Miles Edgeworth (defyingxgravity) wrote in sh_chaos, @ 2009-04-09 13:37:00 |
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Fiction.
Title: A Dream of Halloween
By: Alex C
Rating:Okay for Most
Description: Henry shows Walter what Halloween is all about and how fun it can be.
Pairing: M/M
Disclaimer: All characters and places are property of Konami.
A Dream of Halloween
October, a month of chills. It happened to be the night right before Halloween. Henry could hear movement on the other side of the door. The man getting up from the chair to peek through the peephole. Sad how Henry couldn’t even give candy to the children who comes through. A few neighbors walking down the hall. He notices that Eileen is one of the people going out. What fun would it be for him on this night? The man is stuck inside his apartment and alone.
Around this month and those few before it, the trees’ leaves change colors. The autumn feel in the air with a cooler temperature. Henry closes his eyes as he pictures the scenery inside that mind. If he could just escape and find something to hold onto this holiday. Holy candles lit in each place to purify the room. Should he explore the Other World of Walter’s this once? Henry knew this is a big change for him to go on impulse.
“Just this once, I will go into that world on my own.” Henry states quietly. The man getting up again to walk forward.
Walter on the other side happened to be within that Apartment World where he would soon find Henry coming to. Though right now he didn’t care about the time of the season. He never got to experience anything fun while being in that Wish House Orphanage. The dark blond lounges on the couch while looking to the ceiling. It had been days since he visited Henry. Give the other time enough before he comes back. It works.
“What’s so great about the damn holiday anyway? Keh.” He scoffs quietly while looking annoyed.
Though he even knew that the spiritual activity happens to be at a high around this month. A perfect chance to come out and be with his favorite prey. Everyone else would be gone doing their own joyous times. Henry however could not even get out to do so. Walter chuckles to himself looking over his shoulder at Joseph’s ghost.
“Hey nosy ass… I think we’re going to get a visitor.” Walter just had this feeling that something is bound to show. How right he is.
The ghost looked from the ceiling as it drips with his tar or oil like residue. Joseph had been the one to help this Receiver. He felt bad for how Walter treats the other. All this death and it got to Henry. The ghost could only help the man so far. Joseph looks to Walter from his position on the ceiling.
“Is he coming here?” The eerie murky voice sounds to Walter.
The killer just gives a smirk that said nothing but ‘Wait and see’ written all over it. Walter would let Joseph boil inside. This ghost is the only one whom has a conscience of its own. A strong will… Henry has a strong will. The Receiver also has a beautiful mind. Something Joseph wanted to save Henry for. Walter looks up to the ghost on the ceiling before whistling. He points up to Joseph putting the finger to his lips.
“Ssh… In due time, Joseph. You ask too much.” Walter insists. The madman would let the ghost twist and turn.
The other worlds within his own he created were getting restless with each ghost. The moans and groans were reaching such sound levels. If Walter even dared to shut his eyes for a minute, they would be open again. This is the month of such paranormal activity at a high. Walter hums softly while sitting on the couch. He wouldn’t even have to worry about crossing over. Henry had the thought already implanted inside his mind.
“Soon he’ll be here.” Whispers the twisted one.
Back on Henry’s side of the world in the normal, the man quietly walking into the bathroom and to the hole. Thoughts moving around inside his mind over ninety miles per hour it felt. Henry is risking his life going through to see the other. Let alone, this man didn’t bring anything to help defend himself. But… Henry remembers those times before when he was trapped and due to Walter had no hope of saving himself. Walter happened to be the one to save his Receiver of Wisdom. Only because Henry needed to be killed by his hands alone. There may be some other motive to that as well. The photographer moves through the hole and down deep inside to end up on the bed within the Other World.
A few minutes later eyes begin to open to the views surrounding him. Hazel eyes scanning around him before he sits up. “What the… Where… I’m here. Apartment World.” It took a little for him to figure out where he is.
In the den of this apartment, which happened to be, all white thanks so much to Mr. Joseph, Walter sits up with this sly look upon his face. He had a little plan thought of. The dirty blonde giving the ghost a look.
“Look here Joseph… I want you to tell Henry I’m not here. Just talk to him and keep him unaware of things around him. Got it?” Walter demands the ceiling ghost.
Joseph didn’t understand why Walter had to be like this. Maybe it was the child still within Walter. That shred of child innocence. “Very well…”
Henry sits up on the edge of the bed looking to the door. Did he just hear a familiar voice in there? The brunette rubbing the back of his neck. White room. White apartment. The brunette didn’t see this yet but dreams and visions helped him think. The man soon getting up off the bed to investigate. Henry wanted to see this Joseph. Joseph was the one giving him the notes and letters to help him along the way. This mysterious man who lived in the apartment before he did. A few steps closer and Henry would be at the door to the outside of the bedroom.
“Hello? Is anyone in here now?” Henry asks nothing in particular. Though his eyes met such a scene displayed before him.
Just like in those images inside his mind, the apartment had candles lit. It is pure white. Clean looking. Stepping out of the bedroom, Henry closes the door quietly while looking about. This happened to feel like a dream. While the brunette explores a little, Walter hides within the washroom. He would give Henry a good scare when his turn comes.
Joseph kept an eye out on the Receiver. The man drawing closer to the ghost.
“Anyone here? W-Walter?” Henry asks once again hesitantly.
A few more steps down the short hallway and into the den would be a small answer. Henry in fact walked a few steps closer to the oil-like substance dripping from the ceiling. The brunette looking up soon after to find a black smear of this stuff on the ceiling. That soon changes when a shape forms and Joseph’s ghost is there.
“Henry, you made it. A little too soon for the heroics but no worries here.” That voice echoes and scrapes.
“H-how do you know my name? Who are you?” Henry asks nervously at the moment.
“I am the one who has been leading you thus far on your quest to saving your life. The red notes…” The ghost states to Henry.
That happened to be enough clues to turn on a light within Henry’s mind. This was what is left of Joseph?! Henry blinks a few times before looking up to the ghost. He had so much to ask the ghost. Little did he know there happened to be something sneaking closer to him. A ‘beast’ about to strike. Henry bites down on his tongue looking to Joseph.
“I thought you would be alive… I was wrong.” Henry murmurs sadly.
“Do not shed tears for the dead, Henry. I got you this far. Be glad you are alive.” Joseph’s ghost whispers to the man.
“I just wanted to thank you for helping me. You tips and help within those notes saved my ass a few times.” Henry admits to Joseph’s ghost.
Walter comes from behind the kitchen counter now moving along the back to grab Henry. The killer moving up and closing in. Soon enough he had Henry in his grasp. The madman pulling Henry up against him for the minute before whispering into his ear. Henry jumping a bit startled by this act of Walter’s.
“Got you.” Whispers Walter in his usual voice. Enough to give one chills.
“…! W-Walter!” Henry spits out finally. The brunette stays still for the moment before looking to the smear. Joseph was gone. Henry begins to speak but only to be stopped by Walter.
“Sssh… Don’t you start the pity train, Henry.” Walter hisses softly to his Receiver. “Come now, sit on the couch.”
Walter wastes no time in getting Henry over to the couch. The brunette being shoveled over like some toy being pushed under a bed. Those hazel eyes closing once his form met the cushion of the couch. Henry looks again to meet Walter’s gaze as the other being sits on the coffee table. The photographer looking right at Walter.
“What made you come…? I see you brought nothing to support you with either. Bold move.” Walter mutters.
“I couldn’t go out of the room like any normal person. To spend something alone would be a waste.” Henry whispers to the other in a soft tone.
“People will start to wonder about you, Henry. You wanting to spend time with the man who is having to kill you for a ritual. It’s not good on one’s health. Let’s think on that for a minute.” Walter muses openly even with Henry sitting across listening. A cruel smile upon Walter’s lips.
Henry scoots a little on the cushion that he sits upon. The brunette nervous at the moment with Walter rambling on about something. Eyes met with those lips of Walter’s. Henry watching the other’s mouth and catching what exactly he said then. ‘Let’s play a little game.’ The brunette shudders before reaching to the side and scooting away from being direction in Walter’s range. The killer looks to the other amused. He didn’t do anything yet.
“Why are you moving? Don’t tell me you’re afraid!” Walter laughs at that. The madman taunting his prey. “I want to ask you a few damned questions first!”
“You don’t have to scare someone to get answers. You just have to ask like a normal person.” Henry mutters a bit nervously to the other.
“What the hell is so fun about asking things like a ‘normal’ person? You’re not normal if you come to visit your killer.” Walter explains to the prey within his view. Emerald eyes glancing to the other dangerously. “You’re like me in a way. But besides that…”
“Please… Enough of that talk, Walter. Ask the questions.” Henry whispers a bit disheartened. He didn’t like to think of that fact.
The other moving to soon settle on the couch next to Henry. Walter just taking his time and stretching out. A hand being run through his tangled and matted dark blonde hair. He happened to be stretching time out here. It amuses him to watch Henry squirm. The other man looking out the corner of his eyes to Walter. He just wanted the other to ask the questions. This game of ‘Let’s Make Henry Squirm’ didn’t appeal to him.
“Why do you celebrate Halloween?” Comes the first question.
“People celebrate it for the children. Kids go out dressed in costumes to receive candy. People also like to decorate for it. It’s a fun holiday…” Henry explains to Walter the best he knows how.
“Why would you want to celebrate it?” Comes the second question.
“…It’s fun. To carve into a pumpkin to make it a Jack-o-Lantern. There are many things to do on this up coming holiday.” Henry states sadly.
“Why do you think you came here?” Comes the third question. Walter indeed getting a kick from this. This all amused him.
“Maybe this once you could share the holiday with me?” Questions the other nervously.
Walter stopped everything of his to look to Henry. The killer didn’t know exactly how to answer that question. Henry tossing a question to match Walter’s own. The man looking to his lap once again before clearing his throat. Walter would come up with an answer for that. That is if he could come up with one. Henry sat quietly looking to the smear along the ceiling. Why did he have to ask that question? It may startle the other. Walter may reject this. Henry would be alone once again for this holiday. His hopes somehow were high. All he wanted is someone to be with.
“… Henry, I’m going to be honest with you… I don’t know how to answer that.” Walter states rather awkwardly and confused.
“All you have to say is yes or no, Walter. Simple as that.” Henry offers.
“Yes or no?” Repeats the other.
A minute of silence goes by once again. With that being made, Henry gets up from the couch and moves towards the hall again. It is clear that Walter doesn’t want to do this. It made the killer uncomfortable it seems. The one would be alone… Again. Walter narrows eyes before grabbing Henry by the wrist and tugging closer.
“What gives you the damned right to leave so soon! You are staying here whether you like it or not, Henry.” Walter hisses at the brunette that about left him.
Henry didn’t know how to answer to that. The one staying silent but letting Walter jerk him around.
“That’s what I thought. Now get your ass back over to the couch.” Demands the killer. Walter pointing right at the couch.
Henry did as the other wanted for now. What is he to do? He didn’t want to end up dead now. Henry closes eyes once sitting again. The thoughts running through his mind. All he wanted is Halloween with Walter. Why couldn’t the other see?
Walter paces along in front of the coffee table while eyeing Henry. “You’re such an odd person, Henry… Asking me questions. Coming here with little or no protection.”
“I just wanted to spend Halloween with someone, Walter..” Henry explains sadly.
“You chose me to be with on that holiday… I mean, not much you can do when locked within your own apartment.” The killer snorts before laughing.
That really brought down any hope Henry had for this holiday. Though something begins to stir within his mind. Why is it that Walter wants him here when he now is bantering on about the holiday? It made no sense right now. Henry frowns faintly looking to Walter who continues to laugh at that thought of Henry not able to be free. Alone. If only he could strike the other with his fist or slap Walter for just ruining a good hope there. The other would probably hurt him even more. Not inside with emotions but physically. Henry did not need that especially on this holiday. Walter stopped laughing suddenly. Something happening? The man didn’t make a sound for a whole two minutes.
“You know what Henry… No matter how we face or look at the facts, we’re always going to be alone. Are you afraid to be alone?” Walter asks the other whom sits beside him silently. His façade had changed from cruel to thoughtful.
“…I know Walter. I just wanted you to be with me on Halloween. I had…hopes for it.” The brunette says with eyes shut. Henry forcing himself not to cry. All would be ok…
“Come on Henry. Think about it. You’re suffering right now! You know what from? Loneliness!” Walter spat out while figuring things out for himself.
Walter takes Henry’s one hand bringing it close to his cheek. A slight nuzzle to the palm of the hand before he lets it drop beside Henry. Henry watches this action closely. The small little hints within the expressions. The hints of affection. Walter didn’t know how to even show what he wanted. That mind of the killer’s had been set with the ritual for way too long. Henry reaches over to caress a cheek softly.
“I can help you see what you are missing just for one day. Since you told me to stay here, I have no other choice.” Henry reasons with Walter. Maybe he could show the other. Just maybe.
Briefly for a second there Walter tips his cheek into the hand. He soon removes Henry’s hand from his face to look right to the other. “But what if I say no?”
“Just once Walter. Please?” Henry pleads with his killer.
What is it that made Walter always listen at points and times to Henry? Henry had those beautiful eyes that Walter would soon have. That didn’t stop the pocket of hope that this man beside him have. Henry believe it or not felt like the other half of this broken being. Dead, he may be, but Walter tended to shy from the humanity that brought misfortune to him. Henry felt as if he is some missing piece of a puzzle of Walter. The brunette somehow completes Walter ritually for the 21 Sacraments then completes him fully in this state.
“Just this once… You know I never got to do anything grand when in that orphanage. They always taught us that celebrating silly things is pointless. You show me for one night just how wrong they are.” Walter exclaims to Henry. He’ll see what is so fun about this one holiday.
“You mean it, Walter?” Henry asked with a newfound hope in this.
“Yea… You better hope I’m happy with what you give me, my Receiver.” Walter muses with a little warning to the other.
Here it was! That shining sliver of hope for Henry. This is what the man had been waiting for all this time. Henry wanted only for some company on the next day. Even going through to the next day after. He only needed someone for Halloween. Walter finally gave in to actually accept for once to see how it was.
“Don’t worry, Walter. I won’t disappoint you.” Henry says to the other man with determination.
The simple man had a lot of hope and focus with him. Besides the fact that he drinks and takes pictures, this man took had such a heart. Walter at times thought about it. Late at night within his world while on the same bed… He thought over having to complete the ritual to get with ‘mother’. He whispers at night about this man whom is the 21rst sacrament. He tells ‘mother’ of how this one person makes him feel almost. Then says how he wishes that Henry somehow didn’t exactly have to be what he is. Fate and predetermined destiny led the poor man this way.
“Whatever you say, Henry. Where to begin?” Walter mutters thoughtfully while looking to Henry.
The visionary of the human taste looks up to the ceiling for a moment. “First let’s get a pumpkin. A nice one. Can we get one here?” Henry states before popping that question.
Walter grins as he makes within the vision touch a pumpkin. A plump pumpkin that was perfect for becoming a jack-o-lantern. Henry blinks in surprise. He didn’t expect Walter to do this. The other holding a few things behind his back. Sometimes it is nice to find these types of surprises.
“All right…next?” Walter begins to step it up for Henry.
“Slow down, Walter. Halloween is tomorrow.” Henry explains gently.
Walter grunts faintly but slows his process. He watches Henry closely. “What are you doing with the knife?”
“You have to make the faces on the jack-o-lanterns. They just don’t come like that unless you buy plastic ones.” Henry says to Walter while diligently works on the face.
Walter keeps close to Henry as the brunette carves the face for the jack-o-lantern. The man soon cutting the top off enough to put a candle within it. The dark blonde keeps eyes on the work Henry does. Soon Henry takes a lighter and lights the candle. Ta da! The jack-o-lantern is lit and the face glows with the light. Walter very interested in that.
“That is what you call a jack-o-lantern, yes?” Walter inquires. Of course he knew a bit of Halloween. The meaning, everything that came along with it. The man just didn’t have time while working out of the orphanage as well. They just took it away from him.
“Can you make spider webbing with those realistic like little spiders?” Henry asks the other nicely.
“Spider webbing? Why don’t I just make real things?” Walter insists.
“N-no…! Walter, you don’t use the real thing. You use the fake webbing.” Henry says to Walter. “It’s fun!”
“I don’t understand but fine.” With his ability the madman makes the white webbing appear. A pack of those spiders Henry asked for there as well.
Henry smiles to that as Walter makes what Henry needs appear. The brunette moving to take up the webbing and stretch it out to make it look real. Walter didn’t get it. He thought it would be more realistic if the real web were there. Apparently Henry didn’t want that. So whatever suits the other’s taste. It seemed that the other is having fun anyway.
Henry begins to move the webbing along the walls and places along the main den. Webbing covering a lot of wall space. “Heh. It looks wonderful. Doesn’t it, Walter?”
Walter takes a look at the walls being invaded with the webbing. He touches the stringy material before shrugging. “It looks interesting enough.”
“We just need to add the spiders along the webbing. It’ll add onto the feel.” Henry says starting to place the spiders upon the webbing.
Walter looks to the webbing that the other placed up with the added spiders. So it didn’t look too bad. The man rubbing under his chin for a minute. “Now what?”
“How about some special FX. Like…fog!” Henry beamed.
“We have a plenty of that around in these worlds of mine. Want any of it?” Walter suggests.
Within the hour the two had made the apartment look as if ghosts really did live inside it. Sad thing is that ghosts really did live around the apartment. Apartment 302 just happened to be clean. It was almost like some holy place. Now it seemed to look as if ghosts took it over as well. Fog all within the room. Eerie sounds within and ghastly music. Little hang up things behind the webbing. All in all, Walter had fun actually with helping with the decoration. A slight hint of a smile upon those lips. Henry stands beside Walter admiring their work. The man smiling brightly at the work they’ve done together. He hoped that Walter really did enjoy this.
“How do you like the finished product, Walter?” Henry asked anxiously.
It took a few minutes of pure silence and thought before Walter finally speaks up. “It’s not have bad. I actually like this Halloween.”
Henry steps out and looks up to the hanging bats above their heads. “It’s like a dream.”
Henry took the words right from his killer’s mouth. This is like a dream to him. He actually got to do things he never has done before. Walter looks over to Henry walking to him. The brunette blinks watching the other.
“Time for sleep for you of course.” Walter states to his lovely prey.
“What time is it now, Walter?” Henry asks quietly walking beside the other. “Time flies by when you do have fun.”
“It’s exactly twelve at midnight. Time for all good little sacraments to go to bed.” Walter declares before opening the bedroom door for Henry. “I’ll sleep with you. More like watch over.”
“That’s a bit eerie. Being watched while you sleep.” Henry says to Walter walking into the bedroom.
“I do it all the time with you in the other world. Thought you may have gotten used to it by now.” Settles on the bed as he looks to Henry.
The two lay upon the bed together for the ending of the work well done. This feeling that Henry is feeling seemed so familiar. When in his own room and lying along the bed, he could have sworn he felt a hand caress his cheek. Whispering within his ear. That could have been Walter? Right? The man lying close to Walter. The one being lying there as he watches Henry just like he said he would. Eventually this night gave away into the break of dawn. Of course over on Walter’s side, it still is pitch black or dark. Though on Henry’s side, the sun is just beginning to peek out through the blinds. Walter lets Henry sleep a little longer before nudging the man awake.
“Sleep time is over, Henry. Guess what day it is.” Walter whispers to Henry while leaning in close enough to where lips brush against soft lips.
Hazel eyes didn’t want to open just yet. Henry forcing himself to wake up. Now looking up to Walter whom is leaning down enough for a kiss. “W-Walter?”
“Yea… It’s me. You’re not dreaming either, Henry.” Walter says stretching his arms out. “You didn’t guess what today is either.”
“Halloween, of course. I don’t forget the holidays.” Henry states cheerfully.
The dark blonde gives a grin before pulling Henry out of bed. This is the big day for the other to show Walter just how fun this holiday can be. Some would probably wonder why he chose Henry to show this holiday to him. Henry moves out of the bed with Walter. The brunette stretching to wake himself up. Walter walks out of the bedroom to come into a room where Halloween wound is proud. The killer looking at the fog filled room. That smile setting upon his lips again.
“Happy Halloween, huh?” He muses to himself.
Henry stumbles out of the bedroom soon after coming up behind Walter. “Happy Halloween, Walter.”
“So what the hell is so great about it?” Walter looks to Henry with his dead serious look. “I see where it only came into affect while decoration. But now that it’s the day…”
Henry leans in next to Walter before shaking his head. “We’re not done yet. Halloween night is the best part of the holiday.”
The madman looks over to the other and just disregarding the fact that there is more to it. Of course he wanted to see what Henry meant. Part of him still wanted to continue the ritual as well. It made things more exhilarating when done on certain days like now. He did promise the man next to him that for one day and night that he wouldn’t do anything. Walter walks under the canapé of webbing inside the kitchen. Henry is probably hungry as well.
“Want something to eat? I can do the same for food like I did for the objects last night.” Walter states to the brunette quietly.
“Maybe a little festive meal for us.” Henry thinks to himself. “How about Mummy’s Moonlit Side Up eggs, Frankenstein’s Horrorifying biscuits, and Wolf man’s Screaming Sausage. Topped off with Dracula’s Bloody Mary for the drink.”
Walter stares at the other for a long moment before making what the other wanted. Whatever the hell Henry just said, it all came out before nowhere. It actually looked interesting. “It’s…uh..done.”
“Relax Walter. It’s just a normal breakfast made a little more fitting to a Halloween meal.” Henry reassures the other before taking a drink of the Bloody Marry. “And this is an actual drink.”
“Yea…I know.” Walter huffs dully.
The two sitting across from one another at the counter. Walter watching the other eat his meal. He muses to himself silently. Each time Henry took a bite of the sausage or eggs, where the fork went, his eyes went. Emerald eyes looking to Henry’s mouth. Those times he’s made the other man take his cock inside that nice mouth. It was nice to think about those. That soon went from his mind before he comes to. Henry having this next part of their Halloween to continue on.
“How about some Halloween party music?” Henry suggests to the other. “You know, some lively… Oh! Do a mixture! That would be perfect.” Henry bounces on his stool.
“…” Walter grunts irritated at that but complies. “Fine.”
Music begins to fill the room with a slightly more festive demeanor. The music seeming a bit more dance worthy than anything at the moment. Even for Walter, he thought it didn’t suit the usual. Henry seems to think it’s really good. The brunette tapping his foot to the side of the stool.
“What’s so scary about this music? It’s all up and lively…” Walter asks rather curious.
“This is for parties. Some Halloween days, people have parties and dress up to go dancing under black lights.” Henry explains calmly, smiling to Walter slightly.
“Yea, I’ll give you that.” Walter muses silently listening to the music. As long as the other doesn’t ask him to dance.
Henry moves from the stool over to the den. The photographer dancing around for a minute until there comes a knock on the wall on the side of the wall where Eileen’s room is. Henry freezing up as he looks to Walter. This wasn’t one of the other’s special sound FXs. Walter looks to the wall shrugging. Henry moves over to the door to see through the peephole.
“What is that?” Henry questions the other expecting Walter to know.
“A restless spirit wanting in. Though the candles are keeping it back. Oh…and me.” Grins rather eerily looking to Henry. “Relax…”
“Are you sure it can’t come inside?” Henry asked wanting to be reassured.
“I’m protecting you as well as the candles that Joseph already put up.” Walter explains the best way he knows how.
Henry did in fact ask Walter to dance. The killer happened to be stubborn about this but caved in when Henry pleaded with him. Walter slowly dancing with Henry for a while. Then they danced like they were on fire. The two dancing around before slowing to a stop. Walter finds a few more reasons about this holiday being fun.
“That wasn’t half bad, Henry. Where the hell did you learn to dance?” Walter says in a curious tone.
“Uh… I just went along with it. That and the t.v. helps sometimes.” He says as if knowing what he spoke about.
“I’m slowly beginning to like this holiday, Henry.” Walter states within a softer tone.
“Oh! What time is it over on my side, Walter?” Henry asks rather curious as well.
“It’s close to four in the afternoon.” Walter shrugs. “Why?”
Henry smiles to Walter giving a nod of thanks. “Because when it gets closer to around six, the fun can begin.”
The madman gives a rather quizzical look shrugging his shoulders. The music continuing to blare within the room for the two men. Henry taking his time to walk around the room. His mind working on what to get for costumes. Though at times, Henry had to stop thinking due to those horrible wails of the dead around them. It was nice to have Walter there for him but…
Within the hour Walter had added a few more extra things onto the list of reasons to like this holiday he never had experienced well. Henry had gotten them costumes. The brunette wearing Warlock like attire, which looks rather regal. Some of those warlocks did dress nice. Walter had a zombie like costume. He actually likes this costume due to the fact he can make himself look as if he’s really bleeding and dead. Hah! He is already dead though. Check!
“Check this out, Henry. Do I look dead enough?” He teases the brunette looking at him as if to be some flesh hungered ghoul.
Henry swats at Walter trying to get the other being away from him with that look. “Ehehe… Very convincing, Walter.”
The killer cackling evilly at that. Score one for him. “What’s wrong? Too scary for you?”
“N-no… Just that look got to me.” Henry admits.
Another couple of minutes until six. Henry telling Walter to have all the FXs going on for the hour of six. The killer sets the air within the room for this hour. Personally, Walter wanted to know what exactly was about to happen. Henry settling on the couch in his costume with Walter sitting on the coffee table across.
“Now for stories to chill the very soul.” Henry whispers in the best eerie voice he could muster.
Walter had to laugh at Henry’s attempt. That man needed help if he wanted to be scary. “Stories? What’s so scary about stories?” Walter questions.
For a few hours, the two told stories to one another. Mostly Henry would be the one hanging onto the edge of his cushion of the couch. Walter really knew how to scare the hell out of someone. He had practice. Literally. Another thing Walter liked about this holiday. No one would share scary stories with him back then. That orphanage was strict on the kids. Finally the candle is lit inside of the jack-o-lantern and the music is set for chilling FXs. The two having a party while having candy to pick for the eating. Walter knew Henry had such a vivid mind. That brunette is useful for a lot. Soon enough the night would be over. Walter would have to go back to his ritual and soon it would end with poor Henry.
“Candy is alright. I only got to try it a few times in my life.” Walter said as he sucks on a sour candy.
“Candy in the usual places is passed out to the kids who come up to your door and say ‘Trick or Treat!’.” Henry states to Walter while eating a Kiss.
“Yea… We never got to do those things back at the hellhole which I grew up in.” Walter mutters lowly but nonetheless makes a face at the candy.
Henry chuckles at that. It was actually funny to see Walter pucker cheeks to the sour candy. Walter laughs with the other at this. He had to admit that this night had been one hell of a time. Walter would remember this night. Sadly, the evening did come to a close. The two of them resting on the couch. Henry had fell over onto Walter resting. Walter keeping a protective arm around his Receiver of Wisdom. He happened to think about his ritual. The killer whispering to his ‘mother’ while Henry rests sound asleep against the other.
“Mom… You know, I like this holiday. Without Henry, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it. For once in my undead life here I actually had fun. Happy Halloween mom.” He whispers to the apartment before closing eyes and resting with Henry close.