•°ugh what the hecccccccccc°• anyway guys I just wanna say happy halloween!! UwU •°cringe 101 helpp°• also if you wanna know i'm going as the bIg. BaD. WOOOOOOLFF hehE •°see picture above°• the story will nEVer happen bc most of the characters are nonexistent sobs but it was fun to write `uwu` -anyway here it is- •°thunder's halloween 2019°• "Isn't Halloween great, Seamus?" Thunder asked, very excitedly. "Hmm?" he answered. He was lying on the bottom bunk of Thunder's bunk bed, anthro form. "Yeah, I love it." He continued reading. Seamus has promised Thunder he would concentrate on a random book she had thrown him (which turned out to be Percy Jackson and the Battle of the Labyrinth) while she changed into her Halloween costume. His crutch lay abandoned on the floor beside the bed (he had detached it from his belt). He read: "I shuddered. Despite all the run-ins I'd had with Clarisse, I felt horrible for her. She'd tried so hard to help him. And now that I'd been in the Labyrinth, I could understand why it had been so easy for the ghost of Minos to drive Chris mad. If I'd been wandering around down there alone, without my friends to help, I'd never have made it out." Really, Seamus loved Halloween. He was just trying hard to stick to the task that Thunder had set him. He also loved Percy Jackson. "OK Seamus, I'm ready!" Thunder grabbed her sweet bag and passed Seamus his. Thunder was aware that Seamus hated the design on the bag. There is this odd pumpkin grinning up at him and all these cheesy phrases like, "That's what I'm talking about!", "Toss some more in, please!", and the dreaded "Gimme gimme gimme!". Seamus was mortified with it. At least his crush, Silver Rose, was trick-or-treating on the headland at the other side of the little bay they lived near. God forbid she'd ever have to see that. "So, you're not dressing up?" Thunder asked. "Do I have to?" Seamus gestured to his half-attatched crutch and his jet-black fur. "If Halloween was a fox, it would be me!" Thunder laughed. "Yeah. I guess we should tell Jobby we're ready." They left the bedroom. Indeed, Jobby was waiting for them. He was stuck on ideas since his creeper costume didn't work out so he put tomato ketchup on his ears, tail, paws and face. He was wearing a t-shirt that was three sizes too big and Thunder's old shorts. His bag had a groovy-face sp00der. "You slowpokes ready?" he asked, smiling. The nine-year-old open the door to let his sister and her best friend/roommate out. They stepped out into the drive, onto the large garden. The grass is wet so took a step back on the concrete. They focused their gaze on the stars and waited for the fireworks to start in the north-west. The first fiery flash lit the horizon lilac. The next one was a light yellow to match the stars. The countryside was filled with the sound of whistling and bangs. "Alright boys", Thunder murmured, "I think we should go to the car. After all, there's no trick-or-treating on this country lane." •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Kitty opened the front door of her house to find her cousins in their costumes, accompinied by Seamus. "You guys came!" She was wearing a ragged white dress with a headpiece. Thunder knew instantly. She was unsure of what to go as so she bought a dead bride costume. "Of course we did. Were you expecting us?" Seamus joked. He was now in feral form: he prefers it that way. "Do you think this dress suits me?" Kitty asked self-consciously. A pink anthro lioness with deep blue eyes - not a lot could suit that. But somehow the dress really looked like her colour and style. "You look great, Kitty!" Jobby exclaimed. That was a rare compliment coming from him. They took a few minutes to get ready, before gathering around the door. "Ready?" Seamus asked. "Yeah", the rest replied. Jobby left with Flamer just before Seamus, Thunder and Kitty did. "Alright", Kitty said, "Who to first?" •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• They had already been to several houses and their bags were two-thirds full when Seamus stiffened. When the girls asked him what was wrong, he said, "Something's wrong. Someone's coming." They then heard a female voice behind them. "What's up?!" They turned to see a group of five girls in witch costumes. "Of course", Kitty muttered, so that only Thunder and Seamus could hear her. "It's Cloudy and the Poo Gang." One of the smaller ones, the leader Cloudy, stepped forward. "OMG! You guys are so stupid, I bet the neighbours gave you raisins and you didn't even complain!" The others giggled. Jobby and Flamer, who were just leaving the next house, heard the remark. "Thunder, remember the plan for if this happens?" Jobby whispered into Thunder's ear. "Yeah", Thunder whispered back, before letting out a shrill whistle. The Poo Gang, once they got over their shock, exploded with laughter. "I thought wolves howled!" One of them gasped through the laughing fit and pointed at Thunder's onesie. Another managed to say, "Calling for your pack?" To be continued..
