what was up with him?
A heavy crimson hue splashed across Skid's cheeks
The two boys ventured outside as autumn leaves fell like snow, hues of beige and red flittered along the street as a familiar van flew past ground to a screeching halt and backed up, “hey boys need a lift?” Frank offered.
“No, I think we're good.”
“Yeah, thanks though.“
“Ok then have fun tonight. I know I will,”
Frank’s white van sped off… only to come to halt ten feet ahead, Grabbing a child before once again speeding off.
The small town seemed absolutely bustling with trick or treaters this year.. the boys didn’t even know where to begin!
Skid dragged Pump along behind him at what seemed like impossible speeds before knocking on the first of many doors that night, Before even giving the door the chance to open the pair yelled “Trick or treat..”
The pair were greeted to a rather oddly costumed pair.. a tall man with a set of red and blue eyes in a white T-shirt and pale jeans.. with makeup over his face designed to make himself look paler.. yet he had an odd pair of cat ears added on
“Corrie you said I could be L this year…” A Rather scruffy looking brown haired boy stood a small distance behind the man.. looking rather annoyed with his costume.. “This Light costume is no good…” The boy said, pulling at the tight dress collar and loosening his tie.
“Learn to do makeup and you can dress however you want Nate” Corrie bent down poking him on the nose before looking to the trouble boys in front of him “Good thing you caught us we were just about to head out.” Corrie gave the pair a few bags of treats smiling brightly.
As the pair said their thanks and sped off.. Nathan looked up to Corrie with a scowl “I saw you staring at their butts y'know…”
House after house after house.. trick or treating was more like a sport to those ferocious pair.. bumping into many original characters along the way without a care in the world…
They saw a small group of three and thought they were familiar friends. Though as they approached they realized their eyes deceived them. The portly black boy dressed in a Chica costume that accentuated his voluptuous body, asked aloud. “Anybody interested in trading candy? I'm looking for snickerdoodles and other cookies.”
“Oh I think I got some want. Do you have to trade? Pump asked, opening his satchel full of sweets wide.
“You can have all of my hard candy. I can't have them because of my braces.” He smelled widely showing off his black and orange rubber bands around his braces.
“Ok, Pump and I can split them, I call the jolly ranchers!”
“Awe, can I call the strawberry ranchers?”
“Sure, green ones are the best.”
A second boy spoke up, “Do you have any Twix or Snickers?” He asked, fidgeting with a long blonde bang to his anime styled hair.
The two boys looked him up and down with the vexing look, “What are you supposed to be?”
They asked, looking at his styled hair and massive sword on his back.
“I'm Cloud!” He said, swing his massive styrofoam sword around.
The third boy dressed in a caveman costume began to sniff at and circle around the boys. He had a strange skin color and a horn protruded from his head. His candy pale hung from a club. He without much more than a few grunts dove his head into Pump's candy satchel.
“Hey! Don't don't drool on my candy.”
Malcolm pulled his friend Trip off of Pump, “sorry it's his first Halloween and he's kind of determined to try Halloween candy.
Skid was intrigued and pulled out a popcorn ball, “this humble snack embodies spooky month.”
Trip's golden yellow eyes sparkle at the rare mythical item as if it was some sort of arcane focus, he crept closer and closer until with one big chomp he enveloped Skid's forearm popcorn ball included.
“Whaaa!” Skid hollered, trying to free his hand.
Skid pulled his hand free from the gaping maw of the sweet crazed boyo, Skid looked down at his hand.. The popcorn ball as well as his costume glove were both gone.
Malcolm’s hand hit his face covering a red hue growing over his cheeks, “My apologies…”
“It’s ok!” Skid chirped “Gulping it down is the truest way to enjoy spooky candy!”
“Whose gulping what now..?” With that a Boy Skid and Pump had seen earlier walked into the crowd, His costume looking a little more disheveled and his brown hair doubly ruffled, “We tradin Sweets?”
Even more kids started to slip into the crowd after this moment.. Including a pair attempting a matching costume of Cosmo and wanda.. though their poor wigs showed off the Cosmos long white hair..
As more and more boys started to slip into the trading circle Skid and punk thought it right to slip away in the hunt for even more sweets.. including their yearly terrorisation of Kevin, A minimum wage candy store employee with multiple useless degrees..
After the boys mad rush they eventually found themselves in an empty Car park... alone…
Streetlight after street light began to flicker on in the abandoned parking lot piercing the darkness of the night. The wind howled as the leaves skitter across the poorly maintained pavement. They saw a couple of figures in the distance underneath a lamp post. They squint their eyes, and bounded over with all of the mirth youth can muster. “Hey! Are you trading candy, Mister?”
Shhh, don't draw so much attention. Yeah, I got nose candy, I got rock candy, weed gummies.”
What will you trade for a big chocolate bar?
Oh you mean ahh,” he rifled through the pockets of his trench coat, “how about these rare blurpleberry crystal candies.”
They both looked at each other smiling ear to ear as if a second wind of the spirit of spooky month had blown their sails wide open, “A new candy? Have you ever tried these Pump?” Skid asked, picking up a small blue pill from the candy dealer's hand inspecting it closely.
““No, it's really exciting!”
“In more ways than one!” The candy dealer quipped.
“Let's try it.” “Deal!”
The pairs gobbled down the ‘new’ candy in less then one bite, Hardly stopping to savor the taste, A look of intense thought overtaking their faces.
“That didn’t taste like much of anything..” Pump pouted