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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years ago

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🎃 Frightful October Act XI, #31 ~ Happy Halloween! (Crossover)

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Crack, Crossover, AU

Word Count: 1,328

Pairing: Reader, Various

World: Various

Author’s Note: It took me three days to render this god-forsaken gif and I realized after the fact that it’s not even the same gif that I originally used ._.) It’s complete trash but oh well. It’s three days of work!

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“Y/N, honey, you got a letter!”

Curious, you headed downstairs to the kitchen where your mom was working on dinner. Your brow furrowed at the white envelope sitting on the counter, your name written in a messy print on the front. There was no stamp or return address, and the back flap was easily opened, revealing a sheet of lined notebook paper. Had your mom forgotten to give you this? Or did this arrive just now? Who delivers mail after dark?

You pulled the letter out and began reading.

You frowned at the letter, feeling something stir in the back of your mind. It was extremely suspect, but you felt compelled to attend, almost as if you had no choice in the matter. You showed it to your mom, but she didn’t seem at all concerned about the legitimacy of the letter and simply told you to have a good time.

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Dressed in your costume of choice, you approached the abandoned mill, decorated to the nines. The baren earth leading up to the mill was covered by scattered tombstones and the occasional boney hand sticking out from the ground, fingers bent at odd angles. Ghosts hung from the neck on the bare branches of the trees surrounding the property. Plastic stickers of black cats, bats, owls, and candy had been stuck to the windows, and a metal plate had been bolted to the door. ‘Welcome’ was painted on the plate in a bleeding font, in shades of purple, orange, and black.

‘Should I knock?’ you wondered, hesitating at the door as your hand hovered in mid-air. The decision was made for you when the door slowly creaked open. Low Halloween music reached your ears as you stepped into the entryway. Loud voices and laughter floated from the left and you followed the sound into the front room, which had been converted into a living room. Several people, all wearing costumes, were scattered around the room, dancing or chatting with one another.

A long table was set up against the back wall, offering various drinks placed in ice and snacks on plastic plates, decorated like pumpkins and eyeballs. You grabbed a red solo cup and poured your favorite drink before munching on a cookie, observing the other guests as they interacted with each other.

“Oi, Tetsu! I told you not to scare me like that!”

“I’ve been standing here the whole time, Aomine-kun.”

“I can’t believe you dressed like a cartoon girl, Dean.”

“It’s anime and it’s art, Sammy.”

“You are unworthy of being in Beelze-sama’s presence, Pikachu.”

“Don’t hate me because I’m beautifully electric~”

“There’s so many sweets, look Jackal!”

“Please don’t eat yourself into a sugar coma, Marui.”

“Mada mada dane.”

“There’s no candy corn…”

“I hope the cheesecake eyeballs taste good, I tried hard not to mess them up…”

“Hyung, can we go back to the forest? It’s way too stuffy here.”

“Be patient, we’ll leave soon, Junhong.”

“It’s kinda boring. I shoulda brought my Ouija board.”

“Didn’t that go horribly wrong for you?”

“Pft, Luigi Board.”

“Hyung, you’re so embarrassing~!”

You smiled at the various groups of people as they mingled together, drinking and having fun. So many varying personality types… it was awesome to see everyone together. Maybe coming to the party wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

The music started to fade before being replaced by a female voice coming from the speakers. “Hello, and welcome, everyone! Thank you so much for attending my 2019 Halloween Gathering, I do hope you’re all enjoying yourselves.”

Hilda stepped forward, her green eyes narrowed at the speaker mounted in the corner near the ceiling. “Show yourself, coward. How dare you kill off my beloved Y/N!”

Saitama huffed from behind her. “You made Y/N get kidnapped in my story!”

“You made my beautiful Y/N a murderer!” Denki whined, his bottom lip jutting out.

“Why didn’t I get a kissing scene with Y/N?” Killua pouted. “Even a peck on the cheek would’ve been fine.”

“Killua…” Gon sweatdropped. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about the demon that attacked Y/N?”

“My chapter was great! No complaints here~” Marui grinned, folding his hands behind his head.

“But you ruined mine,” Ryoma glared at him. “I missed my kiss with Y/N because of you.”

Laughter filled the mill before the woman spoke again, amusement clear in her tone. “You all complain and yet you give no pause to think about your ‘beloved’ Y/N, who has been forced to live through so many events.”

As if one single unit, the entire room turned to stare at you and you gulped, stepping back until you hit the snack table. You sweatdropped. ‘Just how many lives has this chick given me?’

She laughed again, reading your mind. “More than you will ever know, my dear Y/N! You are quite precious to me, after all, for, without you, my tales simply could not be.”

“Glad I could help,” you muttered unhappily.

“Now, then. I’m sure all of you are quite curious as to why you have been gathered here. Well, I wish to extend my thanks to you all for being unwitting participants in this year’s festivities. It was a long and stressful ride to be sure, but worry not! I am proud of my accomplishments and shall rest well once this night comes to a close.”

“This has to be illegal, aru.” Yao frowned, folding his arms within his long sleeves.

She giggled. “But my dear, beautiful Chinese man, it’s only illegal if you get caught!”

A chill went down his spine and he paled.

Cory turned his head to stare directly at the camera, breaking the fourth wall. “Please don’t do this at home, kids.”

“This is stupid, I’m leaving.”

The group watched as Nathan stalked to the front door, but the lock clicked before his hand could grab the doorknob. He tried to unlock it, tugging on the door with all of his strength, but it wouldn’t budge.

A streak of lightning split the dark sky, lighting up the mill with an ethereal light. The woman’s sudden laughter made the teen jump away from the door as if it had just shocked him.

“Come now, did you really think it would be so simple to leave?” Footsteps echoed throughout the mill, the stairs creaking. A heavyset woman descended the steps, dressed in a taco costume and wearing a Dr. Pepper hat atop her short hair.

Everyone sweatdropped at the ridiculous sight before them.

She smirked, stopping halfway down the stairs. “I’m afraid all of you belong to me now. We’re going to make such wonderful tales in the future!”

“This is definitely illegal,” Izuku cried, grabbing onto the closest person to him, which happened to be the smol bean, Near.

“There’s more than thirty of us versus just one of you!” Youngjae growled, baring his canine teeth in anger. “You can’t take all of us on!”

“But my dear wolf, I already have,” she grinned, holding her arms out to her sides. A pink and black mist, sparkling in the light, filled the air. Everyone quickly covered their noses, but it was already far too late for them. One by one, the guests dropped to the ground, unconscious.

You were the last one, sprawled out on the shag rug as you fought against the darkness trying to claim your mind.

The woman angled her body toward the top of the stairs before kneeling down. “My lord, I offer you forty-one ripe, new souls for your army.

You listened as the ceiling creaked under someone’s weight, footsteps approaching the top of the stairs. Your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Good job, gamer!” Pewdiepie smirked, his blue eyes scanning the group. “Send them over to Marzia for de-aging and then join us in my closet for some G-Fuel powder while we feast on dank memes!”

“Of course, m’lord!” her grin was the last thing you saw before darkness claimed you. “Welcome to the nine-year-old army, gamers!”

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