Sweet as Candy
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wl_fanfictionSummary: Jeff takes his son trick or treating on Halloween, when his son unfortunately is troubled by a scare.
Word Count: 1463
Background notes: IT'S PURE FLUFF! AND JEFF DOESN'T GET HURT IN THIS! HURRAH!
And yes, I know this is late, but I was busy trick or treating as the Mad Hatter :P
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The quiet, sleepy neighborhood was illuminated with the faint lights of glowing pumpkins and porch lights. The full moon shone overhead, bringing out the moisture of the road. Autumn leaves of gold and brown lay scattered across the ground, collecting on lawns, sidewalks and water drains. Everyone was ready for the age old tradition of Halloween to begin.
Down the street, the voice of a young boy could be heard laughing wildly in the night air, his tiny footsteps echoing heavily as he tackled the ascending slope. His tall handsome father came along behind him, hands in jean pockets, a feeble furrow on his brow.
"Mikey, slow down! I can't protect you from any monsters if you're too far away!"
The six year old stopped on his heels, spun around and clawed his hands aggressively. "Don't worry Dad! I'm SCARY!"
Jeff couldn't help but produce a deep laugh, seeing as the boy was dressed up as a cowboy. He took Mikey's small, infantile hand into his, as he guided him down the driveway of a grand, egg-shell colored house. It felt so phenomenal, so incredible to be able to call this boy his, to share the blood flowing within his veins. Jeff was enamored with him since the day he was born, despite the fact Jeff would have never considered children in his future when he was a young adult. With the serendipity of life, his girlfriend had announced one day she was pregnant, and there was no turning back - a path Jeff delightedly found willing to take.
"Trick or Treat!"
Mikey could not conceal the broad grin on his face as he received a prize of three mini-sized chocolate bars in his almost-full loot bag. He transferred the grin to Jeff, who returned it with a sweet, encouraging smile, both identical in every way. Promoting a visit to the neighboring house, Jeff watched as Mikey sprinted down the porch steps, around the tall line of oaks, and pause in front of the next driveway. The house was very intimidating; there was a fanfare of screams emitting fro a hidden audio source. The front door was veiled in darkness, save for a red glowing skull that seemed to bleed from the top of its head. The yard flora was covered with artificial spiderwebs, with a lifelike skeleton bobbing from the branch of a tree. Mikey timidly approached the house, eying the eerie purple glow of the window. With another shrill scream in the background, Mikey immediately froze, turning to Jeff again.
"Dad, you ring the doorbell!" he pleaded.
Jeff sighed. "If it's too scary, we can go to the next house, kiddo." Jeff hoped the mention of Mikey's pet name would toughen him up, though the child still felt discouraged.
"But I want candy! Ring the doorbell!"
"Mikey, you have to ring the doorbell if you want candy. I can't do it for you."
Mikey let out a whimper, and continued his route to the door. "Trick or treat..."
The door opened an inch, not a ray of light to be seen. Mikey stood, dazed, with his small eyes wide as ever and his mouth open slightly. He wasn't sure what to do next, but he had a sick feeling in his stomach already. Raising his loot bag a little higher, he struggled to repeat his sentence. "T-Trick..."
The door swung open, unleashing a madman in a vintage hockey mask screaming maniacally, his chainsaw whirring as he waved it in the air. Poor Mikey had dropped all his candy running away, crashing into Jeff's arms and bawling on his shoulder.
"It's OK, Mikey, it's not real!"
Jeff could hear the adolescent burst in a fit of laughter, as he pulled off his goalie mask and supported himself onto his knees. A lady came out of the house, picking up all the abandoned candy and returned the loot bag into Jeff's hand, wearing a sympathetic look.
"I'm so sorry. He was pretty brave for a while, though."
Jeff rubbed Mikey's back affectionately, just smiling kindly all the way. "Thank you very much. I guess he's had enough by now, it's been a long night."
He wished the lady a happy Halloween, and carried Mikey, loot bag and the addition of a cowboy hat to his car. Tried as he might, Jeff could barely remove Mickey from his shoulder, sniffing and clinging on like a piece of gum in a lock of hair. Jeff resorted to putting him in the passenger seat ("The backseat is scary!" Mikey claimed), warning to take all the candy away if Mikey went as to touch his arm while he was behind the wheel. Mikey leaned against the car door, watching as an array of trick-or-treaters whizzed by in their costumes from the window. As much as he wanted to join them, he was still much too scared, not to mention his eyes couldn't stay open any longer. When they arrived home, Jeff carried him up to bed, dressing Mikey up in his PJ's. Tucking him into bed, he left a night light on, and closed the door behind him.
---
An hour into the night, Jeff was already far in through his recording of the soccer game, beer in hand. Like a thunderous storm, Jeff heard the violent bang of a door open and close, followed by a sum of loud footsteps dash down the stairs.
"DADDY!"
The six year old Jeff clone crashed into his arms once more.
"What's wrong now?" Jeff pressed pause on the remote.
"The g-guy is in the closet! I swear!" The childish accent in Mikey's voice was harder to comprehend as it shook.
"Mikey, it was a man in a costume, it wasn't real."
"He's there!'" Mikey squealed. There was terror in his soft blue eyes.
---
Jeff and Mikey strode into the boy's room again. The walls were a pale blue, crayon sketches taped upon one corner of the room. Glowing stars hung on short strings from the white ceiling. The windows hid behind matching curtains. The bed lay in the center, its deep purple striped sheets disheveled from Mikey's retreat. A number of toys, including a model airplane, lay on the rug, misplaced from the toy bin - which stood beside the closet. Jeff stepped over a monster truck, and stood in front of the closet door, Mikey hiding behind his leg.
"I don't see anything scary." Jeff reported.
"It's inside! I heard him!"
Jeff grabbed hold of the doorknob. "If there isn't anything in the closet, do you promise to go back to bed?"
Mikey nodded. So, with great suspense, Jeff took a deep breath, his grip tightening. Mikey waited in anticipation, the same mortified look on his face from the chainsaw house. Then... Jeff flung the door open.
It was just a closet after all. There were only clothes on hangers, as well as a few colorful boxes and a pair of red and black striped socks on the floor. Mikey buried his face in the back of Jeff's thigh, before letting out a small peek.
"See? Nothing at all." Jeff fit himself into the small nook of the closet, hands on either side. He craned his head underneath the closet shelf, grinning. "Go back to bed now."
"But I heard something!" Mikey whined, as Jeff tucked him in once more.
"You were probably just hearing... fairies!" Jeff immediately thought up.
"Fairies?"
"Yeah!" Jeff pulled on a serious look. "They visit good little kids, and protect them from all the bad monsters at night. But if you're still scared, I can do what my mom did, and read you a story."
With glee, Mikey jumped out of bed, and grabbed a book from his bookshelf. Jeff studied the book, another factory version of 'The Ugly Duckling', trying to disguise a yawn. He himself was craving sleep, and desperately wanted to finish his soccer game. Mikey snuggled into his sheets enthusiastically, his ears ready to listen. Jeff opened the storybook, beginning the first sentence. He put much emphasis in his story telling, voicing out each individual character. Mikey couldn't help but giggle the loud, squeaky voice of the Mama Duck. Time passed, and with the closing sentence, Mikey was sound asleep. Jeff couldn't help but feel touched by the sight. He caressed Mikey's brown locks, his weary eyes looking down proudly.
---
The next morning, Jeff's girlfriend came home from work. She frowned at the sight of an abandoned beer bottle and an open TV screen, reminding herself to give Jeff a scolding the moment he woke up. Turning off the screen, she then walked up the stairs, and opened the door to Mikey's room. She couldn't help but forget her anger, as she saw both boys sleeping soundly in Mikey's bed.
Word Count: 1463
Background notes: IT'S PURE FLUFF! AND JEFF DOESN'T GET HURT IN THIS! HURRAH!
And yes, I know this is late, but I was busy trick or treating as the Mad Hatter :P
---
The quiet, sleepy neighborhood was illuminated with the faint lights of glowing pumpkins and porch lights. The full moon shone overhead, bringing out the moisture of the road. Autumn leaves of gold and brown lay scattered across the ground, collecting on lawns, sidewalks and water drains. Everyone was ready for the age old tradition of Halloween to begin.
Down the street, the voice of a young boy could be heard laughing wildly in the night air, his tiny footsteps echoing heavily as he tackled the ascending slope. His tall handsome father came along behind him, hands in jean pockets, a feeble furrow on his brow.
"Mikey, slow down! I can't protect you from any monsters if you're too far away!"
The six year old stopped on his heels, spun around and clawed his hands aggressively. "Don't worry Dad! I'm SCARY!"
Jeff couldn't help but produce a deep laugh, seeing as the boy was dressed up as a cowboy. He took Mikey's small, infantile hand into his, as he guided him down the driveway of a grand, egg-shell colored house. It felt so phenomenal, so incredible to be able to call this boy his, to share the blood flowing within his veins. Jeff was enamored with him since the day he was born, despite the fact Jeff would have never considered children in his future when he was a young adult. With the serendipity of life, his girlfriend had announced one day she was pregnant, and there was no turning back - a path Jeff delightedly found willing to take.
"Trick or Treat!"
Mikey could not conceal the broad grin on his face as he received a prize of three mini-sized chocolate bars in his almost-full loot bag. He transferred the grin to Jeff, who returned it with a sweet, encouraging smile, both identical in every way. Promoting a visit to the neighboring house, Jeff watched as Mikey sprinted down the porch steps, around the tall line of oaks, and pause in front of the next driveway. The house was very intimidating; there was a fanfare of screams emitting fro a hidden audio source. The front door was veiled in darkness, save for a red glowing skull that seemed to bleed from the top of its head. The yard flora was covered with artificial spiderwebs, with a lifelike skeleton bobbing from the branch of a tree. Mikey timidly approached the house, eying the eerie purple glow of the window. With another shrill scream in the background, Mikey immediately froze, turning to Jeff again.
"Dad, you ring the doorbell!" he pleaded.
Jeff sighed. "If it's too scary, we can go to the next house, kiddo." Jeff hoped the mention of Mikey's pet name would toughen him up, though the child still felt discouraged.
"But I want candy! Ring the doorbell!"
"Mikey, you have to ring the doorbell if you want candy. I can't do it for you."
Mikey let out a whimper, and continued his route to the door. "Trick or treat..."
The door opened an inch, not a ray of light to be seen. Mikey stood, dazed, with his small eyes wide as ever and his mouth open slightly. He wasn't sure what to do next, but he had a sick feeling in his stomach already. Raising his loot bag a little higher, he struggled to repeat his sentence. "T-Trick..."
The door swung open, unleashing a madman in a vintage hockey mask screaming maniacally, his chainsaw whirring as he waved it in the air. Poor Mikey had dropped all his candy running away, crashing into Jeff's arms and bawling on his shoulder.
"It's OK, Mikey, it's not real!"
Jeff could hear the adolescent burst in a fit of laughter, as he pulled off his goalie mask and supported himself onto his knees. A lady came out of the house, picking up all the abandoned candy and returned the loot bag into Jeff's hand, wearing a sympathetic look.
"I'm so sorry. He was pretty brave for a while, though."
Jeff rubbed Mikey's back affectionately, just smiling kindly all the way. "Thank you very much. I guess he's had enough by now, it's been a long night."
He wished the lady a happy Halloween, and carried Mikey, loot bag and the addition of a cowboy hat to his car. Tried as he might, Jeff could barely remove Mickey from his shoulder, sniffing and clinging on like a piece of gum in a lock of hair. Jeff resorted to putting him in the passenger seat ("The backseat is scary!" Mikey claimed), warning to take all the candy away if Mikey went as to touch his arm while he was behind the wheel. Mikey leaned against the car door, watching as an array of trick-or-treaters whizzed by in their costumes from the window. As much as he wanted to join them, he was still much too scared, not to mention his eyes couldn't stay open any longer. When they arrived home, Jeff carried him up to bed, dressing Mikey up in his PJ's. Tucking him into bed, he left a night light on, and closed the door behind him.
---
An hour into the night, Jeff was already far in through his recording of the soccer game, beer in hand. Like a thunderous storm, Jeff heard the violent bang of a door open and close, followed by a sum of loud footsteps dash down the stairs.
"DADDY!"
The six year old Jeff clone crashed into his arms once more.
"What's wrong now?" Jeff pressed pause on the remote.
"The g-guy is in the closet! I swear!" The childish accent in Mikey's voice was harder to comprehend as it shook.
"Mikey, it was a man in a costume, it wasn't real."
"He's there!'" Mikey squealed. There was terror in his soft blue eyes.
---
Jeff and Mikey strode into the boy's room again. The walls were a pale blue, crayon sketches taped upon one corner of the room. Glowing stars hung on short strings from the white ceiling. The windows hid behind matching curtains. The bed lay in the center, its deep purple striped sheets disheveled from Mikey's retreat. A number of toys, including a model airplane, lay on the rug, misplaced from the toy bin - which stood beside the closet. Jeff stepped over a monster truck, and stood in front of the closet door, Mikey hiding behind his leg.
"I don't see anything scary." Jeff reported.
"It's inside! I heard him!"
Jeff grabbed hold of the doorknob. "If there isn't anything in the closet, do you promise to go back to bed?"
Mikey nodded. So, with great suspense, Jeff took a deep breath, his grip tightening. Mikey waited in anticipation, the same mortified look on his face from the chainsaw house. Then... Jeff flung the door open.
It was just a closet after all. There were only clothes on hangers, as well as a few colorful boxes and a pair of red and black striped socks on the floor. Mikey buried his face in the back of Jeff's thigh, before letting out a small peek.
"See? Nothing at all." Jeff fit himself into the small nook of the closet, hands on either side. He craned his head underneath the closet shelf, grinning. "Go back to bed now."
"But I heard something!" Mikey whined, as Jeff tucked him in once more.
"You were probably just hearing... fairies!" Jeff immediately thought up.
"Fairies?"
"Yeah!" Jeff pulled on a serious look. "They visit good little kids, and protect them from all the bad monsters at night. But if you're still scared, I can do what my mom did, and read you a story."
With glee, Mikey jumped out of bed, and grabbed a book from his bookshelf. Jeff studied the book, another factory version of 'The Ugly Duckling', trying to disguise a yawn. He himself was craving sleep, and desperately wanted to finish his soccer game. Mikey snuggled into his sheets enthusiastically, his ears ready to listen. Jeff opened the storybook, beginning the first sentence. He put much emphasis in his story telling, voicing out each individual character. Mikey couldn't help but giggle the loud, squeaky voice of the Mama Duck. Time passed, and with the closing sentence, Mikey was sound asleep. Jeff couldn't help but feel touched by the sight. He caressed Mikey's brown locks, his weary eyes looking down proudly.
---
The next morning, Jeff's girlfriend came home from work. She frowned at the sight of an abandoned beer bottle and an open TV screen, reminding herself to give Jeff a scolding the moment he woke up. Turning off the screen, she then walked up the stairs, and opened the door to Mikey's room. She couldn't help but forget her anger, as she saw both boys sleeping soundly in Mikey's bed.
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