did you like the fun?
Rick loved trick or treating. When he was a kid, Halloween was his favorite holiday. He never did figure out why all the kids laughed at his costumes, though. Sure, they were a little bit girly but it's not like HE was a girl!
This year, though, he wasn't going trick or treating. No, they, along with the rest of the housemates (save for Petyr, of course), were going to a party. Rick had hardly slept all week in anticipation. Maybe he'd meet a hot chick there.
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Neil had been the same thing for Halloween every year. They took the same old cut up sheet, draped it over their head, and sadly moped around the neighborhood. They always fed their candy to the cats who they liked to talk to when their parents were out at a party or something.
When they grew out of the first sheet, at age 8, they cried. They were an unusually tall child, something that his classmates liked to bully them about. That and their dour demeanor, grim smell, and thick glasses.
This year, Neil didn't even have to cut a hole in their sheets; they already had plenty. They smiled and draped it over their head. They were party ready.
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Vyvyan hated Halloween. Always had, always would. When he was 5 years old, he asked his mother why he couldn't go out with the other girls. She told him that costumes were for poofs and that he should just stay home and smoke a cigarette with her. He had huffed his way off to his 'room', which was really just a den of blankets and newspaper clippings.
Unlike the other housemates, Vyv had actually had lots of friends growing up. The trouble is, they weren't anything like him. They were girly and preppy and cheerful and just so bloody pretty. And he was, well, Vyvyan. In high school, he snapped. He cut and dyed his hair, punched that snotty girl in the face, and called himself a boy.
And now here he was, 3 years after that, living with 3 people who didn't know he dressed up and was in costume every day, a caricature of a man.
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Mike smiled at himself in the mirror. He looked sharp, as usual. They weren't used to liking their reflection. That was rather recent.
Halloween was never a fun time of year for Michael. He spent it as he spent his other nights, watching movies and polishing his sunglasses. He didn't go out much, to the surprise of whoever would hear. He simply read and absorbed and watched and imitated. And it worked.
He was the most popular boy at the university, without ever having been to a proper party.
His armor gleamed in the slatted light coming through his window. He'd be who he needed to be. He'd save the others like he didn't save his brother. He'd be there for anyone and everyone who needed him, regardless of if they wanted it or not.