Who: Yondu Udonta When: Halloween, the Grimm plot Where: His front porch What: Halloween goes sideways, of course Rating/Warning: PG except a single swear at the end Status: Complete.
Yondu Udonta had a routine for rough work days. Get home from work, crack open half a dozen beers, and drink them on his front porch as the sun set. Unfortunately, he couldn't do that tonight. It was Halloween and he’d noticed the parade of costumed kids and teenagers roaming the streets for candy.
He'd tried to be quick getting into the front door and hoped no one would notice him but before he'd even shut it his doorbell was ringing. Growling, he snatched up the obligatory bucket of candy he'd bought just in case and - remembering to switch off the image inducer just in time - swung open the door.
“Hey you little buggers!” His gravelly voice greeted them, along with his blue appearance and fearsome dagger like teeth as he grinned at them, hoping to scare them off. One of the kids gasped and whimpered, backing away a step. Another one blurted out “Cool!” The third one, dressed as Kylo Ren, held out his bag mutely.
Well those were interesting reactions. Suddenly amused, Yondu said, “Well? You gonna stand there gapin’ or you gonna take some candy?”
“How much blue paint did you use? Where'd you get the mask?” Asked the kid who thought the whole get up was cool.
“Mask? Son, this is all real right here. I'm an alien.” He got dubious looks, and the parents a few feet away behind them smiled that knowing smile that read “Thanks for staying in character.” Yeah, if they only knew.
The kids grabbed their candy and ran off, parents trailing behind and throwing looks over their shoulders at him, whispering in quiet curiosity. He smirked and went back inside. Another crazy event had hit the OC but the Ravager in him had won over the cop he was in this life and Yondu was sitting this one out. The last time he'd fought monsters he'd seen plenty of others come out of the woodwork to help so he was taking a personal day from the madness.
Deciding that if he was going to sit on his front porch regardless of the candy mooching kids and drink something not quite alcoholic for the night, he should really be in character. He changed from his t-shirt and jeans to his Ravager outfit, and grabbing a few bottles of root beer (if he was going non-alcoholic might as well feed his sweet tooth and still have the comfort of a glass bottle in his hand) he headed back out. He dropped the orange pumpkin basket with the candy down next to his chair and put the bottles on his left side, out of view. Perception was everything and he still had some principles intact.
Kicking his feet up on an old crate he'd found at the edge of his property, Yondu opened a bottle and took a swig, watching the costumes parade by.
He got about a solid hour in of the viewing before Yondu thought he heard a distant scream. Frowning, he didn't move to rise, but waited. Could be teenagers messing around, being stupid. Then he heard a ragged chorus of yells and screams of fear and a cluster of trick or treaters went sprinting by.
His blue brow furrowed, this time he stood up slowly. “M’am, I suggest you head home now, or find some shelter.” he said as a woman with two young ones started up his driveway while Yondu stared at the odd monster ambling down the street; it was all black, with bones on the outside, moving in the ponderous way a bear would. It let out a terrific noise, and everyone scattered, no longer thinking this might be a Halloween thing. He watched the woman hurry off with her kids, yelping in fear.
“Damn. There goes the evening.” Yondu growled under his breath. He pulled aside his jacket and whistled, the Yaka arrow flying out at his command. Who was he kidding? He lived for kicking ass.