Chapter Text
*These events are not canon to the main story* *kind of a crack story*
It was a cold and dim Halloween night, the trick or treaters had all gone home by now, all that was left was a cold breeze, and the sky darkened by the second. The leaves on the sidewalk were blown by the wind, jack-o-lanterns still lit, and the few streetlights were the only thing illuminating the pitch black street.
Marcus was sitting on the couch watching TV, he was watching an old horror movie, not the greatest thing but hey, It was halloween and it was the only thing on at the time. He watched as trick or treaters came to the house, Zane passed out candy on the porch, he was rather friendly to everyone who came, even the teenagers who looked a bit..too old to be trick or treating.
It was around 11pm, the house was quiet besides the TV, Marc's eyes were beginning to get heavy. He rested his head on his hand on the arm of the couch. His eyes kept shutting on and off, but he remembered something and it shook him awake.
After Zane passed out candy, he said he was going to the store and he'd be back in a few minutes, that was at 7pm, it was almost midnight now. He didn't know if he just didn't hear him come in or something, but he never remembered Zane coming back. He tried not to think too much of it, maybe he got caught in traffic, it is Halloween he figured. But alas, his worry got the best of him, he got up and went searching.
He opened the door to the outside and he got hit with the cold night air, it was crisp, so crisp it almost hurt his face. He stepped out barefoot with nothing but a night shirt and shorts on, he stood out on the porch and called out for Zane.
“Hey? Zane? Are you home yet? Zane?” he said from the porch.
He stood there for a minute, hearing nothing. He stepped down and headed towards the backyard. Zanes' backyard had woods behind it, maybe he was doing something in there, starting a bonfire or some other nonsense.
Before he could get to the backyard, something from the house next door caught his eye. In the neighbors front yard was a tree. He couldn't really see in the dark but he could make out a silhouette of someone, half behind it half on sight.
Marc squinted his eyes and noticed in the dark that the person behind the tree had a clown costume on, I mean Zane could do better than that.
“Realllll scary, Zane, can you please come in? I'm tired and it's cold out!” Marc yelled to the person.
The person just stood there, menacingly.
“Hey, did you call my name? Sorry I was in the backyard, who are you talking to?” Zane came out from the side of the house, meeting Marc at the front of the porch.
Marc stood there for a second, looking at the person behind the tree, and Zane, person, then Zane. his eyes widened in fear.
Zane was confused. “What? What are you..oh” he said realizing.
The person exposed himself from behind the tree, also exposing a rather large industrial chainsaw he had behind the tree.
He revved the chainsaw, creating a loud chainsaw noise (idk what else to call it).
Marc took a few steps back, He looked at Zane, who looked at him, and then sprinted to the backyard. The man darted towards Marc and NOT Zane for some reason, and Marc had no other choice but to run straight down the street.
He jumped off the porch and ran as fast and he could on rough concrete and no shoes. The man was close behind him, the noise the saw made was deafening in his ears. He caught up to Marc and grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar, pulling him towards him.
Marc was hyperventilating, he was for sure gonna die, the clown was right next to his face, the man stood tall and broad, the chainsaw was held up to Marc's neck, he turned it on, and he ever so slowly came closer to his skin. Marc had no other option, but to close his eyes, and beg for mercy on his soul.
“PLEASE, I DON'T WANNA DIE, I'M TOO YOUNG, PLEASE LET ME GO, IM SORRY, LET ME GO, HELP, PLEASE”
The chainsaw was about an inch away when it suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes slowly, still shocked in fear. The clown man turned Marc around so he was facing him. He dropped the saw, and took the clown mask off and..
“ ...Zane?”
“Gotcha”
“But-but-you..how did you..but- huh??”
“I have a twin, silly"
“You have a twin?”
“Yeah, Wane, I never told you about him?”
“Oh..no you didn't, no wonder you looked shorter.."