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Charlie and Tommy held onto each other tightly as they walked through their best friend’s house. “Wil—Wilbur?” They called, their voices shaking and cracking as they tried their best to not ditch their friend and run back outside.
A quiet creaking sound to their right made them jump and they shone their flashlight on the thing that scared them.
“Just a rat, thank God,” Tommy mumbled as they went back to holding onto each other and calling for Wilbur.
“Wilbur, I swear, if you jump out and scare us I'm punching you in the face.” Charlie threatened as he and Tommy made their way into their friend’s kitchen. “Also, hurry up! We're gonna be late for Fragrance Man’s party!”
With the bottom floor clear, they made their way to the stairs. As they started walking up, Wilbur jumped out in front of them from beneath the stairs. “Boo!” He exclaimed cheerfully, making his friends jump and flail around.
Tommy grimaced as he wiped his now-slimy hands on Wilbur’s costume. “Ew, your slime shit is all over me,” his face showing that he's beyond disgusted by his friend’s weird-colored bodily fluids.
Charlie, as he promised, punched Wilbur in the face a few seconds later. “You had that coming, Wilbur. You know that I gunk when I'm scared.”
Wilbur just laughed as he and his friends made their way out of his house and down the street to their other friend’s house.
“On Halloween of all nights, you think it's a good idea to scare me. I don't know what's going through your head.”
Tommy let out a giggle and they all stopped, waiting for him to say whatever it is that’s funny to him. “That's the problem, nothing's going through his head because nothing’s there.”
They all burst into laughter and Charlie gave Tommy a high five. “Nice, dude! That was fucking awesome!” Tommy smiled and they continued chatting as they walked down the sidewalk.
A second later, an arm wrapped around Tommy’s throat and he was pulled into a chokehold. “What was that? Do I hear a chicken talking shit?”
Tommy started wriggling in Wilbur’s arms and when he was finally free, he was chasing him down the sidewalk.
With a quiet chuckle, Charlie kept his slow pace, hands in his pockets as he watched his friends goof around and call each other names.
“Losers,” a voice next to him said, laughing as they also watched Wilbur and Tommy’s antics.
Charlie flinched at the voice and chuckled when he realized that it was just Ted. “Yeah, they are losers, huh?” Charlie’s lips turned up into a smile.
They were his losers.