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ladylynse · 7 years ago

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Whirlwind: Part II - Secret Quartet Fanfic

(Part I here)

4:57 PM

It had taken while, mostly because he’d gotten distracted by other things along the way, but Randy had finally figured out that this Gabriel show was a fashion show. That explained Marci’s interest. He still had no proof that McFist wasn’t doing a side deal, but it was looking less likely.

Randy had also figured out where the show was being held. He couldn’t sneak in as Randy Cunningham, obviously; while no one looked twice at him while on the streets, they’d notice pretty quickly if he tried to step foot in a place like that. But as the Ninja, it would be less of a problem. Difficult, granted, more like sneaking into McFist Industries than the Museum of Silt, but definitely not impossible.

Masked with the Art of Disguise (which he was way better at now) and blending into the crowd, Randy waited. When he heard the security guards turning away someone at the door—not meeting the dress code or fake passes or something; Randy didn’t try to keep it straight—he took the opportunity for what it was and slipped inside.

Roughly three minutes later, the screaming started.

About ten seconds after that, he was standing outside in the middle of the rapidly disappearing crowd and wondering how the cheese the Sorcerer had managed to stank someone in New York City when he was still trapped under Norrisville.

“I am so shoobed if this turns out to be the Sorceress,” Randy muttered. She was not someone he wanted to tackle without allies, and Howard couldn’t exactly hop on a plane to join him.

In all fairness, the monster attacking the fleeing crowd wasn’t really the Sorcerer’s—or the Sorceress’s—usual style. It was a female, way less animalistic than he was used to, and still mostly human-sized. Also, fluent in English, which was helpful, because while monsters usually understood him just fine, people usually weren’t much for talking once stanked. That typically made figuring out what had gotten to them harder.

“I am the Critic!” the monster announced. She didn’t seem to be holding a weapon, unless you counted her clutch. Though considering Randy had been bludgeoned with Stevens’s trombone before, the handbag should definitely count as a weapon. “So many of you don’t deserve to be here. You’re flawed, unworthy and unappreciative of true art. A quick critique will reveal those who truly live up to the proper standards.” She turned, picking out some random victim in the crowd, but Randy was already running toward her. He didn’t need to hear the rest of her spiel; he was used to doing this without spiels. She was about to attack, and he didn’t need to know any more than that. He figured he’d start with a Ninja Electro-Ball, feel her out, and then—

“The Critic, eh? Good thing for me black’s always in fashion.”

Silence fell as the monster swivelled to meet—what was that? Someone in a cat getup? What the juice was going on? Randy actually stopped to stare. What kind of shoob went around dressed like a black cat? Especially at some kind of fashion show?

“Chat Noir.” The monster sounded surprised but pleased, though her smile was anything but pleasant. “If you wish to save these people, you’ll have to give me your Miraculous.”

Randy had no idea what that meant. He had no idea who Chat Noir was—well, okay, fine, he could figure that part out—or what was supposed to be so miraculous or why this monster was being so vocal. But he knew how the Sorcerer worked, and now that he got a closer look at this monster, she looked vaguely familiar. She seemed to be the woman in the business suit he’d passed earlier, only the colouring and cut of her suit had changed—he wasn’t sure how; he just knew it looked different—and for some reason, maybe the silver and navy garb, she reminded him less of a monster who was ready to try to tear him apart limb by limb and more like, well, someone who fought with words. Like an actual critic. The glasses helped, though he couldn’t remember if she’d had them before.

This was weird. He would freely admit that. She still looked human. But something about her had changed, and she’d been in the right mood earlier to be stanked—bitter, angry, sad, the whole nine yards—and the way she held onto her bag made him pretty sure that’s where the Sorcerer’s stank had settled.

Which meant, relatively speaking, his job was easy. A Ninja Scarf Snatch here, a Ninja Slice there—this time, any shoob could do it. He could probably do it with his eyes closed. The crowd had scattered, and with cat boy distracting her, even the stragglers had had time to run. Randy moved closer, vaulting over the queue barrier. No one stopped him, even though the Ninja belonged in Norrisville and not New York.

“He’s not taking that deal,” Randy hollered as he cleared the last rope divider. He flipped forward, ducking and rolling and coming up with a few Ninja Rings in hand; he didn’t want cat boy to get caught with his Ninja Electro-Ball. He aimed and threw, shouting, “Ninja Ring! Ninja Ring! Ninja Ring!”

This time, it was cat boy’s turn to stare at him—in awe, probably—and the monster moved, dodging the rings and pulling out—a pen? What did she expect to do with a pen?

Didn’t matter. Good rule of thumb: get rid of anything the monster wanted to use as a weapon. Randy shot forward and grabbed his sword. He cut left, right, and left again. If he could just get—

Something slammed into him.

Correction: he slammed into something.

Problem: there wasn’t actually something there.

“Interfering where he’s not wanted,” the monster sneered, moving the pen as if jotting down notes. “Moving with reckless abandon and with no sense of a plan. Announcing attacks like an amateur but no doubt fancying himself a hero.”

She looked down over her glasses at him, and Randy bristled. Or he tried. He actually just tried to move, but no dice on that. “What the cheese did you do?” At least he could talk. “And who’re you calling an amateur? At least I’m not dressed up like a cat!”

Randy couldn’t turn his head to look away from the monster, but he saw movement from the corner of his eye, and cat boy started to slowly circle behind the monster. Cat boy might be the real amateur—did he really think no one could see him or something?—but the least Randy could do was distract the monster. “I mean, look at the quality of my suit,” he continued. “This is good workmanship, not some Halloween store special.” Then, since even he could tell he was losing her, he added, “Can’t you appreciate that, coming to a place like this?”

“You dare question me?” The monster actually laughed at him. “I am the Critic. I know more than any of these people. I certainly know more than you.”

She started to advance, and cat boy finally moved. He grabbed a baton and split it into two, throwing one at the monster and one at Randy. Both hit. The one aimed at the monster didn’t do any more than draw her attention—so what was the point of Randy trying to distract her?—and, because he couldn’t move, the one aimed at him took him in the gut. But it pushed him back, and suddenly he could move again. Presumably because the monster was distracted?

Cat boy had retrieved the first baton, and he held it like he was ready to throw it again. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want my Miraculous.”

“Will I?” the monster laughed as if she understood what cat boy was talking about. Personally, Randy had no clue why they would even know each other, but obviously they did, and this miraculous whatever-it-was might even be the reason the woman was stanked.

Even though cat boy wasn’t really acting like he’d stolen it from her. After all, he was still hanging around, and Randy was pretty sure any smart thief would be long gone. They wouldn’t be trying to pick a fight with someone they’d just robbed. And then there was the fact that both cat boy and the monster kept saying it was cat boy’s miraculous…thing, only the monster wanted it. And jealousy was a legit reason to be stanked, too, so Randy couldn’t rule that out. It just made things harder. He was pretty sure the monster wouldn’t be appeased if he presented her with a bouquet of flowers.

“You’re a fool, Chat Noir,” the monster continued. She started to move her pen again, as if she were writing a new list. “Your little partner isn’t here, and you’re helpless without her. You are hardly a problem solver. You’re in over your head, bumbling about a foreign country and failing miserably at being anything more than an annoyance. What you need—” and here she clicked her pen and leaned forward “—is to give me your Miraculous. That’s the first step to improving your situation.”

Cat boy jerked forward as if he were being pushed toward the monster, his feet stumbling nearer even as he tried to dig his heels in. Randy didn’t have time to try to figure this out anymore. Critic monster lady might not like it, but he did reckless abandon well, and plans always went off the rails sooner rather than later anyway. He picked up the baton—good quality, judging by its heft—and got to his feet. If the monster didn’t want him announcing his attacks, fine. He’d show her.

He took five steps to the right, just enough to get a clear line of sight, and threw the baton with an accuracy he’d honed over the past year of fighting in Norrisville. The baton struck the monster’s hand. She dropped her pen with a shriek, but Randy was ready. He snatched it out of the air with his scarf before she had a chance to turn. He grinned at her. “Who says he doesn’t have a partner?” And then, even as she started toward him and cat boy’s eyes widened and he yelled something, Randy snapped the pen in half.

He’d been expecting a swirl of stank to leave the pen.

He was not expecting a purple butterfly.

Cat boy said something else—Randy was pretty sure it wasn’t English—and then he’d grabbed the other half of his baton, attached it to the first part, and extended the thing way past what should have been possible, vaulting to the roof of the building in pursuit of the butterfly. Randy just stared after him as he disappeared, wondering what that was all about. He glanced back at the monster, half expecting the snapped pen to have done nothing after all, but all he saw was an ordinary woman who had fallen to her knees in a daze.

“What…what happened?”

Frankly, Randy wasn’t sure he knew anymore.

The woman’s eyes focused on him. He saw her confusion and—unfortunately—her distaste. “Why are you dressed as a ninja?”

Randy rolled his eyes. “Everyone’s a critic,” he muttered.

He didn’t bother announcing the smoke bomb as he used its cover to escape.

5:24 PM

“You’re sure it’s okay to do this without being invisible?” Danny asked as he and Jake—who was in his dragon form—flew over the skyscrapers of the NYC.

“Man, I keep telling you, people do not look up. And if they do, they just think they’re seeing things. It’s cool.”

“So that Rotwood guy isn’t still on your tail?”

“Please, you really think he can catch the Am Drag? At least give me a little cred, Phantom.”

“I thought he caught you before.”

“And I escaped. With some help. Doesn’t matter now, anyway. We’ve worked together since then. So long as he thinks he can use me to get info on the magical world, he’ll let it slide. He’s had too many close calls with the police to risk being accused of kidnapping me, anyway.”

Danny, who was too used to Vlad and his tricks to judge, decided to let that drop. He couldn’t see much from up here—his eyes were good, but Jake’s were definitely better—and wasn’t entirely sure where they were going. Jake did; he’d heard a possible location from Fu who had heard from Marty who had heard from a friend who had heard from a pair of leprechauns on the run from the guild. Or something like that. Danny had really stopped listening after hearing Marty’s name. Knowing the Grim Reaper was real still sent shivers up his spine.

Jake dived before Danny was expecting, and he almost overshot him. Jake had dropped without a word, so Danny didn’t shout after him; he just followed. When he caught up to the dragon, he moved carefully between his wings and put a hand between Jake’s shoulder blades, making them both invisible.

It took another second or two for Danny to spot what Jake had seen. Someone was racing across the rooftop of some building—Jake might recognize it; Danny didn’t—and, as Danny watched, using a silver stick like they were about to pole vault over something, getting more height and distance and easily making it to the next building.

“You think that’s your guy?” Danny asked as Jake slowed and evened out, watching and content to keep pace with the runner for the moment.

“Maybe?” The lack of confidence in Jake’s voice wasn’t inspiring. “He’s got the same colour of hair.”

“Is he supposed to be dressed like a cat?”

“Well, it is the Ring of the Black Cat….”

“Can you see what he’s running from?”

Jake was quiet for a moment. “I don’t think he’s running from something. I think he’s chasing something.”

“Chasing what?”

“A butterfly.” Danny looked, but he didn’t see anything, even after Jake added, “It’s dark purple.” As if that would stand out against the buildings.

“Why would he be chasing after butterflies? Even if it is this shapeshifting butterfly you were talking about.”

“Maybe he accidentally released it and needs to get it back?”

Danny snorted. “How incompetent do you think this guy is?”

“Hey, he came into an electronics store to ask where to find a cheese shop. He’s either new to this and really bad at it or trying to trick us into thinking he is.”

Danny couldn’t exactly deny that. “And you’re sure you don’t know what his endgame is?”

“You’ve been in the back room of the shop, Phantom. Anything could be back there. If he’s looking for something we might have, that’s a great place to start. And this…this is probably just to distract us.”

“Which is why we’re not getting any closer?”

Jake’s muscles moved beneath his fingers, and they glided nearer to their target, though they still remained out of earshot, especially considering how noisy the traffic was below. Was it always rush hour here? Danny didn’t remember it being this bad last time. Maybe because he hadn’t gotten out much. Or maybe because, once his dad had shown up, it genuinely hadn’t been as bad. Could also just be a different part of the city, though. The NYC was a sight bigger than Amity Park and Elmerton combined.

“I don’t know if we can actually fight him yet. You heard Fu: keep an eye on him but keep our heads down unless things go south. He’s trying to come up with something that’ll actually be able to hold this guy—or at least slow him down.”

“How about identifying him? Tracking him? If you guys don’t have something, can’t you steal something from Rotwood? He’s probably got bugs. Or some kind of spell.”

“If Rotwood has a spell, it doesn’t work. Trust me on that. And I’m not convinced any bugs he has are electronic. It doesn’t seem to go well for him whenever he tries that.”

Somehow, Danny had no trouble believing that. Rotwood definitely hadn’t changed, then, or gotten help. Just as well, for Jake’s sake.

“Besides,” Jake added, “for all we know, this guy’s good at spotting that kind of stuff. It wouldn’t take him much to get rid of it.”

True enough. Jake hardly knew anything about him at all. Most of this was guesswork, plus whatever information could be gleaned from the grapevine of the magical world, and Danny had no idea how reliable that was. Probably not as much as Jake hoped, at least judging by how things went in the Ghost Zone.

Still, Marty’s friend’s tip had been right. The cat suit and the butterfly couldn’t be a coincidence. Which meant someone who could destroy anything with a single touch was running around the city, accompanied by a butterfly that could basically possess someone and change them into anything. Not quite a normal day for Danny, but close enough, considering some of the things he’d put up with.

“I don’t like the idea of that butterfly being loose on top of everything else.” Not to mention the fact that finding it again would be nearly impossible. “We’re gonna have to split up. I’ll distract our friend with the deadly touch. You can torch Midas’s minion.”

“You sure about that? Those aren’t office buildings anymore. We’re past that. People live here.”

“All the more reason to do this before he gets wherever he’s going. For all we know, he’s herding that butterfly, not chasing it.”

“Aw, man, I didn’t even think….” Jake trailed off. “Fine. Deal. Just don’t go getting yourself killed, Phantom.”

Danny smirked. He was nervous, but at least fighting was familiar, so the mask was an easy one to wear. Besides, what he had in mind involved minimal contact. “Hard to kill something you can’t touch,” he said, and then he flickered intangible and dove through Jake, concentrating on their target.

The guy was definitely going to regret having a costume with a tail by the end of this.

5:31 PM

Adrien saw the burst of fire from the corner of his eye a split second before it engulfed the akuma. He lunged forward, not sure what fire would do to it. It was magical; could fire even touch it? They’d never tried. After their mistake with Stoneheart, Ladybug had always been very careful to catch and purify the akuma before it got away. What if the fire just caused the akuma to multiply?

The akuma was a black shadow in the centre of the flame, but before Adrien could see anything else—or get any closer—he found himself hanging by his tail. The belt tightened uncomfortably around his middle, but it took more than that to take his breath away.

The sight of the buildings falling away beneath him was a good start, though.

The dragon clinched it.

Adrien had just enough time to realize the red dragon was the source of the flame before there was a blinding flash. By the time he blinked the spots away from his eyes, he couldn’t see the dragon anymore, and he was too far away to hope to spot what had happened to the akuma. With some difficulty, he tried to twist around to see what was holding him. He wouldn’t have been entirely surprised if it was another dragon. Plagg was real, after all, and his presence was probably less believable to some than a fire-breathing dragon. But even if he’d ended up fighting a dragon in New York City, of all places, he never would have expected it to help him.

Why would Hawk Moth—who shouldn’t even be here; why was he here?—turn someone into a dragon and not have them fight to steal his Miraculous? The Critic hadn’t split hairs about letting him know what she wanted once she’d realized he was around, and he had to wonder if Hawk Moth had only transformed her to see if he could coax out anyone of any power from here. It wasn’t like he could have known Chat Noir would be here, after all, and Hawk Moth was definitely the type to collect as much power as he could. The dragon might not even have been intended for him; maybe the dragon had been intended for the ninja, whoever he had been.

Adrien really had to wonder about him. He hadn’t expected New York City to be devoid of heroes, exactly, but he wouldn’t have thought a ninja would be the one feeling at home here. Still, this ninja might not have been the amateur the Critic had claimed he was, but he clearly wasn’t used to Hawk Moth’s work if he hadn’t had any plan to catch and purify the akuma, even if he had known enough to break the object where the akuma had settled. But just because he hadn’t known about Hawk Moth, it didn’t mean Hawk Moth hadn’t known about him. Maybe the dragon had been intended to confront him all along, not Adrien. It wasn’t like the dragon would easily earn Adrien’s trust when he was a dragon and therefore obviously under Hawk Moth’s influence, but maybe this ninja didn’t know any better.

Except…. What if it wasn’t that obvious? Plagg had just told him that there were more kinds of magic in the world. Maybe the dragon really did live in New York City. Maybe he had been trying to help just to get on Adrien’s good side, just to get close to his Miraculous and to Plagg so that he could steal them away. And maybe that’s why he had a partner, someone who had been able to grab Adrien while the first dragon destroyed—hopefully destroyed—the akuma. Maybe the ninja was even less incompetent than he’d appeared and had been sent to scout out the situation. Maybe he and the dragon worked together.

But if that were the case, why would he have helped Adrien instead of working with the Critic to trap him first?

Adrien still couldn’t get a good look above him, so he started trying to swing. He didn’t want to be dropped, exactly, especially when he was so high up he was getting cold and finding it hard to catch his breath in spite of the suit, but if he could get a better view, then maybe he could discover exactly what was holding onto him and figure this out.

He heard a squawk of surprise and found himself picking up speed, being pulled far faster than before. He fought to raise his head against the wind as he spun and twisted behind his captor, but he still couldn’t see anything. Could dragons become invisible? He’d have to ask Plagg. Assuming he ever got the chance. What would Ladybug think if he never returned? What would his father think if his son disappeared?

“I can’t let that happen,” Adrien said, quietly enough that he knew the wind would tear away his words before his captor had a chance to hear them. “I’ve got to get out of this.”

He just had no idea how.

“Hey!” he yelled, trying to get his captor’s attention. Then, louder, “Hey! Where are you taking me?”

He didn’t get an answer, though he didn’t know if it was because he hadn’t been heard or because he was being ignored.

“Hawk Moth’s not going to like it if you just drop me on his doorstep, you know! He wants my Miraculous, not me!” He was speaking English, figuring that that was probably his captor’s native tongue, but in desperation, he tried the same in French.

No response.

He kept yelling anyway, alternating between English and French and throwing some Chinese into the mix in the hope something would halt this flight. Between the blood pounding in his head, the tossing and turning, the numbing cold, and the thin air, he really wasn’t feeling well.

“Just let me go!” he screamed—but when he suddenly started falling, he regretted the rash words. He tumbled head over heels, darkening grey sky looking little different from the rippling slate of the water below. He still could see no sign of what had held him. As the water rushed closer, he reached for his staff, hoping to extend it and try to regain some sense of control, but it wasn’t in its holder, and he realized he must have lost it when he’d been grabbed in the first place. He couldn’t remember letting it go, but he couldn’t remember putting it back, either. He was on his own.

Adrien closed his eyes on the sight of the water coming up to meet him and hoped that the impact didn’t kill him.

Onto Part III! or What’s the timeline again?

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sach216 · 7 years ago

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Secret Quartet (& Friends) Halloween Oneshot

So this is a oneshot based on thiiiiis post!

Secret Quartet @queenofhearts7378 I hope I did justice to all freaking 12 characters ohmygoshneveragain

“Do you realize just how ironic that is?”

Danny looked down at his Ghostbusters costume, then looked up at Tucker again, raising an eyebrow, “Uh, no?”

Sam scoffed from the couch, “As if you’re one to talk, Tuck. What’s your costume supposed to be? An idiot who’s always late or something? You don’t need a costume for that.”

Danny covered his mouth in an effort to cover his laughter.

“Oh ha-ha,” Tucker said sarcastically, “For your information, I’m a formal,” he gestured to his suit, “apology,” he poked at the sign that read ‘sorry’ around his neck.

Danny burst out laughing, “That’s terrible! Adrien’s gonna love it!”

Tucker grinned at Danny, then glanced at Sam again, “See? Danny gets it. And, like a dead cheerleader isn’t a bad idea.”

Sam smirked at the mention of her torn up fake cheerleader costume, “I’m feeling spiteful.”

Tucker rolled his eyes, “Speaking of, when are they getting here?” He checked his PDA, “It’s about time we get going.”

Danny flipped out his phone and was about to respond, when the doorbell rang. Danny practically ran to it and swung it open.

“Ghosty!”

“Dragon breath!” Danny cried cheerfully in response. He ushered Jake, Trixie, and Spud inside the living room, “You guys are the first here.”

“Sweet,” Jake responded.

Spud fist bumped with Tucker as a greeting, “Cool costume, Tuck. I’m really getting the late intern vibe.”

Sam covered her laugh, as Tucker deadpanned.

“I’m a formal apology, Spud,” he said, “What about you?”

Spud posed dramatically, placing his gloved hands on his hips, as his obnoxious green cape billowed behind him, “I’m the Spudman! Tallyho!”

Trixie plopped down next to Sam on the couch, “Boys,” she rolled her eyes, then gave Sam a once over, “I’m feeling the look.”

Sam nodded in appreciation, “Thanks. Your costume looks great.”

Trixie brushed the shoulder of her jacket confidently, “I know, thanks.” She was dressed in an Air Force pilot outfit.

Danny looked at Jake, “Spiderman?”

Jake shrugged, “They were out of Deadpool, so I went with what they had.”

Danny nodded.

“Aaand you decided to dress as this, huh?” Jake gave him an unimpressed glance.

Danny scratched the back of his head, “Yea… I’m starting to get the irony of it now…”

Just then, the door was pounded on. Danny scurried forward to open it, revealing two shoobs.

“Trick or treat!” Two voices called out simultaneously.

“Hey Randy, Howard,” Danny greeted.

The two teens entered the home to be with the others.

“Yo,” Jake began, looking over them, “just what are you supposed to be?”

“Who me?” Randy asked, pointing to himself with stained toilet paper wrapped around his torso and furry legs, “Well, I’m a mummy-werewolf. And Howard here, was supposed to be the werewolf-mummy, but he decided to betray my cheese, again!”

Howard crossed his arms and turned away, “Cool your juice, Cunningham.”

“You did the same thing last year!” Randy cried.

Danny and Jake stared at Howard’s costume.

“Oh I got it,” Jake gasped, “You’re McFist.”

Howard raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, “Are you saying my costume’s bad? ‘Cause I spent too long working on it for you to insult me!” He shouted.

Randy gasped in disgust, “Yet you couldn’t be a werewolf-mummy?”

“I said I wasn’t feeling it, Cunningham!” Howard retorted sharply.

Danny and Jake deadpanned.

“Calm down, you guys,” Danny cut in, “We’ll be trick-or-treating for candy anyways, so it’s okay.”

They just huffed and turned further away from each other.

Luckily, the doorbell rang again, so Danny went to open it once more. He grinned, “Hey guys!”

Nino and Alya waved from them front, entering in with Marinette and Adrien behind. He closed the door, and followed them to be with the others. There was a lot of chatter already.

“The newbies are here!” Danny announced.

The rest of them gathered around, checking out their costumes.

Nino was dressed as Michelangelo from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Tucker and Spud were giving him kudos on the costume. Alya was a cop, who instantly started taking pictures with Trixie in her uniform, and Marinette was a black cat, with Tikki in a matching set of cat ear headband.

And Adrien…

“Holy cheese!” The one and only Randy gasped loudly, “Adrien, where’s your costume?”

The room silenced suddenly as all gazes turned to the blond boy.

Adrien shuffled under their gazes, “I-uh, wasn’t aware that we were supposed to dress up.”

“How could you not?” Howard gasped, “It’s Halloween!”

Plagg, who was wearing a pair of antenna as a headband, floated up, “I told him.”

“No you didn’t, Plagg!” Adrien hissed.

“I didn’t?” Plagg blinked, he shrugged, “Well I meant to.”

“Not helping here,” Adrien muttered.

Danny sighed, “It’s okay Adrien. We can find something from my old stuff.”

Jake grinned with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “You know what that means.”

Randy nodded with the same look.

Adrien laughed nervously, taking a step back from them.

“Oh no you don’t,” Alya interrupted, “I think it’s only fair for us girls to dress him up.”

Tricia stepped beside Alya with a firm nod, “I’m with ya, girl. I think he’d look good in a fairy costume,” she snickered.

Alya bit her lip, preventing her grin from spilling out, “Or maybe a princess dress.”

Sam put her hand on Alya’s shoulder, “How about the cheerleader that I’ll prey on next?”

The three girls finally burst into their bout of laughter.

Adrien was sweating profusely, taking clear steps away from the three girls.

Marinette frowned, “Well I think that Adrien should get to choose his costume, like the rest of us.”

Randy scoffed, “You got that right,” he sent a glare at Howard.

Howard glared right back, “You saying something?”

They were ignored.

Alya gasped, coming out of her laughing fit, “Relax Adrien, we’re just messing with you.”

Trixie nodded, “Yea dude, dress up as anything you want.”

“But if you really want to, I support the cheerleader,” Sam said, “I respect anyone who can cross dress.”

Adrien laughed awkwardly, “N-No thanks…”

Loud footsteps came from the stairs, as Maddie and Jack Fenton came down.

“Hey kids!” Maddie greeted, “Looks like you’re all here, huh!”

Jack grinned, “You kids stay safe out there! Maddie and I are heading out for ghost hunting all night! You know it’s there favorite night of the year!”

Maddie patted Jack’s arm, then looked over the teens, “Let me see all of your costumes! We should take a picture!”

Danny opened his mouth to mention Adrien, when Maddie gasped.

“Adrien! Where’s your costume?”

Adrien rubbed his arm, “I… forgot about it…”

Jack seemed to be in surprise as well, “Well this can’t happen! To the attic, Maddie!”

Maddie nodded, “You’re right! Don’t go anywhere!” She called to the teens.

Adrien cast a glance at Danny nervously, “Where are they going?”

Danny shook his head, “Don’t worry, the old costumes are in the attic.”

“Anyways,” Tucker cut in before they could start talking again, “if you would all have a seat as we begin our presentation.”

Alya and Spud joined him as he rolled out a chalkboard out from the kitchen.

Danny gawked, “What- When did you bring that?”

“Silence my friend,” Spud cut him off, “the presentation begins.”

“Thank you Spud,” Tucker cleared his throat, “This Halloween is going to be the very best and most important Halloween of our lives. Thus, Spud, Alya, and I have created the ultimate trick or treating plan!”

A few of them clapped in amazement.

“Alya, if you will.”

“Thank you Tucker,” Alya nodded, she smacked the board with a pointer stick, as she began explaining their route vigorously.

“Understood?”

There were nods and murmurs of agreement.

Alya grinned, “Great!”

Loud footsteps interrupted again as Jack and Maddie rushed down the stairs with a large box.

“Sorry about that, kiddos!” Jack cried, “I’m sure there was a ghost up there! Almost caught it too!”

Maddie sighed, then looked at Adrien, “Come on, Adrien, you can choose whatever you like!”

Adrien smiled and went to the box, Danny going with him. After many suggestions and tossed aside outfits, Adrien found the one he wanted.

“A wizard, huh?” Maddie smiled.

“Perfect!” Jack bellowed, “Maddie! Don’t we have a Fenton Ghost Stick that would match this?”

Maddie nodded, “That’s right! I’ll go grab it!”

She rushed down to the basement as Adrien fixed the tunic and cape of the wizard outfit around himself. She came back up with a large silver and green colored staff.

Danny blinked, “What is that?”

“It’s our new device,” Maddie explained, “It has a thermos and a blaster in it.”

“A two in one! One of the best things on the market, if I say so myself,” Jack bragged.

Maddie handed the staff to Adrien, “There you go. Now your outfit is complete!”

Adrien took the staff gratefully and glanced down at his outfit with a smile, “Thank you so much!”

Maddie smiled brightly, “Of course dear! Now you all better be off! That candy won’t collect itself!” She said as she ushered the group of teens out the door. “Make sure to stay safe! Stick together!”

“And don’t hesitate to use your ghost weapons, Danny boy!” Jack shouted.

Danny stuffed his head down, “Okay, I got it. Bye.”

“Have fun!” Maddie called.

As soon as the door shut, Alya and Tucker turned to the group to remind them of their plan. However, some of them had other plans.

“Oh my cheese! Howard come on! Candy awaits!” Randy shouted, suddenly best friends with Howard again, and starting to run off.

Howard followed behind, “Honk yea! Can’t wait for me to get that candy grub!”

Nino grabbed Adrien as he led them away, too, “Dude we have got to check this place out! Let’s go!”

Adrien grinned happily as he followed.

“Wait!” Alya shouted, “No!” She quickly ran behind Randy and Howard. She tossed a look back to Tucker, “Emergency plan D!”

Tucker saluted, “Got it!”

“Emergency plan D?” Danny repeated in confusion.

“No time to explain!” Tucker cried, he pointed his finger out, “Spud, Jake, Sam, follow Alya and stay with them! Trix, Mari, you guys are with us.”

Sam raised an eyebrow at being ordered around, but nonetheless followed after Alya with Jake and Spud.

Tucker nodded, waving the three with him over, “Let’s go find Nino and Adrien before they get lost somewhere.”

“That would be terrible,” Marinette said.

“Yea,” Trixie agreed, “and I doubt they’ve got any cell service here.” She glanced at Marinette expectantly.

Marinette took out her phone, shaking her head, “No.”

Tucker nodded, “Yea well let’s find them and start trick-or-treating!”

They cried in cheer together, then rushed off to find Nino and Adrien.

Alya was able to catch Randy and Howard before they knocked on any of the houses for candy. “You dummies! Did you forget the plan?”

Randy blinked, “Oh right…” He laughed awkwardly, “Sorry.”

Alya rolled her eyes, turning to see Jake, Spud, and Sam approaching. She smiled, “Hey you guys!”

Sam nodded in acknowledgment, “So what happens to the plan now that we’ve split up?”

“Plan D!” Alya announced.

Spud nodded, “We kinda figured that Randy and Howard would’ve run off on their own. No offense, dudes,” He nodded at them, “Nino was a possibility though. Luckily we came up with backups for both situations.”

Howard rolled his eyes, “Yea, yea, great. Can we just get the candy already?”

Sam scoffed, “Please, we already know you don’t have any patience.”

Alya nodded at Howard, throwing her arms into the air with her Nerf guns up, “Get ready, because this has become a competition on who can collect the most candy!” She shot the foam bullets in the air.

Randy jumped, getting into a ready position, “Alright! I’m gonna beat your cheese, lizard brain.”

“What was that, PJ’s?” Jake hissed, jumping in Randy’s face.

“My team will get more candy than yours!” Randy shouted.

Jake shouted back in his face, “Oh yea?”

“I call Howard!”

“I call Spud!” Jake shouted at the same time that Randy shouted.

“Quiet!” Alya yelled, scuffing both of their heads with the end of her Nerf guns. “We aren’t competing against each other! We’re competing against Tucker’s team!”

Both heroes blinked up at her, eyes widening, “Ooh.”

Sam smirked, “Well, we should get collecting if we don’t want to lose.”

“Wait,” Alya stopped them, “I think we should split up.”

“Why?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“I was thinking that maybe the houses would give less candy to a group of six, compared to a group of three,” Alya explained.

“Oh, I get it,” Spud nodded, “Cool then, I’ll take Howard and Randy down route five and six.”

Alya nodded, “That works. So, Sam, Jake, you’re with me.”

“What’s route five and six?” Sam asked.

“Just a way we divided the streets,” Alya explained, starting to walk off.

Randy stuck his tongue out at Jake, “Still gonna get more candy than you, fire breath!”

“Ha!” Jake faked a laugh, “You can try, Sailor Moon!”

“Come on!” Alya shouted.

Jake waved at them and ran after her with Sam.

Spud grinned at Randy and Howard, “Let’s get our candy, tallyho!” He marched forward with the call.

Howard rolled his eyes, “That’s so not going to catch on.”

Tucker looked at his phone as he read his text. He looked up at the others, “Okay guys, this is going to be our last house.”

“Where are we going after?” Nino asked, carrying his large bag of candy.

“We’re going to meet up at Sam’s,” Tucker explained.

Danny nodded, “Okay, great.”

The team made their last stop, gaining about 3 more pieces each.

They chattered lightly as they made their way to Sam’s large home, but met up with the others about halfway there.

They fell into groups, chatting about their night so far. Sam, Marinette, Alya, and Trixie; Randy, Howard, Danny, and Tucker; and Spud, Jake, Nino, and Adrien.

The boys were caught up in their stories and didn’t notice the girls who were walking ahead of them stop.

“Hey boys,” Alya began, a smirk growing on her lips.

Nino stopped, “I don’t like the look on your face.”

Alya shrugged innocently.

“Isn’t Halloween supposed to be scary?” Marinette asked.

Danny nodded, “Yup, that’s why everything’s spooky.” He wiggled his fingers dramatically.

Jake rolled his eyes, “So what about it?”

“What’s Halloween without risk?” Trixie smirked.

Sam lifted her arm, pointing over to her left, “We dare you to go through that graveyard.”

Randy and Howard stiffened, remembering the last time they went through a cemetery on Halloween.

Randy laughed awkwardly, “H-How about we don’t?”

“Oh?” Sam snapped her head towards him, “What, are you scared?”

“No!” Randy immediately blurted out, “I just… we have a bad experience with graveyards and Halloween.” He and Howard deadpanned at the memory.

The group stared at them in curiosity.

“Really?” Adrien asked, “What happened?”

Howard put his hands up, “That’s a story for another night! Come on, shoobs, let’s just get going.”

The other boys shrugged and followed him.

Alya huffed and crossed her arms, “Wow, I didn’t know we were out here with a bunch of wussies.”

Adrien spun around, “We aren’t wusses!”

“Yea!” Spud shouted in agreement. “You should know that the Spudman is never afraid!”

Trixie rolled her eyes.

“It would be pretty brave if you guys go through,” Marinette smiled.

Alya nodded, “Yea, we’ll meet you on the other side.”

“So you’ll call us sissies but won’t go yourselves?” Tucker retorted.

“Are you kidding me?” Trixie snapped, “I don’t want a single scratch on my uniform here!”

Tucker raised his arms in defense, “Geez, sorry.”

Jake narrowed his eyes at the girls, “Why do you even want us to go through the graveyard?”

“‘Cause it’s Halloween!” Trixie shouted.

Marinette shrugged, “It seems very ‘Halloween’ to me.”

“This is your first Halloween!” Howard yelled at her.

Sam threw her arm over Marinette’s shoulders, “And that’s why you guys should go. Give Adrien and Nino the spooky experience.” She tossed a smirk to Danny, “Right, Danny?”

Danny sighed, “Fine. We’ll go through.”

Sam grinned, “Great. See you on the other side.”

With that, she and the other girls left the group of boys.

“Girls,” Danny muttered.

There were murmurs of agreement.

Jake fixed his hold on his candy bag, “Alright, let’s just go.”

The group of 8 began their trek forward, silently watching the trees and darkness around them for safety.

The lights that were at the front of the graveyard faded away as they went in deeper.

“What the heck,” Jake groaned, “Why are there no lights on around here?”

Tucker shrugged, turning on the flashlight on his PDA. The others followed his lead.

Danny huffed, “Let’s just go. I’m getting cold.”

Adrien smirked, “That’s a first, Cas-brr.”

Danny stopped, “Did you just-”

Tucker rolled his eyes, “Can you two do this later? Let’s get out of here first.”

They silenced again, the only sound coming from the crunching under their feet.

“Howard,” Randy whispered, “I’m getting a weird feeling…”

Howard gulped, “Me too, bud…”

Randy looked up, his eyes bulging when he suddenly spotted a shadowy figure. He screamed loudly, flashing the light from his phone in that direction.

The boys jumped at Randy’s cry and followed his sight.

There sat a balloon figure of a ghost.

“What the heck!” Randy screamed, “Who puts Halloween decoration up in a graveyard!”

“Who cares?” Jake shouted, “You can’t just scream like that!”

“It freaked me out!” Randy shouted back.

“Cut it out!” Danny shouted in between them.

They growled at each other.

Tucker held his PDA close, glancing around nervously. He heard a creepy call from his left. “Did you hear that?”

Spud glanced around, then shrugged, “Nope. What you heard was probably the wind. Or the bodies of all the dead people whom we are-”

“Okay!” Tucker cut him off, “Thank you, Spud.” He grumbled sarcastically.

Spud nodded, “No worries, pal.”

Nino and Adrien, who had been silent mostly at the back of the group, stopped.

“Hey dudes, did you hear that?” Nino asked.

“Hear wh-” Tucker squeaked, cut off by the sound of something scratching.

All of them froze in silence, only the sounds of the leaves rustling and the strange noise around them.

“It’s probably a rat?” Danny whispered.

“You don’t sound too sure,” Jake retorted.

Danny shot him a glare, “And what would you say it is?”

“Guys,” Randy stopped them, “Let’s just keep going.”

Wordlessly, they agreed, slowly moving forward.

A loud cracking sound made them stop in their tracks again.

No one said a word, in fear of jinxing it.

But then, it rained on them all at once.

Loud ghostly wails came from all directions, the wind picked up and things were thrown around, and slimey stuff fell on the boys.

They screamed, racing down the path as fast as they could to get to the exit. Even after exiting, they ran across the street before they decided to finally stop.

Now the only thing they heard was their heavy breathing as they tried to recollect themselves.

“What the- what the heck was that?” Nino shouted.

“I thought I saw a body bag with ghost guts on it!” Spud addes, hysterically.

“What?” Tucker gasped.

“Yo ghosty,” Jake addressed Danny, “there is something wrong around here.”

“No there’s not!” Danny cried, “I’ve never- I never even went in the cemetery before! And it couldn’t have been a ghost, my ghost sense didn’t go off! ”

“Just where the honk are we?” Howard shouted angrily.

Adrien was shaking and Randy stood beside him patting his back, also shaking himself.

“W-Where are the g-girls?” Adrien questioned.

Just then, a trail of laughter came from behind them. The boys turned to find Sam, Marinette, Alya, and Trixie laughing as they came closer.

“Y-You guys!” Alya laughed, “Were so-!”

“Scared!” Trixie finished for her.

The boys were silent.

“Wait…” Jake uttered, “you guys were…”

“That… was a prank?” Adrien finished meekly.

“Yea it was!” Sam cheered, high fiving Trixie, as Alya and Marinette did the same.

Danny frowned, “That’s not funny.”

“Yea, Trix,” Spud began, “you totally scared Adrien, Nino, Randy, and Howard.”

“What?” Nino, Randy, and Howard all spun towards Spud.

“We weren’t scared!” Howard cried.

“Yea dude! Something slimey fell into my shirt so I was trying to get it out!” Nino added.

Marinette wiped her tears away, “Sorry guys, but it was too funny.”

“We had to do it,” Alya said, “It is our first Halloween.”

The boys grumbled.

“Oh whatever,” Tucker pouted, “can we just get to Sam’s place now?”

Sam snickered, “Sure. Grandma Ida should have everything ready by now.”

The boys were still grumbling about the scare.

Alya rolled her eyes, “Come on. We’ll let you guys pick the first movie.”

Jake eyed her, “Are you sure?”

Trixie nodded, “Yup, go ahead.”

“That is, if you guys can decide on a movie,” Sam smirked.

“We totally can!” Randy shouted.

“Okay…” Marinette said, obviously not believing.

And with that, they quickly made it back to Sam’s mansion.

The huge group of teens set up their base in the basement of Sam’s house. There, they all settled beds first, before gathering together with blankets and pillows on and around the sofas.

Ida came down after letting them in with a tray of hot chocolate and cups. Sam helped her pass them out, and they were ready to begin.

“Okay!” Alya interrupted everyone’s chatter, “It’s time for us to count the candy!”

“Count?” Danny repeated.

“You want us to count all of this?” Nino agreed.

Alya stopped, realizing that it would be difficult.

“How about we just guestimate it?” Adrien suggested.

“Is that even a word?” Howard retorted.

“Says the one from Norrisville,” Tucker scoffed.

Howard raised a fist, “You got something to say, shoob?”

“Howard! Calm down!” Randy called out.

Nino cleared his throat, “How about we just spread them all out and see which one is bigger?”

They agreed, and did so on the ground.

“Ha! We won!” Jake cheered, seeing the larger circle of candy.

“In your face!” Randy cried happily, high giving Howard at his side.

“Hold on!” Nino cried, “Our pile is obviously bigger!”

Spud gasped, “No way! Look there’s more over there, dude!”

Danny shook his head, “Yea, but we have more here!”

Trixie nodded, “Exactly!”

Sam rolled her eyes, “Please. You guys don’t see it. We definitely have more.”

Alya nodded, crossing her arms, “We do.”

“No you don’t!” Tucker shouted. He pulled out his PDA. “I know, I can get my PDA to scan the candy and get the number.”

“Seriously Tucker?” Jake deadpanned, “Why didn’t you do that in the first place?”

Tucker let out a nervous laugh, “I might have forgot about it.” With that, he scanned the two piles of candy.

The PDA spoke, “Four hundred eighty nine. Five hundred two.”

“Oooh!” Jake and Randy whooped loudly at the revelation.

“In your faces suckas!” Howard shouted.

Nino crossed his arms and huffed.

Danny sighed, “Well, I guess you guys did get more.”

Alya placed her hands on her hips, “Randy and Jake really did the best.”

“Oh,” Adrien smirked, “sounds like they had a gourd time.”

Their chatter silenced as his words processed in their minds.

“Oh no,” Marinette moaned, her hands covering her face.

Danny snickered, “Good one, my pun kin.”

“You are unBoolievable,” Adrien smirked.

The rest of the group were quiet, not saying anything in their misery.

Randy groaned loudly, getting their attention, “Fangs a lot for these terrible puns you guys!”

The room got silent again.

Jake laughed out loud, “You too? I guess you can’t help but being,” he lifted a packet of orange, yellow, and white candy corn, “corny on Halloween.”

The four heroes laughed at their lame jokes.

“Oh my gosh,” Alya gasped, “please stop. I bet you guys think you’re so humorous.”

Spud grinned, “Wow, great skele-pun, Alya.”

Alya’s jaw dropped, “Wha- no! It wasn’t a pun!”

Howard snorted, “You can’t skele-run from skele-puns.”

Randy laughed, lifting his hand to his bffr, “Good one!”

Sam sighed, leaning back on her hands and pulling the jack-o-lantern patterned blanket over her legs, “I’m smiling on the outside, but I’m hollow on the inside.”

It took them a moment to understand her.

Nino snickered, getting the joke about carved pumpkins, “Hexcellent joke, Sam.”

Sam nodded at him, a smirk on her lips.

Abruptly, they all started shooting the best Halloween puns they could come up with at each other.

Marinette groaned into her hands, “Please, please, stop. I can’t handle anymore.”

Sam laughed, standing up, “Fine. Let’s start a movie.” She glanced over the boys, “Which is it going to be?”

“Claw!” Jake called out immediately.

Spud grinned, “Yea!”

“I say we watch Splatterday Fright Cleaver!” Randy shouted.

Howard raised his hand, and the two high fived, “Oh yea!”

Tucker frowned, “I’ve never even heard of that.”

“How about The Last Night?” Danny suggested.

Nino sighed, “I honestly don’t know anything about these movies. Do you, Adrien?”

Adrien shook his head and shrugged, “I don’t really watch horror.”

They then erupted into a mess of arguing about which movie they should watch.

Trixie scoffed and crossed her arms, Sam rolled her eyes, and Alya face-palmed.

“We knew this would happen,” Sam sighed.

Marinette glanced around, “Why don’t you two just decide on something?”

Trixie agreed, “How about we watch Beneath My Bed then? I heard it was good.”

Sam nodded, “Oh, it was.”

She set it up, then dimmed the lights, snapping the boys out of their arguing.

“Hey!” Howard yelped from his position over Spud as he held his arm down, “What are you doing?”

“We haven’t decided on a movie yet,” Nino said, as Danny was explaining the plot of The Last Night to him and Adrien.

“Puh-lease,” Trixie scoffed, “by the time you guys decide on a movie, Halloween would be over!”

Alya snickered.

“Now sit down and watch,” Sam declared, “I’m not changing it now that it’s in.” She went back to her spot and sat down, wrapping the blanket around her.

The boys grumbled, but untangled themselves from each other and found their way around the blankets and pillows to lounge comfortably as the movie began.

The scene faded black and credits started rolling.

Sam stretched out and turned on the lights, looking over everyone. Everyone was still awake, but haunted by the movie.

Randy and Howard were shaking, wrapped in their own blankets next to each other. Adrien, Spud, and Tucker were in similar positions.

“Wow, cool movie,” Jake said, popping a KitKat mini in his mouth.

Danny nodded, “The plot was really good.”

Alya agreed, “That one scene in the attic reminded me of something… Sam, if you will.”

Sam grinned, heading to the closet and pulling out a board.

Nino blinked, “What is that?”

Tucker’s eyes widened as he saw it, “A ouija board? Really?”

Sam shrugged, “We’re in Amity Park. We can’t not.”

Danny groaned, “Please no.”

“Yo!” Spud called out, “This sounds so cool! I totally wanna meet some ghost real time.”

Trixie smirked, “Same here.”

Jake shrugged, “It’s Halloween.”

“We are using that excuse way too many times,” Danny grumbled.

Sam cleared the center and placed the board down, “Okay, everyone follow my instructions, I know how to use this.”

“You do?” Tucker raised an eyebrow.

“Of course I do,” Sam retorted. She began explaining the process to everyone, and dimmed the lights down.

“Everyone ready?” Sam asked.

They nodded.

“Okay, hold your hands up,” She said, and then began reciting a strange phrase three times.

The lights flickered.

Sam dropped her hands and put a finger on the center planchette, everyone else joining her. There was silence in the room.

About a minute in, Howard was getting impatient and was about to shout, when he felt a chill run down his spine and the piece shift under his finger.

They all stiffened, watching and moving with the piece.

It started going in circles, like a figure 8.

Sam blinked, “That means it wants to get out,” she said softly, “move the piece to the ‘goodbye’.”

They moved it to the word, and suddenly a light flashed above the board, a figure appearing above it.

Danny Phantom crossed his arms with a frown, “I told you this was a bad idea.”

They were silent, processing what happened, but burst into laughter right away.

“Oh my gosh!” Jake cried.

“Phantom got sucked into the board!” Trixie gasped out.

Randy had tears coming out of his eyes, “Holy cheese! This is rich!”

Danny floated down and changed back into his civilian form, “And no one noticed.”

Sam smirked, “Oh, I noticed. I just wanted to see what happened.”

“What?” Danny gasped.

“I always wanted to do that.” She added.

Alya high fived her, “That was hilarious!”

“Let’s do another one!” Adrien grinned, giddy.

They quickly gathered around, Danny sitting out this time, and repeated the process.

The planchette started moving.

Sam read the letters it stopped on, “I. A. M. T. H. E. B. O. X. G. H. O. S. T.”

Marinette blinked, “What does that spell?”

Danny deadpanned, “Oh no.”

“I am the box ghost! Fear me!”

Tucker and Sam facepalmed.

“Okay, time to end this again,” Sam instructed, and they moved the piece to the goodbye.

Sam pulled the board away from everyone, “I think that’s enough now.”

Danny sighed, “Agreed. Please don’t summon the Box Ghost. He escapes on his own too much as it is.”

Howard moaned, taking a piece of taffy, “So what are we going to do now?”

Adrien shrugged, “What another movie?”

Tucker nodded, “Sounds good to me.” He stood up, “And I know just the one.”

The boys started protesting, but Tucker raised his hand to stop them.

“I pulled up a random movie chooser online,” Tucker explained, “totally random, no one’s picking it.”

Nino shrugged and fell back into his blanket, “Sounds good to me.”

“I guess I can live with that,” Jake sighed dramatically.

Trixie rolled her eyes, “Boys.”

Marinette giggled beside her.

“Okay, it’s going to be Dead Teacher Four,” Tucker said as he started the movie and jumped back to his spot between Danny and Spud.

The movie began, and the cluster of teens turned their attention to the screen.

It was a little past midnight when Ida decided to check on the teenagers in her basement. Making it down there, she carefully peered around the corner to not disturb any of their activities.

Instead of finding them chatting, she found a movie playing on the screen. Disregarding that, she entered the space carefully and went around the couch, since they were all hidden behind it.

She stopped short at the sight of them.

Every one of them had their eyes shut and were leaning against their pillows and each other in different spots.

Ida felt her heart swell as she lifted her camera to take pictures of all of them. Their parents would be getting a great gift this year, except for her own son and daughter-in-law and Adrien’s lousy dad, of course.

The dark figure on the sofa shifted, rubbing her face as her eyes flickered open and close, “Grandma…?”

Ida put her hand on Sam’s shoulder and guided her back down into her blankets. She kissed her forehead and whispered, “Rest for now.”

Sam moaned something, but turned and was snoozing softly again.

Ida smiled warmly at the scene once more, before turning off the movie and heading upstairs for the rest of Halloween night.

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