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“Techno, c’mon, I need my wingman. Sally’s going to be there and this is my chance!” Wilbur had been asking me for about a week now. All I wanted was a quiet night in the house, maybe scare a couple of orphans, and probably eat an entire bowl of candy. Wilbur, however, had a different idea.
“If you don’t come with me, I’ll cancel Miss Puffy’s offer to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating. You can babysit them both. But it is Halloween, so they will both want candy.
Do you really want to deal with two ten-year-olds on a sugar high?”
“Heh? Are you threatening me?” Wilbur pulled out his phone, clicking on Miss Puffy’s contact, ready to call her. “Okay, okay. I’ll go, but I am not dressing up.” Wilbur laughed and ran upstairs. You sighed deeply. You hoped that it would at least be quiet or that there would be a quiet area outside. You slumped back against the couch and turned the tv on.
Tommy wandered in and clambered up the couch to sit next to you. You handed him the remote, and he changed the channel to Disney. You pulled out your phone and opened the group chat to find Wilbur bragging to everyone that he managed to get you to join. You sighed and turned your phone off, you were definitely going to regret this.
You let Tommy lean against you as he watched one of his shows. You let him watch one episode before sending him off to his homework. He grumbled the whole way up the stairs, but you eventually got him into his room. You walked to your room hoping you didn’t have too much homework. You opened the door and was met with a mass of grey fur on your bed. You groaned loudly and went to check what it was. Wilbur sauntered in as you picked it up. He was smirking at you.
“Like it, Wolfy?”
“What the hell? What is this?” It was a heavy fur coat with wolf ears on top. You groaned again. You sat next to it and pet the fur. “A wolf? I already said I wouldn’t dress up.”
“It’s soft and will make a perfect kind of werewolf. I can’t actually tell you what the costume is but you can believe it’s a werewolf until I tell you what it is.” He hummed as he opened one of your drawers, “It’s the perfect costume for tomorrow trust me.”
“I said I didn’t want to dress up.”
“You’re going to want to listen to me. I know what I am doing and you won’t regret it,” He smirked at you as he pulled out ripped black jeans.
“You’ll need to look like a bad boy,” Wilbur laughed as he threw the jeans onto a chair before going over to your closet and rummaging through it. “I have a last-minute addition to your costume but you will fight me over it, so I’ll have to put it on right before we get into the party.”
He laughed as he pulled out a plain white sleeveless shirt he held it up to you, grinning. He threw it on top of the jeans on the chair and opened the small box that held all of your piercings. He pulled out different piercings, a black barbell septum, an eyebrow one, a nose ring, a smiley piercing, multiple earrings, and a lip piercing.
“Is this really necessary?”
“Yes! She’s gonna love this!”
“Who?”
“Ah, no one,” He had turned around to make eye contact with you. He left all of the piercings in a small pile on the top of your dresser.
“What the hell Wilbur?” He was opening a different box now.
“Hold on I’m not done,” He pulled several rings out of the box, all black and silver. Completely different from your normal gold. He held them up, and you noticed he had mostly picked ones that were shaped like skulls. He left them in a pile beside the piercings. “Do you still have that silver studded belt? Where are your boots?” He wasn’t waiting for an answer before jumping to the next thing. He already had his phone out texting someone. “Oh perfect! Dream has chains you can borrow. Where is that belt?”
“Behind the door. Why do you need chains?”
“Because I only bought one and you’ll get to see that tomorrow.” He was looking through the belts that were hung up. He grinned as he held up a long chain belt. He looked a bit more and found the studded belt at the back of the pile. “Perfect. Where are the combat boots?”
“In the closet, at the back against the wall.” He handed you both belts and went to look for them.
You stood up from the bed and placed them on top of the chair. “If you have such an elaborate costume planned for me, what are you going as?”
“A pirate because I heard Sally is going as a mermaid. ‘Accidentally’ matching outfits will be a perfect opener and I am hoping to ask her out.”
“How are they matching?” You looked up at him as he held up the boots. He wiggled his eyebrows, grinning.
“Didn’t pirates used to throw themselves into the waters over the sounds of mermaids voices? Yeah, my way of showing that I’m head over heels.” He was grinning at you.
“Is there a reason you have me going as a werewolf?”
“Yes.”
“Wanna elaborate?”
“Nope.” He placed the boots beside the chair and looked through his piles.
“Okay? I’m hoping there isn’t going to be some lady werewolf that I’m randomly going to get pushed into,” You stared at him with a blank expression. He made eye contact with you and grinned.
“No lady werewolves and no pushing.” He made an ‘oh’ noise and walked to your rack of necklaces, picking out a longer one with multiple dog tags. It jangled when it was moved and Wilbur held it out to you. You took it and inspected it. There was a tag for each of you, Tommy, Wilbur, Philza, and you. You remembered having them engraved at the zoo many years ago. You wanted to curse your younger self for making such a silly purchase. He grinned as you held it out to him. He took it and added it to the jewelry pile.
“Do you think you’ll need bracelets?”
You were definitely going to regret agreeing to this.
You were startled from your intense SkyWars match by a plastic sword pressed to your neck and Tommy dressed as a jar of peanut butter. “Get up. I want candy,” Tommy demanded.
“Why are you peanut butter? There had to have been better costumes at Spirit Halloween.”
Wilbur was handing Tommy a mini KitKat bar. Tommy gave him a look, “We agreed to more than one candy for getting him off of his computer. And, I am peanut butter because Ranboo is the jelly. We have matching costumes.”
Wilbur pulled out more candy for Tommy, “Tubbo’s going to be a hot dog.”
“We are all going to match, like the three musketeers but better!” He was laughing maniacally, he took your hand and shoved his candy wrappers into your it before running off.
You got up from the gaming chair and threw the handful of wrappers into your trashcan.
“How does a hot dog match peanut butter and jelly?”
“Don’t question it, Tubbo insisted they went together perfectly.”
“He’s a menace, how much candy has he already had?”
“That’s the first he’s had. Dadza’s not let him have any so far.” He held up the shirt and the jeans, “you should start getting ready, we have about 2 hours before the party starts and we are doing a carpool.”
You took the outfit from his hands and looked at it. “What do I get out of this again?”
“You’ll see.” With that he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Through the door, you could hear Dadza calling Tommy a ‘little shit’ and asking where he got candy from.
Strangely, you were almost excited to go to the party. You didn’t know whether it would be because of a change of scenery, the fact that you were actually going to a party, or that it was Halloween. In fact, you almost didn’t mind the costume. You would have greatly preferred getting to pick your own, and you definitely wouldn’t be showing up looking like a furry, but hey you could probably take the jacket off as soon as Wilbur turned away anyways. If you packed a leather jacket with you, you could say you were a greaser. You’d much rather prefer explaining what a greaser was than have to explain why you were a werewolf.
If you gelled your hair back a little, you’d be able to pull it off completely. You looked through your closet and pulled out one of your leather jackets. You took it, the fur coat, and the outfit into the bathroom and got dressed.
The fur coat was softer than you’d care to admit, but you’d never be caught dead dressing up as a furry. You put the leather jacket on over the outfit, and perfect. It would completely work as a greaser outfit. You heard the hinges on your bedroom door squeak as someone walked in. You took the jacket off and hung it behind the door. A knock sounded on the bathroom door. You huffed and opened it. You’d half expected Tommy, but it was Wilbur standing there.
“You forgot your jewelry,” he said handing you some piercings, you took them, rolled your eyes, and turned to the mirror to replace what you were wearing.
“Go worry about your own costume. You don’t look like a pirate, you look like a heathen.” He was only wearing pants and socks. “Why are you worrying about me when you aren’t even wearing a shirt?”
He hummed, “Schlatt and Tubbo will be here in 10 minutes.”
“Okay, then why are you here? Go get ready.”
“Because I could hear your evil little plotting from my room.” He raised his eyebrow, meeting your eyes. You shrugged.
“I’m not plotting anything.” He hummed and walked out of your room.
You don’t remember seeing any greasers with piercings, but you could say you were a modern-day greaser. You sighed, you were really pulling at strings. You really didn’t know if you regretted agreeing or you were excited to go.
You finished putting the piercings in and had started to gel your long hair back when you heard the doorbell ring followed immediately by Tommy yelling. You heard Schlatt’s heavy footsteps climbing the stairs as Tommy and Tubbo’s voices echoed around the house. You figured he would go into Wilbur’s room, but you watched him enter your room from the open bathroom door. He sat on your bed and pulled his phone out.
“How embarrassing, you’re actually dressing up.”
“And you aren’t?” He was wearing that obnoxious Obama family sweater.
“Nope,” he popped the p. “I’m not trying to seduce a mermaid.” He grinned at you and you both laughed.
“Not a mermaid, but you will be seducing a demon girl.” Wilbur waltzed in through the open door, a headband with curling horns in hand. He fixed it on Schlatts head even with the man wiggling and fighting to get out of his grasp.
“Why the fuck are you playing Halloween matchmaker? You could have made sure the actual couples were matching, but nooo you’re making us dress up. What even is Techno?”
“A furry,” you said not even batting an eye as Schlatt’s head whipped to you.
“HA!”
“So are you, look at those horns.”
“Oh.” Wilbur laughed at you both as he walked out of the room to finish putting on his own costume. Schlatt knocked the horns off of his head.
“I have a second leather jacket if you wanna be a greaser with me,” You grabbed the jacket from behind the door.
“I don’t want to be a furry.”
“Neither do I, that’s why I’m going as a greaser. I just need help hiding the jacket from Wilbur.” You looked through your closet for the second jacket. “A greaser was a style from like the 1950s. Ever watched the movie Grease?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, like that.”
“It’s better than the fucking Goatman.” You hummed as you pulled the jacket out of your closet.
You took the hanger off of it and threw it onto your bed, next to him.
“There’s gel in the bathroom.”
“No thanks, my hair is perfect. I’m only going for the drinks anyways. I don’t need to actually dress up. But you, you’re really going all out aren’t you?”
“Wilbur got all of this ready for me. I was threatened into going. He said if I wasn’t going to be his wingman, he would make me babysit Tommy and take him trick-or-treating.” You sat down on your gaming chair and swiveled it around to face him as you put your rings on.
“He told me that I was going to be his wingman. Some ridiculous thing about pirates being in love with Sally.”
“What do you think he’s playing at?”
“He is playing matchmaker. Who’s he matched with you?”
“He mentioned a girl yesterday, but not by name.” Dadza’s voice echoed from the kitchen. It sounded like he had caught Tommy and Tubbo raiding the candy stash.
You finished adjusting the rings on your hands as Schlatt asked, “How do a hot dog and peanut butter match?”
“You’re asking the wrong person. I heard Ranboo’s dressed as a jar of jelly.”
“I asked Tubbo if he wanted to get a slice of bread as his costume because that would at least match, but no. He insisted that the hot dog costume matched.”
“I’m surprised he managed to convince Tommy to be peanut butter.”
“Tubbo probably bribed him, you know how he is with candy.” You were about to answer but Wilbur walked in and threw his pirate jacket onto your bed, interrupting you. He was finally wearing most of his costume.
“Did Tommy leave my sword in here?” You motioned towards your desk where it had been left on your keyboard. He picked it up, sheathing it beneath a few plastic knives he was wearing at his side. “Love the jacket. Put your horns back on.”
“No.”
Wilbur picked up the belts that were still hanging on your other chair, “Stand up.”
“I can put my own belt on.”
“Stand up.” You sighed deeply and listened to him. He fixed the studded belt through your pant loops. Over Wilbur’s head, you made eye contact with Schlatt who just started laughing at you. He clipped the chain belt on a belt loop and let it hand at your side. “Schlatt put your horns on. Techno put the tags on.”
You picked up the dog tags and pulled them over your head. Schlatt didn’t even acknowledge Wilbur, he just kept scrolling through his phone. He picked the headband up and fixed them on Schlatt’s head. “Keep them on.” He turned to face the mirror. He smiled at his reflection pulling the long pirate jacket over his shoulders, “I’m going to catch a mermaid.”
“You sound like a fisherman. Where’s your net?” Schlatt was messing with horns again.
“Argg, I’m gonna steal yer treasure, Matey!” Wilbur grinned down at Schlatt as he fixed his horns on his head again.
“I’m embarrassed for you.”
Wilbur ignored him and picked up the fur coat. “Come on boys. We need to pick Dream, George, Sapnap, and Karl up. Miss Puffy was nice enough to babysit the menaces for the night, so let’s not be late.” You picked up the leather jacket and followed him downstairs Schlatt walked down behind you and you noticed he still had the horns on. Wilbur had left the fur coat on top of the couch, so you hid the leather jacket inside of it and picked them up.
“Tommy! Tubbo! We are leaving,” Wilbur yelled. Mumza and Dadza walked out of their shared study to say their goodbyes, reminding you to keep Wilbur out of trouble, and telling Tommy to behave. Tommy just laughed.
Mumza and Dadza were heading to their own Halloween party and had been happy to hear that Miss Puffy was so willing to take Tommy around town. If you were being honest, when they had told you where they were going, it sounded like their party was going to be way more intense than the house party you were headed to.
Wilbur picked his car keys up and swung them around his finger as he looked over each of you making sure everything was in place. He smiled when he saw it was and walked towards the garage.
“Shotgun!” Tommy yelled pushing past Schlatt for the passenger seat. Schlatt just rolled his eyes and got into the back seat with you. Tubbo sat in the window seat so he could get out at his stop. The car ride was only about 5 minutes, but it felt like forever. Tommy insisted on playing the Monster Mash and sang off-key the whole ride. Tubbo already had candy in the bottom of his candy bag. He offered you some and you took a mini snickers bar. You’d always thought Tubbo was the calm one out of the two, but when he joined Tommy in the off-key singing of the Monster Mash, you were glad you had chosen a party instead of having to deal with two ten-year-olds having a sugar rush.
When the car pulled into Miss Puffy’s driveway, Tubbo and Tommy happily jumped out of the car and you got out behind Tubbo, thankful for a break from the song. You hoped they wouldn’t play it at the party, but you knew they probably would. How many Halloween songs could they play without playing it at least once?
You followed the group inside where you were met with a mess of costumes. Dream was dressed in all black and you figured he was an assassin. You weren’t sure how Sapnap had been let away with buying his costume, but it was an affront to every god. It was a blow-up alien, which was at least a foot taller than him, abducting a human. Karl was wearing a bat onesie with wings. And George looked like the mushroom king. He was covered in glittering jewelry with a massive mushroom cap on his head.
You felt quite a bit better in your werewolf jacket when you saw their costumes. At least you looked decently lowkey. That was until Dream noticed you, and your lack of jacket.
“I have the chains you wanted right here, Wilbur.” Dream just met your eyes and grinned at you. Wilbur smiled and looked through them picking up some and clipping more to your belt loops. He took a few and wrapped them around your wrists, letting the end of the chain dangle down.
“You’ll look perfect when you put the jacket on,” Wilbur smiled at you and you gave him a weak smile back. Ranboo ran out of the kitchen to greet Tommy and Tubbo. He really was dressed as a jar of jelly.
“I thought you said you had matching outfits? Tubbo does not match,” Sapnap had been the one to ask and he looked like he immediately regretted ever asking when both Tommy and Tubbo jumped to defend their matching costumes. You heard snippets of “three musketeers wish they were us,” and “look at your own costume alien boy.” You laughed softly and walked into the kitchen to find and thank Miss Puffy. You found her wearing a pink unicorn onesie.
Because you had walked away, you missed seeing what Dream handed to Wilbur. You only heard Schlatt’s loud laugh, but you brushed it off. You thanked her and you agreed to babysit Ranboo in return. At least Ranboo was quiet.
You and Miss Puffy walked back into the living room just in time to hear Ranboo threatening to eat Sapnap’s future children. You instantly regretted your decision. Miss Puffy laughed at her son and ushered everyone out of the house, luring Tommy back in with candy when he tried to leave with you.
You all piled into the car. Sapnap and Karl took the very back seats, Dream got into the driver’s seat, and Schlatt claimed the passenger seat. He was still wearing his horns. You guessed he forgot they were there. Strangely, they suited him. You got into the window seat next to Wilbur, but George ushered you into the middle seat and sat in the window seat. He smiled at you and took his mushroom hat off. You were squished between Wilbur and the god damn mushroom king. This was going to be a fun thirty-minute drive.
Most of the drive was spent with conversations happening around you, and you on your phone. You were going through Instagram, looking at your classmate’s costumes, when George interrupted you.
“So Techno, what are you?”
“He’s the Big Bad Wolf. Techno put your jacket on.” Sapnap held it up from the backseat, where you had thrown it earlier.
George took it from him, “Wow, this is quite heavy. Oh, and soft.” He was petting the jacket awfully close to the leather jacket inside. “Oh, it’s nice and silky inside too,” he opened it and the leather jacket fell out. Wilbur turned to give you a look. You didn’t meet his eyes, just looked straight over him to Dream’s arm. Wilbur took the leather jacket and threw it behind you, it landed on Karl, who yelped in surprise.
“Put it on, I want to see it.” George was practically putting it on you himself, pulling one of your arms through the coat. Wilbur helped by putting your other arm through the coat. He pulled the hood up and showed George the little ears.
“I could’ve put it on myself,” you said gruffly.
“I knew you were plotting earlier. What were you planning to do with a leather jacket?”
“A greaser.”
“That would have looked cool, but too bad you are the Big Bad Wolf.” He grinned at you.
“Oh, you are so soft!” George pulled your arm and just kept petting at the coat. You sighed loudly and you dropped your head slightly.
“Hmm, your costume is missing something,” Wilbur looked concerned.
“How? You put it all together.”
“Oh don’t worry Techno, I have the last piece with me,” Wilbur’s grin looked downright evil, and Dream laughed from the driver’s seat. You definitely regretted not staying with Miss Puffy and helping her babysit the three boys.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Sapnap announcing that he was deflating. You pushed the hood down off of your head. It was so stuffy in the car. At least the ride was almost over.
As soon as the car stopped, Dream hoped out of the driver’s seat. George sat and stretched, picking his hat up and fixing it on his head. He pulled out his phone to use the camera to help him fix it on perfectly. Dream leaned against the door, so you turned to Wilbur, hoping he would be getting out quicker than George. You met his eyes, and you blinked a couple of times as he got closer to you.
“I have one more thing for your costume!” He said. His grin mirrored the Cheshire Cat. In the back seat, Sapnap and Karl were looking for where they had left the air pump to fix Sapnap’s depleted alien. George was still fixing his costume, and Dream was still leaning against the door. From the passenger seat, Schlatt laughed. Wilbur had something in his hands, but as soon as you tried to look down at it, you felt Sapnap’s hands on the back of your head, holding it in place. Your hands immediately reached up to grab at Sapnap, but Karl grabbed one hand and George the other. You felt something cold wrap around your neck and latch into place. Wilbur leaned back, away from you, and held up a key. Karl and George let go of your hands and they immediately flew to your neck. It felt like a thick strip of leather.
Dream opened the door and helped George get out of the car. He adjusted the mushroom cap slightly before George turned to you and held out his phone. The camera was still on so you looked at what was around our neck. It was a thick leather collar with a chain leash hanging from it.
“What the actual fuck?” Your hands were immediately searching for the latch to take it off.
“Oh, that’s not the best part.” Wilbur held up the key you had seen earlier as your hands found a lock keeping the leather on. You reached out to grab the keys, but Wilbur was quicker than you were. “I’ll take it off you at the end of the night if you keep the jacket on.” Behind you, Sapnap flipped the hood up. You quickly got out of the car, handing George his phone back, and attempted to pry it off. Schlatt got out of the car laughing at you. Wilbur got out of the car and lowered one of the seats so Sapnap and Karl could get out and rescue the deflated alien.
“Remember you are the Big Bad Wolf Techno. Little Red Riding hood is waiting.” Wilbur laughed as he pushed you towards the house.
The collar was tight enough that you couldn’t get your fingers down it, but you could still move your head, breathe, and talk without constraint. What the actual fuck?
In front of you, the house was alive with lights and noise. You could almost smell the alcohol from where you stood. Through the window, you could see dancing bodies as the lights changed colors. There were a few small bottles littered on the ground in the front already. You looked around trying to see if there was a way to escape when Dream wrapped an arm around you and George grabbed onto your arm, cuddling into the coat. Both walked to the front door, dragging you with them. They opened the door and pulled you inside with them. They deposited you at the drink bar as both started mixing something for themselves. Before he walked away, Dream grabbed the bottom of the leash.
“Too bad he didn’t listen to me, shirtless wolf boy Techno would have been hilarious,” he laughed and let go of the leash. He took George’s hand and led him out onto the dance floor. You sighed and turned to the bar, you would need a drink if you were going to get through the night. You looked through the options spread out in front of you and grinned as you began to mix yourself a dark and stormy. You switched out the ginger beer for normal beer and lime juice for lemon juice, but you still had the rum to drown out the flavor of the lemon.
Wilbur sauntered up to you, grinning like a mad man. He reached out to take the end of the leash but you quickly pulled it away from him, holding it as far away from him as possible. He just wiggled his eyebrows at you, not attempting to take it from you. He took a couple of beers and a whiskey bottle from the bar before turning and walking away. You watched him walk over to the wall before heading towards the couches. You pushed off of where you were leaning against the bar and headed for the wall. You found Schlatt leaning against it with a half-drunk beer and a whiskey. He was still wearing his horns.
He reached out and grabbed the end of the leash, pulling you to the wall, “C’mere Wolfy.”
“I have a feeling I won’t be living this down anytime soon.”
“Nope but, hey, at least you won’t be the only furry,” he motioned towards Fundy who was wearing fox ears and a tail and then to HBomb who was dressed as a cat maid. You tugged the leash out of his hands as he took a swig from his beer.
“I don’t want to be put in the same group as people who willingly came as furries.”
He nudged you and pointed over to the couches, Wilbur and Sally were sitting next to each other talking. You weren’t sure how they could hear each other, they were sitting a few feet away from one of the speakers. “Would you look at that, he caught a mermaid.”
“I hope he makes a fool of himself,” you took a sip of your drink as Schlatt laughed.
He handed you his now empty beer bottle, “Have you seen a demon? I’ve only seen an angel and no offense to Nikki, but I’m not into angels.” You hummed along with the song as you looked over the crowd of people. Your eyes landed on a large pair of black horns. You couldn’t see who was wearing them, but you motioned towards them. Schlatt grinned as he pushed off of the wall. He straightened his sweater out and took a swig from the whiskey bottle. “I think I’ll make a deal with the devil tonight.” He snickered to himself as he began to push through the crowd.
You downed the rest of your drink and went back over to the bar. You hummed, wondering what to make for yourself. There weren’t many options, a lot of beer, and it looked like a few people had riffled through their parent’s stash. There were some wine bottles, rum, and vodka. You settled with some wine. You were about to pour some when you felt a small hand on your back. You turned to find Nikki petting your coat. She giggled softly.
“I never thought I’d see you here Tehnoblade,” She left the coat alone to pour herself some raspberry wine. She actually was dressed as an angel, with fluffy white wings and a matching halo. Her whole outfit was white with golden accessories. You finished pouring your wine and took a sip. She finished pouring her wine and turned to look at what you were wearing. She giggled again and reached out to take hold of the leash. You sighed seeing it in her hands, you’d almost forgotten it was there.
“Wilbur?”
“Yeah, he threatened me, said he needed a wingman.”
“Did he?”
“No, he caught the mermaid just fine.”
She laughed and adjusted her halo as Schlatt walked over.
“Wilbur said there would be a demon here for me. The only demon here is BadBoyHalo and like hell am I spending my night getting languaged.” He grabbed another beer and headed back to his wall where he slipped down it and just sat on the floor, drinking. He was still wearing the horns. Both you and Nikki started laughing.
“Minx is upstairs. They have a Cards Against Humanity game set up. She’s dressed as a demon.”
“Should we tell him?”
“He will figure it out,” She finished what was in her cup before speaking again. “Little Red Riding hood is outside by the pool right now.”
“Who?”
“She matched you, Mr. Big Bad Wolf.”
“That’s embarrassing.”
“She doesn’t know she has a matching costume.”
“Who is she?”
“Hmm, go and look.” You sighed and finished your drink. Callahan came up and took Nikki’s hand, she said her goodbyes and let him lead her away. He was wearing a Captain America suit, figures.
You stayed inside for a while longer, just drinking and chatting to anyone who walked up. You had entirely forgotten what was around your neck. Schlatt came up to you to invite you upstairs to join the game and to grab another beer. You declined and he walked upstairs with his horns on. He was definitely going to be made fun of.
You were leaning against the wall next to the bar watching the people when the Monster Mash came on, and you were instantly reminded of Tommy in the car. You groaned and grabbed the bottle of rum, you placed it into the coat pocket, and headed outside.
You hadn’t realized how hot and sweaty it was inside until you opened the patio door and the cool breeze hit you. There were quite a few people milling about in the yard. There was a big crowd playing a game in the corner. Sapnap and his alien were sitting on the grass with Karl and Quackity, and Dream, George, Ponk, and Sam were playing beer pong.
Ponk noticed you first, “Techno! Y/N is over by the fence.” He pointed over to the group of people. Dream cheered as the ball landed in one of the cups. George’s mushroom cap and cape were on a chair near him. Sam was dressed in nearly full camo, militia of some sort. Ponk was fully in red, but you couldn’t quite tell what he was wearing.
“Y/N is here?” George started whispering to Dream and they both started laughing. Sam picked up the cup that the ball had landed in and threw it straight into one on Dream’s side before downing the beer. You didn’t think they would answer you so you headed in the direction of the group. Even as you approached the group, you still couldn’t tell what they were playing.
Punz was standing the closest to you when you had approached, so you put your hand on his shoulder to get his attention. “Have you seen Y/N?”
“Technoblade? I didn’t think I’d see you here.”
“I didn’t think I’d be here. Have you seen Y/N?”
“She was here earlier. She went to get a drink and never came back.”
“Thank you.” The group erupted into cheers so you turned and headed back towards the house. As soon as you opened the patio door, you were hit with the heat coming from inside. You left the door open and headed straight for the stairs. You’d be able to see everyone’s face from a height, and she might be upstairs playing Cards Against Humanity.
As you passed the bar, you noticed a red-caped figure leaning against it. How did you manage to find Little Red Riding Hood before Y/N? You sighed and made it to the stairs, looking out over the people. There were still a lot of bodies on the dance floor. Wilbur and Sally were gone from the couch, replaced by Fundy passed out on HBomb’s lap. You winced, he would not be happy when he woke up.
You hadn’t bothered to ask Y/N what she was going to be as you hadn’t thought you’d be seeing her. You sighed and started walking up the stairs.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the Big Bad Wolf.” You stopped and turned to find Y/N in a red cloak. Oh. She was dressed as a bloody Red Riding Hood. “What? That’s you Techno?”
“Y/N” She laughed.
“Why are you dressed as a wolf?”
“I was threatened.” She reached out and took the leash.
“I forgot that was there.” She giggled and walked you to the bar. She handed you two cups and took a whole whiskey bottle. She was still holding the leash, so you just followed her outside.
She stopped to watch Quackity attempt to pump air back into Sapnap’s deflated alien as he just laid on the ground, engulfed by the costume. Karl was standing behind them holding his phone up and laughing at them.
Y/N giggled softly, shaking her head at them. She turned away and looked over the garden before settling on the fence on the opposite side of the big group. She led you there and sat down on the grass, leaning against the wood of the fence.
You lightly tugged on the leash and she burst out laughing as you smiled. She let it go and took the plastic cups from you. She poured some whiskey into each cup and you took your’s, settling into the wood beside her. Your arm bumped the glass in your pocket, you smirked pulling the bottle of rum out, and settled it beside the whiskey.
“So, what are you doing here?”
“It was either come or babysit Tommy and Tubbo. From what I saw in the car, this was the better deal.” She hummed sipping on her drink. “Why’d you choose that costume?”
“Actually, Wilbur was the one who suggested it.” You raised your eyebrows at her and took a sip of the whiskey. “He sent me multiple listings for different costumes, and he was at the Halloween store when I went to buy an outfit. He insisted on this one.”
“Interesting. Sounds planned.” She giggled.
“He’s been playing matchmaker for days. He spent almost the entire econ class grilling Minx on what she would be wearing. Called her a basic bitch when she finally told him.” You both laughed.
“He only managed to get Schlatt a pair of horns to match her. Did you see them?”
“They suited him, but he didn’t even seem to notice he was wearing them until Minx complimented them,” She finished her drink and poured some rum into the cup.
“Hold on,” your face went red as you realized what she had said. It had been said multiple times but you never bothered to pay attention. “Wilbur’s been playing matchmaker?”
“Yeah?”
“He picked out your outfit, and he forced me into this one.” She looked confused for a few seconds before her eyes widened. You coughed and looked up at the sky. She started laughing.
“He’s matched us together then?”
“Seems most people here have, the number of people that have told me that I need to go and find Little Red Riding Hood tonight, is suspicious.”
“Hmm, I’ve been told that I need to go and find the Big Bad Wolf by a couple of people,” she sipped her drink. “Mostly Schlatt, he never mentioned who was wearing the costume though.”
“He wasn’t in on it earlier, so someone here must have told him.”
“Minx probably.” You hummed in agreement. She shivered and wrapped the cape tighter around her body. “They don’t make these costumes element proof do they?” You took the coat off and wrapped it around her. You hoped Wilbur didn’t mind and would still take the collar off. She smiled and cuddled up to you. She made sure both of you were somewhat under the coat.
“What’s with the collar and leash?” She pulled on it slightly and your head jerked.
“I was attacked and as soon as I’m free, there will be blood.” She laughed and patted around the collar, you guessed she was trying to find the latch. You felt her move the metal of the lock, and she leaned back to look you in the eyes. She raised an eyebrow.
“Who’s was this?”
“Wilbur put it on and he had the key, but they all helped. George and Dream blocked my exit and Sapnap held my head still. I know Wilbur didn’t have it when we got in the car because Tommy called shotgun and he was going through Wilbur’s pockets and bags looking for candy. You know he would have pulled it out and asked about it if he had seen it.” She hummed.
“Dream seems like the kinda guy who knows where to buy one of these.” You both laughed. She cuddled in closer to you, and you wrapped your arm around her. You listened to the party around you. The group in the corner cheered again. You looked over to where you had seen the beer pong table, only to catch a flash of light. You flicked off whoever had just taken the picture, only to feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You adjusted her slightly to pull it out. George had sent a picture of you and her cuddling to the group chat. You sighed and she giggled.
“Send it to me.” You laughed but did as she asked.
“Wanna ditch? Mumza and Dadza are at some party, so we’ll have the place to ourselves.” She smiled up at you and nodded.
“Let’s take these though,” she held up both bottles, grinning. You nodded grinning at her.
“I’ll call us an Uber.” She hummed and got up, taking the coat with her.
“I’ll tell the girls I’m leaving. See you in the front in 10 minutes?”
“Okay,” You smiled softly to yourself as she walked towards the house. You finished ordering the Uber and looked up to find George looking at you with a single eyebrow raised. You got up, picked up both bottles, and walked past him, ignoring all comments and questions. When Dream joined him in questioning you, you just walked faster.
You walked inside the house, closing the patio door behind you. You’d forgotten how stuffy it was inside the house. Beast was playing at max volume through the speakers and you wondered how there were people dancing right under the speakers. Someone had turned the volume up since you had last been inside and it was nearly unbearable. You wondered how the neighbors hadn’t filed a noise complaint yet.
You pushed past all of the dancing bodies and headed for the front door, bottles still in hand. You opened the front door and walked out onto the front yard. You leaned against the garage door and waited for her. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and sent a text to your group chat, letting them know that you would be heading home. A few of them answered with some very suggestive emojis, but you chose not to answer them and was about to put your phone away when it lit up with a message from Y/N asking you to help her upstairs.
You were immediately off of the wall and opening the front door, you ignored the music and headed straight upstairs. The second door on your right was open and you could hear people yelling from inside, even over the music. You walked inside and looked around. There were people sitting on the ground holding cards. Their game of Cards Against Humanity was still going. On the bed behind the group was Schlatt, he was passed out and slightly drooling. He was hearing horns, but not the ones he had been when you had last seen him. Y/N was trying to shake him awake, but he only answered with a loud snore. You stepped over one of the people in order to get to them both. She motioned to him and you shrugged. You held out the bottles you had and threw him over your shoulder.
“Damn.” You looked over to see who had spoken to find Minx in Schlatt’s horns, you guessed they had switched. The person you had stepped over before moved out of the way so you could carry him out you thanked them and carried him down the hall. You heard a phone clicking but you chose to ignore whoever had taken the picture. It would be more embarrassing for him than it would be for you, and frankly, he had to be carried out of a party like the drunk mess he was so he deserved the embarrassment on Monday.
Y/N followed closely behind you, it was nice of her to care about him, but you hoped that he didn’t wake up and throw up on you. She held his head as you walked down the stairs so he wouldn’t be jostled too much. She opened the front door for you and both walked out. The Uber was waiting there for you, so she opened the passenger seat and you dumped the unconscious body into the seat, buckling him in. You smiled weakly at the driver and he gave you a questioning look. You closed the door and got into the back seat beside Y/N. She had hidden the bottles in the pocket of the fur coat, and you could only see the outline of them. You were glad that they were hidden, as the Uber driver started lecturing the two of you on the dangers of underage drinking. Y/N did her best to suppress giggles.
You tuned the driver out and turned to her, “so what do you want to do when we get home?”
“Get the drunk into a bed and then maybe watch a movie?”
“What movie?”
“Hmm, maybe not a slasher, it’s a bit late to be waking your neighbors up with screaming from a movie,” she giggled and took your hand in hers. You hummed and rubbed your thumb across the back of her hand.
“How about the Corpse Bride?”
“Oh, cute!” The driver had gotten the memo and had stopped his lecture. Schlatt loudly snored from the front seat. “Will your parents be fine with me coming over?”
“They won’t mind, I’m pretty sure they are expecting to see Sally in the morning, so they’ll be fine with you.”
“Okay good,” She squeezed your hand. “And how about Floof, think he’ll like me?”
“He will love you, trust me.” She giggled softly and leaned her head on your shoulder. The Uber turned down your street and stopped in your driveway. You both thanked the driver and got out. You handed her your house keys, and picked Schlatt up, throwing him over your shoulder again. She shut the car door for you and walked ahead of you so she could open the front door. She shut the door behind you and fumbled to find the lights.
“The movies are under the tv in the cabinet to the left. I need to go drop him off in Wilbur’s bed.” She laughed and went to go look through the movies. You walked up the stairs, trying not to jostle him too much. You kicked Wilbur’s door open and laid him in the bed. You didn’t bother taking his horns off, he could do it himself when he woke up, or he would knock them off in his sleep. You, however, couldn’t be bothered.
You walked back down the stairs to find that Y/N had found the movie and had put it into the DVR already. She had the two bottles on the table.
“Do you want popcorn?”
“Sure, a water as well please.” You nodded and walked into the kitchen. You grabbed a bag of popcorn and put it in the microwave. You grabbed two water bottles and you started looking for the candy bowl. You found it on top of the fridge, out of Tommy and Tubbo’s reach. You smiled at the thought of them attempting to get it down as you walked what you were holding out to her.
You handed her a water bottle and left yours and the bowl on the table next to the alcohol. You opened the ottoman and pulled out the largest blanket you had, handing it to her.
“You can play it, I’ll be back in a minute.” She took the coat and her cape offend cuddled under the blanket. The microwave dinged so you went to grab the popcorn.
“Could you get me two needles, please?”
“What do you need them for?”
“I can pick the lock.”
“What lock?”
She giggled, “your collar.” You went red, you’d forgotten it was there again. You went to the study and looked through Mumza’s top drawer. You couldn’t find it so you went to Dadza’s desk.
It was in his top drawer so you opened it and took out the two needles you needed. You walked back out and handed them to Y/N.
She had you sit on the floor in front of you and she moved your hair to the front. It didn’t take long for you to feel the lock come undone and for her to pull the collar away from your skin. Your hands immediately rubbed at your neck.
“That feels so much better, thank you.” She giggled and handed you the needles and the collar.
You took them and went back to the study, putting the needles away so that Tommy couldn’t get his hands on them. You already had revenge plans brewing so you hid the collar under the sewing kit in Dadza’s drawer.
When you returned, she wrapped the blanket around your shoulders and cuddled into your chest.
“Tomorrow, when we are both sober, we should probably have a talk,” she said moving her head to look up at you. You hummed in agreement and bent down a little bit to press a soft kiss against her cheek. She giggled and hid her face in your chest. You smiled softly at her. She handed you some candy and you took it, wrapping your arms around her.
You fell asleep holding her close to you before the movie even ended.
You woke up to someone shifting around in your arms. You opened your eyes and found Y/N still wrapped up in the blanket next to you. You smiled softly and pressed a kiss against her temple. She opened her eyes and smiled at you.
“Ew.” You groaned and sat up, making eye contact with Tommy. “You like porridge?”
“What?”
“You a big porridge fan?”
You chose to ignore his weird question, “how was trick or treating?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know bitch. You just want my candy.”
“Bruhhh.”
Y/N sat up next to you and smiled at Tommy. “Ew, you were kissing,” he got up and have you both a look before yelling for Dadza.
“What time is it?”
You pulled your phone out, “11:30 A.M.”
“Damn.”
You got off of the couch and stretched. “I’ll grab you some clothes,” you started heading upstairs and she got up to follow you. You both made it halfway up the stairs when Wilbur appeared at the top of the stairs scowling down at you.
“I help you get with Y/N and this is how you repay me? Leaving Schlatt on my bed?” You grinned at him and pushed past him to get into your room. “He drooled on my pillow.”
“That sounds like a you problem.”
Finding clothing that fit her was hard, everything you owned was large on her, but you both eventually settled on an old shirt and sweatpants. She seemed embarrassed to go down and meet your parents without you, so she leaned on the wall and waited as you got changed. When you exited your room, she took your hand and you both went downstairs.
You could hear Schlatt and Wilbur arguing from the kitchen. Tommy was threatening someone with a fork and Dadza was trying to take the fork away from him. Mumza turned to you with a tired smile when you both entered.
“Hello, I’m Techno’s mom, you can call me Mumza!” She said motioning for Dadza to come over.
“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m Techno’s, um.”
“Girlfriend?” You eyed her to see her reaction but she smiled happily and nodded so you smiled back at her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
“Simp,” Schlatt said grinning at both of you.
“Says the guy still wearing Minx’s demon horns.”
“What?”