CG
10-30-2006, 08:38 PM
Wow, another one? Well kind of. It's a part one. Halloween themed! If it is 'too much' feel free to edit it, then I'll post a link to it in my live journal.
The autumn leaves were building up, covering the yard of the aging Victoria Mansion like a brand new carpet freshly laid out by interior designers. Every now and then a gust of wind would come rushing up, capture a few leaves and send them dancing through the air before settling again for some rest. When the wind did come, it was sharp and cold, enhanced by the dark clouds hanging in the sky high above the world.
You couldn't ask for better Halloween weather if you tried.
"Man this is gonna be so GREAT!" Bloo exclaimed for the hundredth time that day. "But you know what'd make it greater?" he asked his audience of two.
"What's that Bloo?" Wilt asked, who was decked out in a black tuxedo with very impressive tails on it. His face and lone hand was painted white too, and for a rare occasion he was wearing black shiny 'dance' shoes. Accompanying him was Coco, who had somehow managed to get ripped stockings over her legs, a denim jacket covered in buttons and stitches over her 'arms', and each leaf was dyed a different colour.
"If this toilet paper didn't RIP so easily!!" the small blue imaginary friend growled viciously. Same as last year, and the year before that, and the year before that, Bloo had left it until the last minute to make himself a Halloween Costume. Now, it was Halloween afternoon and Bloo found himself scavenging through the house in hopes of finding something suitable for the holiday.
At first he thought he'd go as a swamp monster, but Frankie hadn't been so keen on him rolling in mud then walking through the house, leaving a trail of mud and slime in his wake. Another attempt had been a wolf man, but Mr. Herriman refused to grant him access to the 'Fur' room where the imaginary fleas lived. Also Eduardo had bulked when he saw Bloo with a razor in his hand. Then he thought maybe a ghost would work, but this time Wilt had voiced a little concern at Bloo taking a pair of scissors to one of the curtains in the house. Now, he was trying for a mummy appearance. Sadly, the toilet paper he had stolen from one of the upstairs bathrooms wasn't proving as binding as he'd hope.
"Hmm, maybe I should try some three ply..." Bloo mumbled as he observed the rolling paper, which happened to have a floral pattern.
Wilt rolled his eye for a moment as Coco's eyes just rolled in all directions.
"You know Bloo, hate to say it, but if you had planned this a little better maybe you'd already have your costume planned?" Wilt offered some constructive criticism, careful of his words around his short blue companion. ('short' being a lame term since to Wilt, everyone was short)
"Hub bub bub." Bloo held his hand up to silence Wilt, who was already quiet. "This is the way I've been doing things for YEARS Wilt, I think I know a little more about costume development then you give me credit for, Mr. Tall red and Lanky."
"Lanky?" Wilt echoed.
"Coco, cocococo cococo co cococo coco cooo cocococo co co coco co?" Coco suddenly asked, driving the conversation in another direction completely.
"Oh it's easy; Mac just does it for fun. Besides, his neighbours know to give him apples 'n sugar free candy." Bloo replied as another piece of toilet paper tore along it's dotted line. "Darn it!" he ripped the piece to shreds, glaring at the tiny pieces as they flittered to the floor.
"...you could just paint yourself white." Wilt offered. "If that's okay."
"Wilt! Wilt!" Frankie's frantic calls could be heard gathering speed from down the hall way, causing all three to turn and look at her. Two with more concern then the third. "Oh thank Goodness...? she came to a stop, wiping her brow. Frankie, this year, had dressed up as Frankenstein's wife. Her face was painting pale green as were her hands. Bandages covered her arms and a long white gown from head to foot. Her hair was also dyed black with a hair sprayed white streak going down both sides.
"What is-" Wilt started, but stopped himself.
Bloo looked up at the two, who were exchanging very peculiar looks.
"You almost forgot your...." Frankie started, but stopped when she saw Bloo looking up at the two with a very confused, but all the more curious look on his face. "...trick or treat bag! Yeah! C'mon, let's go get it." with that she grabbed his wrist and led him off quickly.
"What the heck?" Bloo asked Coco, who looked as innocent as she could. Which fuelled Bloo's curiosity like throwing inflammable liquid onto a fire. But before he could even ask, the denim clad Coco had already fled the scene, leaving a Coco shaped cloud in her wake. Bloo remains there by himself for a few seconds before he grins widely, and hurries off down the hallway in the same direction that Wilt and Frankie vanished.
~*~
To say the house looked perfect would be an underwriting. The spider friends had spent the better half of two days spinning webs all throughout the house, inside and out, giving it a spooky feel. Black and orange curtains hung from almost every visible window that could be seen from the street out front, and many many pumpkins had been carved and set around the house. Beneath window sills, on the roof, along the path that lead to the house, beneath the sign... the spiders even had strung webs along the iron gates, and thanks to some smart thinking, even the gates looked rusted and old. It was quite a sight to behold to anyone on the street. Everyone felt it was the best house on the street.
Well, almost everyone.
One had to wonder where Eduardo had taken himself. The large imaginary had all but vanished from sight a good day before, but strangely enough not many of them had picked up on his disappearance. Especially not Bloo, who was so self absorbed it'd take a first class telescope to see people beyond himself.
Halloween was always a mixed bag of emotions for Eduardo. While it gave the house something fun to celebrate a month before Thanksgiving, and it brought a lot of children to the house for trick or treating, it was the whole . . . ghosts, zombies, monsters, and every other horrible creation you could think of 'walking the earth' that got him so unsettled. Terrified is the better word for it. Even if he knew it was only children, or his friends behind the masks and makeup it still caused him such high amounts of terror he sometimes lost control of himself.
In more ways then one.
He was now in his room, curled up beneath his blanket in his bed with his eyes tightly shut. Every Halloween began like this, Eduardo huddled in his room trying to block out the knowledge of all the scary things that were possibly happening just outside his door. But it rarely worked. Every sound seemed to be enhanced, the footfalls down the hallways, the wind outside, even his breathing almost became unbearable to hear.
Then he heard it.
Footsteps, coming down the hallway. They were heavy, and sounded like the person who was attached to those feet had a mission to complete.
The doorknob began to squeak, and Eduardo could practically see it beginning to turn. The eventual 'click' that filled the room caused him to pull the blanket even tighter around himself so much so that his tail began poking out from beneath it.
Wilt entered the room, slowly, checking for Eduardo. Spotting him hiding beneath the blanket he sighed a bit in relief. He walked into the room, keeping the door open to allow some more light (then Eduardo's night light) fill the room.
"Hey Ed?" he asked, his voice soft and steady so not to alarm his friend.
He got a quivering body mass as his answer.
"Listen, Ed. We gotta get you to? well, you know." Wilt started, but didn't need to finish the sentence. Every year since Eduardo first arrived in the house, every Halloween like clockwork he had to be transported to a room in the basement. It was a little difficult to explain why. Let's just say the first Halloween Eduardo spent in Foster's still hasn't been forgotten.
"I no want to go." Eduardo's muffled voice answered.
"I know, but I'm sorry Ed but you gotta go in there." he took a few steps and was soon by the bed. "Come on..." Wilt hated doing this. Having to make Eduardo do something he clearly didn't want to do was painful for the imaginary to do. But he knew it was for the best, for everyone.
Eduardo wanted to put up more of a verbal fight against this, but he knew it was inevitable. No way in avoiding it, much like flu shots that happened every spring. Sighing sadly he rose up from the bed, keeping the blanket securely wrapped around him. "...mi security blanket." Eduardo informed Wilt from behind the material. Wilt had to smile a bit, but nodded and waited until Eduardo had climbed off the bed; offer him his hand before leading him off through the house.
The autumn leaves were building up, covering the yard of the aging Victoria Mansion like a brand new carpet freshly laid out by interior designers. Every now and then a gust of wind would come rushing up, capture a few leaves and send them dancing through the air before settling again for some rest. When the wind did come, it was sharp and cold, enhanced by the dark clouds hanging in the sky high above the world.
You couldn't ask for better Halloween weather if you tried.
"Man this is gonna be so GREAT!" Bloo exclaimed for the hundredth time that day. "But you know what'd make it greater?" he asked his audience of two.
"What's that Bloo?" Wilt asked, who was decked out in a black tuxedo with very impressive tails on it. His face and lone hand was painted white too, and for a rare occasion he was wearing black shiny 'dance' shoes. Accompanying him was Coco, who had somehow managed to get ripped stockings over her legs, a denim jacket covered in buttons and stitches over her 'arms', and each leaf was dyed a different colour.
"If this toilet paper didn't RIP so easily!!" the small blue imaginary friend growled viciously. Same as last year, and the year before that, and the year before that, Bloo had left it until the last minute to make himself a Halloween Costume. Now, it was Halloween afternoon and Bloo found himself scavenging through the house in hopes of finding something suitable for the holiday.
At first he thought he'd go as a swamp monster, but Frankie hadn't been so keen on him rolling in mud then walking through the house, leaving a trail of mud and slime in his wake. Another attempt had been a wolf man, but Mr. Herriman refused to grant him access to the 'Fur' room where the imaginary fleas lived. Also Eduardo had bulked when he saw Bloo with a razor in his hand. Then he thought maybe a ghost would work, but this time Wilt had voiced a little concern at Bloo taking a pair of scissors to one of the curtains in the house. Now, he was trying for a mummy appearance. Sadly, the toilet paper he had stolen from one of the upstairs bathrooms wasn't proving as binding as he'd hope.
"Hmm, maybe I should try some three ply..." Bloo mumbled as he observed the rolling paper, which happened to have a floral pattern.
Wilt rolled his eye for a moment as Coco's eyes just rolled in all directions.
"You know Bloo, hate to say it, but if you had planned this a little better maybe you'd already have your costume planned?" Wilt offered some constructive criticism, careful of his words around his short blue companion. ('short' being a lame term since to Wilt, everyone was short)
"Hub bub bub." Bloo held his hand up to silence Wilt, who was already quiet. "This is the way I've been doing things for YEARS Wilt, I think I know a little more about costume development then you give me credit for, Mr. Tall red and Lanky."
"Lanky?" Wilt echoed.
"Coco, cocococo cococo co cococo coco cooo cocococo co co coco co?" Coco suddenly asked, driving the conversation in another direction completely.
"Oh it's easy; Mac just does it for fun. Besides, his neighbours know to give him apples 'n sugar free candy." Bloo replied as another piece of toilet paper tore along it's dotted line. "Darn it!" he ripped the piece to shreds, glaring at the tiny pieces as they flittered to the floor.
"...you could just paint yourself white." Wilt offered. "If that's okay."
"Wilt! Wilt!" Frankie's frantic calls could be heard gathering speed from down the hall way, causing all three to turn and look at her. Two with more concern then the third. "Oh thank Goodness...? she came to a stop, wiping her brow. Frankie, this year, had dressed up as Frankenstein's wife. Her face was painting pale green as were her hands. Bandages covered her arms and a long white gown from head to foot. Her hair was also dyed black with a hair sprayed white streak going down both sides.
"What is-" Wilt started, but stopped himself.
Bloo looked up at the two, who were exchanging very peculiar looks.
"You almost forgot your...." Frankie started, but stopped when she saw Bloo looking up at the two with a very confused, but all the more curious look on his face. "...trick or treat bag! Yeah! C'mon, let's go get it." with that she grabbed his wrist and led him off quickly.
"What the heck?" Bloo asked Coco, who looked as innocent as she could. Which fuelled Bloo's curiosity like throwing inflammable liquid onto a fire. But before he could even ask, the denim clad Coco had already fled the scene, leaving a Coco shaped cloud in her wake. Bloo remains there by himself for a few seconds before he grins widely, and hurries off down the hallway in the same direction that Wilt and Frankie vanished.
~*~
To say the house looked perfect would be an underwriting. The spider friends had spent the better half of two days spinning webs all throughout the house, inside and out, giving it a spooky feel. Black and orange curtains hung from almost every visible window that could be seen from the street out front, and many many pumpkins had been carved and set around the house. Beneath window sills, on the roof, along the path that lead to the house, beneath the sign... the spiders even had strung webs along the iron gates, and thanks to some smart thinking, even the gates looked rusted and old. It was quite a sight to behold to anyone on the street. Everyone felt it was the best house on the street.
Well, almost everyone.
One had to wonder where Eduardo had taken himself. The large imaginary had all but vanished from sight a good day before, but strangely enough not many of them had picked up on his disappearance. Especially not Bloo, who was so self absorbed it'd take a first class telescope to see people beyond himself.
Halloween was always a mixed bag of emotions for Eduardo. While it gave the house something fun to celebrate a month before Thanksgiving, and it brought a lot of children to the house for trick or treating, it was the whole . . . ghosts, zombies, monsters, and every other horrible creation you could think of 'walking the earth' that got him so unsettled. Terrified is the better word for it. Even if he knew it was only children, or his friends behind the masks and makeup it still caused him such high amounts of terror he sometimes lost control of himself.
In more ways then one.
He was now in his room, curled up beneath his blanket in his bed with his eyes tightly shut. Every Halloween began like this, Eduardo huddled in his room trying to block out the knowledge of all the scary things that were possibly happening just outside his door. But it rarely worked. Every sound seemed to be enhanced, the footfalls down the hallways, the wind outside, even his breathing almost became unbearable to hear.
Then he heard it.
Footsteps, coming down the hallway. They were heavy, and sounded like the person who was attached to those feet had a mission to complete.
The doorknob began to squeak, and Eduardo could practically see it beginning to turn. The eventual 'click' that filled the room caused him to pull the blanket even tighter around himself so much so that his tail began poking out from beneath it.
Wilt entered the room, slowly, checking for Eduardo. Spotting him hiding beneath the blanket he sighed a bit in relief. He walked into the room, keeping the door open to allow some more light (then Eduardo's night light) fill the room.
"Hey Ed?" he asked, his voice soft and steady so not to alarm his friend.
He got a quivering body mass as his answer.
"Listen, Ed. We gotta get you to? well, you know." Wilt started, but didn't need to finish the sentence. Every year since Eduardo first arrived in the house, every Halloween like clockwork he had to be transported to a room in the basement. It was a little difficult to explain why. Let's just say the first Halloween Eduardo spent in Foster's still hasn't been forgotten.
"I no want to go." Eduardo's muffled voice answered.
"I know, but I'm sorry Ed but you gotta go in there." he took a few steps and was soon by the bed. "Come on..." Wilt hated doing this. Having to make Eduardo do something he clearly didn't want to do was painful for the imaginary to do. But he knew it was for the best, for everyone.
Eduardo wanted to put up more of a verbal fight against this, but he knew it was inevitable. No way in avoiding it, much like flu shots that happened every spring. Sighing sadly he rose up from the bed, keeping the blanket securely wrapped around him. "...mi security blanket." Eduardo informed Wilt from behind the material. Wilt had to smile a bit, but nodded and waited until Eduardo had climbed off the bed; offer him his hand before leading him off through the house.