Halloween AU Who: Teen!CJ and Tween!Lyric What: Trick or Treating Nightmares When: Halloween, of course Where: The Burbs Warnings: None for now (will update as needed)
The inside of his Richard Nixon mask already smelled like the tootsie roll he'd snagged on the way out the door. That, and that chemical rubber that'll probably end up giving him face-cancer twenty-years down the road, but that was then; he'd deal. Right now was different. He'd escaped being grounded on the loophole that was the neighbor lady needing someone to take their daughter Trick or Treating. Without that out, he'd be stuck in his basement room, screaming at the Sega because his controller was too sticky to properly function, doing time for that stunt he pulled at school last week instead of trolling it up with his friends. This way he got out of the house, got twenty bucks, and a pillow case full of free candy. He also had half a mind to ditch the girl and head off on his own anyway, but that was a play-by-ear plan. If she was too young, he would just suffer through it. If she wasn't?
Well, he'd play it by ear.
Sticking his fists in his coat pockets after ringing the doorbell, CJ peered around the block through the eye-slits of the mask (that being the only element of his costume). The kids were already out in droves, and the sun was still up, however low in the sky. A round of the first block, and it'd be dark. He'd been told to keep her out for at least an hour.