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Main Cast:

 

Thackery Binx: Silver Spoon
Emily Binx: Clover
Winifred Sanderson: Bow
Mary Sanderson: Dough
Sarah Sanderson: Apple
Max Dennison/Hollywood: Fan
Dani Dennison: Lightbulb
Allison: Marshmallow
Billy Butcherson: Tissues
Narrator: Cheesy

 

Minor Cast..

 

Jenny Dennison: Test Tube
Dave Dennison/Dadcula: Paintbrush
Random bus driver: Trophy
Jay: Knife
Ernie/Ice: Pickle
Miss Olin: Tea Kettle
Police Officers: Spikey Mervert & Jack
Officer’s Girlfriend: Teddy Bear [CRACKSHIP BTW]
Elijah Binx: Blueberry
Father Binx: OJ
Mother Goosey: Candle

Chapter Text

Your average 16-year-old boy; Silver Spoon was causally sleeping.

He stared out of the window, now half-awake.

He swore that he saw a witch outside the window scurrying across the bushes.

So he fully woke up this time.

It was until Silver Spoon realized that his sister, Clover was missing.

He leapt out of bed, hastily running; to go alert somebody.

“Hey!” He called out to his brother; Blueberry.

He was now on the front porch of his shared, dusty wooden house.

“What is it, dear brother?” Blueberry’s interest piqued.

“Have you seen sister, perchance?” Silver Spoon panted.

“No, sorry.” He shook his head.

The both of them then saw a cloud of purple smoke coming from somewhere far away.

“They conjure. Look!” Silver pointed.

He pointed at the chimney smoke; where they could see shapes of beasts and monsters take place.

Blueberry was scared shitless.

Silver Spoon started crawling towards the house.

“Silver!” Blueberry cried out.

But he followed him anyway.

~

They dashed there in record time.

The two boys reached for the window of the Sanderson’s house; peering in.

There was a cauldron; with 3 people standing around it.

It was the three siblings; Bow, Dough & Apple Sanderson.

Bow was the oldest sibling; and by far the most powerful.

She was once drop-dead gorgeous.

But then, a horrible corruption took place; but she is still vain.

She hates children for their youth and prettiness.

Dough, the middle child is morbidly obese and an absolute glutton.

He loves little children; he loves them because he loves to eat them; because he LOVES eating.

Dough’s sense of smell is non-surprisingly very keen; he can follow the scent of children like a bloodhound.

Apple, the youngest, is the idiot of the three.

She’s also.. surprisingly sexy?

Apple loves to torture things; small animals, children.. You name it.

Any and I mean, ANY suggestion of cruelty to others makes her screech in a fit of laughter.

While any fear of her own makes her scream in terror nonstop.

Apple’s a mess.

The boys watched as Bow read from the recipe.

“Oil of Boil.. and a dead man’s toe..” Bow started.

But was ultimately interrupted by Dough.

“I smell.. children.” Dough sniffed noisily.

Dough and Bow was now searching vigorously for children.

A ghostly, white form had suddenly appeared, licking up the darkness.

“Siblings! Our guest has arrived.” Bow cleared her throat.

The three started cackling manically.

Remember when Blueberry was scared shitless?

Silver Spoon was now too.

The boys were terrified, as the white form approached and became identifiable as a..

A little girl dressed in a long white nightgown.

“‘Tis our sister Clover!” Blueberry said in a whisper.

“Clover.. Clover!” Silver Spoon cried out in a whisper.

But Clover ultimately ignores them. Not like she could hear anyway.

“She is bewitched!” Blueberry cursed.

“Run to town. Fetch the elders.” Silver demanded

“But!-” Blueberry squeaked.

“Berry. Run like the wind.” Silver repeated.

Blueberry crawled away, then got to his feet and sprinted off down the hill toward the village.

Clover sat on a stool next to the bubbling cauldron.

Bow continued reading from her spell book.
“Finally when 'tis nearly done, Add a bit of thy own tongue...“ She read, biting her tongue and then spitting back into the cauldron.

It bubbled up, changing to a dark sickly purple color and giving off a menacing curl of vapor.

“'Tis ready for tasting.” Bow chanted.

Dough is about to take a taste, but Bow gives him a painful backhand; knocking him away from it.

She dipped a spoon into the potion, then held the steaming spoon out to Clover.

“One drop of this, and her life will be mine.” Bow giggled.

The witches cackle. The entranced little girl opens her mouth wide as Bow leans in with the spoon.

But suddenly the door to the house flew open, and Silver Spoon raced in.

“A boy!” Apple gasped.

Silver flung a stool at Bow; she jumps clear, flicking the contents of the spoon on Dough, whom it sizzles.

Silver grabbed a long iron pot hook off the wall. He swung it at the witches, who recoiled from him.

Bow snatched up her spell book and held it protectively.

“Get him, you fools!” Bow screeched.

“Get him, you fool!” Dough shoved Apple at Silver Spoon, and Silver gave her a good “bop!” on the head.

Bow was getting pissed.

So she started gathering power for a major electrical discharge.

Silver Spoon made a mad dash to spill the contents of the cauldron, letting the gooey potion spill all over the dirt floor.

Bow shrieked in rage as her precious potion was now ruined.

What a waste of resources and time for her!

Silver Spoon bolted for the door, but was actually electrocuted by Bow, knocking him to the floor.

Silver tried to struggle, but they've tied him up.

“See how bravely he struggles..” Dough joked.

They cackle.

“What shall we do- with him, siblings?” Bow asked.

“Roast him with potatoes!” -Dough

“Put hornets in his ears!” -Apple

“No no, he's such a ‘brave little boy’, his punishment must be more..
inventive. Let's find something in my book..” Bow replied.

She pet the book.

“The book! The book!” Apple and Dough cackled with glee as Bow lovingly opened and perused her spell book.

“Let me see.. Warts.. Itching.. Crib death..” She tried to choose.

“Crib death! CRIB DEATH!” Dough clapped gleefully.

Bow smacked him.

“I have it! His punishment will not be to die, but to live forever...“

“As what, Bow?” Dough asked.

“As what? As what?” Apple pleaded.

“Twist the bones and bend the back; Trim him of his baby fat. Give him fur, as black as black, And pointy claws with which to spat!” Bow hissed at Silver Spoon.

The door flew open as Silver’s transformation started; bombarding the house with torches.

 

At Salem Village a few moments later..

 

The witches are set to be hung over a pyre.

Clover and Blueberry stand with their father.

“Confess your crimes. Where be the boy, Silver Spoon?” OJ demanded.

“We are innocent!” Apple cried.

Victims we are! Let this madness stop! No last meal?” Dough cried with her.

“Silence. hag! The boy?!” OJ barked.

“Mortal ignorant fools! Hang us, burn us, what ye will! But our spirits abide here in this hill, that one Hallow's Eve when the moon is round, a virgin will summon us from the ground!” Bow announced.

The townspeople toss torches to the pyre. Flames leap at the ever-laughing witches.

“We will be back! You have not seen the last of us, Salem Village!” Bow yelled her final words.

Mind ye children well ... mind ye children..” Candle sighed.

Silver Spoon; now a cat curled against OJ’s legs.

“Shoo! You unholy beast!” OJ just kicked him away; completely oblivious of what his son had become.

Chapter Text

“And so.. the Sanderson sisters were hanged by the Salem town folk. Now there are those who say that on Halloween night, a black cat still guards the old Sanderson house; warning off any who might make the witches come back to life.” Tea Kettle; now a high school teacher told her students.

“Give me a break.” Fan moaned quietly in boredom.

“Uh huh. We seem to have a skeptic in our midst. Mr. Breezi, would you care to give your California, laid back, tie-dyed point of view?” Tea Kettle asked him.

The class laughed.

“Okay. Granted that you guys here in Salem are all into these black cats and witches and stuff…” Fan sighed.

“Stuff?” She asked, bewildered.

“Fine. But everyone here knows that Halloween was invented by the candy companies. It’s a conspiracy.” He shot back.

“It just so happens that Halloween is based on the ancient feast called All Hallow’s Eve. It’s the one night of the year where the spirits of the dead can return to Earth.” Marshmallow answered for him.

The class cheered and clapped, and so did the teacher.

“Well said, Marshie.” Tea Kettle congratulated her.
Fan got up suddenly and walked to Marshmallow; with a piece of paper in his hand.

“Well in case MePad Hendrix shows up tonight or something, here’s my number.” He muttered.

The class groaned and whistled; then the bell rang.

Marsh took the paper, and then got up and left.

“Fan, fat chance.” His classmate, Taco, told him.

Fan grabbed his stuff and ran out of the room.

 

Fan was riding home, but saw Marshmallow.

“Fan.” She muttered.

“Hi.”

“Hi. Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you in class..” Fan rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“You didn’t?”

“Name’s Fan Breezi”

“Yeah, I know. You just moved here, huh?”

“Yeah, last week”.

“Must be a big change for you.”

“Yeah, that’s for sure.”

“You don’t like it here?”

“Oh, the leaves are great, but…I don’t know, it’s just all this Halloween stuff.”

“You don’t believe in it?”

“What do you mean, like the Sanderson sisters? No way.”

“Not even on Halloween?”

“Especially not on Halloween!” Fan smiled.

“Trick or treat!” Marshmallow held up a piece of paper.

She handed him the paper and walked off. He opened it only to see that she’s written down his phone number and given it back to him.

Fan smiled slightly.

He then hopped on his bike, and rode home.

 

Fan had rode into a graveyard; seeing 2 other high school kids.

“Halt! Who are you?” Kid 1 bellowed.

“I’m Fan. I just moved here.”

“From where?” Kid 1 asked.

“Los Angeles.”

They gave him a blank look.

“LA.”

“Oh, dude! Why didn’t you tell us earlier?” Kid 1 gasped in awe.

“Tubular.” The second kid replied.

“I’m Knife; this is Pickle” Knife greeted Fan.

Pickle violently grabbed Knife by the front of his shirt.

“How many times I gotta tell you!? My name ain’t Pickle no more. It’s Ice. Ice.”

“This is.. ermm.. Ice.” Knife corrected himself.

Pickle turned around, to see that he carved the word “ICE” into the back of his head.

“So.. let’s have a butt.” Knife suggested.

“No thanks, I don’t smoke.” Fan murmured.

“They’re very health conscious in LA.” Pickle joked.

The boys cackled, while Fan quietly let out a fake laugh with them.

“You got any cash.. Hollywood?”

“No.” He replied.

“Gee.. we don’t get any smokes from you; and now we don't get any cash. What am I supposed to do with my afternoon?” Pickle sighed dramatically.

“Maybe you could learn to breathe through your nose.” Fan shot back.

Knife thought this was hilariously funny and burst out laughing.

He stopped when Pickle gave him a hard look.

Knife looked at Fan’s shoes, gasping in adoration.

Only because of his shoes; not him as a person.

He wasn’t gay.

Well unless it was Pickle.

Then probably yeah.

“Woah. Check out the new cross trainers!” Knife patted his back harshly.

“Cool. Let me try ‘em on.” Pickle gasped.

Fan tried to leave; but was ultimately stopped by Knife.

 

TIME LAPSE!-

 

Fan was riding off; but he’s not wearing his shoes anymore.

“Later dude!”

“See ya’, Hollywood!”

 

Fan arrived home and slammed himself into the house.

Paintbrush and Test Tube were unpacking downstairs. [1]

“Oh. Hey Fan. How was school?” Test Tube asked.

“It sucked.” Is what she got in return.

“Hey, Hey! Language!” Paintbrush gasped in melodramatic shock.

Fan stormed upstairs like an edgy teenager.

“I cannot believe you made me move here!”

“He wasn’t wearing any shoes.” Test Tube told them.

“Must’ve been some form of protest. I mean, I have a good job, I blog alongside Fan for some pretty good dollars. It’s nice here! I don’t see his problem.” Paintbrush argued.

“Must be hormones kicking in maybe.” She responded

Fan stormed to his room and slammed the door.

He fed his fish.

But it appears that someone is watching him from the closet.

“Hey guys.” He groggily greeted the fish, whom of which were casually swimming in the fish tank.

He flopped down on his bed.

And grabbed a pillow, embracing it softly.

“Oh, Marshmallow.. you’re so soft, I just wanna.. hug..” Fan blushed.

He prayed that nobody was watching this.

Suddenly, his friend, Lightbulb, burst out of the closet.

“Boo!” Lightbulb exclaimed.

Fan threw the pampered pillow across the room as a response of fear.

“Lighty!”

She laughed so hard she wheezed a little.

“I scared you! I scared you! HAHAHAHA!”

She jumped on the bed.

“I’m Marshmallow! Marshmallow! Kiss me, Fan! I’m Marshmallow!”

Lightbulb made a kissy face, getting bitchslapped by Fan in response.

“Ow! Sorry.. Wait. Don't tell me. Paper?”

He groaned loudly.

“They specifically told you to stay out of my room!” Fan yelled.

“Don’t be such a crab.” She hopped off the bed to feed her pet crab, Baxter.

“Guess what? You’re gonna take me trick-or-treating!”

“Not this year, Lightbulb.”

“Testy said you have to.”

“Well, she can take you.”

“Her and my beloved Painty are going to a party at the Town Hall.”

“Go by yourself! I don’t give a shit!”

 

Fan walked over to his drum kit and started playing.

“No fucking shot! I have nobody else! I’ll get lost. Besides, it's a full moon and all the transphobic skibidi toilet anti-furry Italian brainrot tung tung tung sahur 67 mango baby gronk sigma kids who grind Fortnite and have low taper fades are out!” [2]

She wrapped Fan in a tight hug.

“Come on, Fan! Couldn’t you forget about being a cool ‘blogger who bedrots and binges II’ for one night? Please!! Come on! We used to have so much fun together trick-or-treating! Remember!? It’ll be like old times!” [3]

“Lightbulb, the old days are dead.”

“It doesn’t matter what you say; you’re taking me.”

“Wanna bet!?” Fan shot back.

“TEST TUBE! PAINTY!” She yelled at the top of her lungs.

Fan thought he was a little harsh on Lightbulb.

So he agreed.

“Fine. I’m sorry. What do you wanna be? We can do a duo, anything you wish.” Fan sighed, leaning down to her eye level and giving her a heartfelt smile.

“I have the perfect idea! Just hold on. Que the elevator music!”

 

(Time Lapse)

 

Lightbulb came bounding down the stairs, dragging Fan by the hand.

“Hurry! Hurry! The bewitching hour’s about to begin!” Paintbrush giggled.

“That’s pretty spooky, babe.” They kissed Lightbulb’s forehead softly, making her giggle affectionately. [4]

“What are you supposed to be, Fan?”

“A rapper.” He responded, his voice deadpan.

“Well, your hat should be on sideways, shouldn’t it?” They turned his hat around.

Test Tube got out a camera.

“Say ‘Halloween’!”

“Halloween!!” Paintbrush and Lightbulb cheered.

 

Salem Common - October 31st, 1993.

 

Fan was now carting Lightbulb around to different houses so she could go trick-or-treating.

The people in Salem obviously loved Halloween. And it’s obvious in all of the decorating they do.

“Don’t worry, flat face! We can do this the bright way!” She said, trying to cheer him up.

“Can we go home now?!” He shrugged.

“Nope.”

Fan then spotted Knife and Pickle and some of their other friends harassing the other kids passing by for their candy.

“Let’s just go this way..”

Lightbulb ultimately ignored him, going straight for Knife and Pickle, ignoring Fan.

“LIGHTY!”

“Ding ding. Ding ding.” Pickle held up his leg so Lightbulb couldn’t pass.

“Stop and pay the toll, kid.” Knife added.

“Ten chocolate bars, no licorice.”

“Dump out your sack!”

“Drop dead, moron!” Lightbulb shouted.

“Yo, twerp. How’d you like to be hung off that telephone pole!?”

“I’d just like to see you try. Because it just so happens that I’ve got my friend, Fan with me!”

 

They’re not impressed by this.

“Hollywood, oh no.”

“So, you’re doing a little tick-or-treating?” Knife teased.

“No, I’m taking her around.”

“That’s nice. Woah, I love the costume. But what’re you supposed to be!? A New Kid on the Block?”

“For your information, he’s a rapper.” [5]

“WOAH! A rapper!?” Pickle gasped.

They both tried to imitate ‘Rap God’ by Eminem; but failed horribly. [6]

She tried to walk by again.

“Wait a minute. Everyone pays the toll.”

“Stuff it, zit face.”

“Why you little!?” Pickle was about to fucking jump Lightbulb, but Fan stepped in the way.

“Hey, Ice..” Fan shoved his bag of candy at him.

“Here. Pig out. C’mon Lightbulb, let’s go.”

They walked off.

“Hollywood.. The shoes fit great!”

 

They walked up the steps to another house for more candy.

“You should’ve punched them.” Lightbulb suggested.

“They would’ve killed me.”

“At least you’d have died like a man.”

“HEY! You just humiliated me in front of half of the FUCKING guys who go to my school! So collect your candy and GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE!!!” Fan shrieked at her.

The silence was so thick that it could’ve been cut through smoothly with a knife.

“I wanna go home! NOW!!!” Lightbulb cried, running off.

He rushed after her.

“WAIT!”

 

(Another house~)

 

She’d stopped and sat down on a hay pile in front of another house.

“Lighty.. I’m sorry. It’s just that!- I fucking despise this place. I miss all of my friends. And I want to go home.” Fan cried.

“Well.. this is your home now, so get used to it.” Lightbulb shrugged.

“Yeah.. give me one more chance?”

“Why should I?”

“Cause I’m your friend?”

She laughed and they hugged.

Fan pointed up to the sky.

“Woah! Check that out.” Fan gasped.

“Hmm?” Lightbulb asked.

“Something just flew across the moon.”

Lightbulb looked up and Fan jumped at her, scaring her a bit.

They laughed it off.

“Let’s go, jerk face!” She joked.

The two turned and looked at the house; only it’s a mansion.

“WOAH!” They both choked.

“Check out this house!” Fan giggled.

“Ahh, rich people. They’ll probably make us drink cider and bob for apples.”

They nodded at each other and walked hand-in-hand into the house.