Creepypasta's Halloween Scarefest

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((HETASTUCK DOES NOT BELONG TO ME IN ANY WAY))

((Sorry my phone is being a butt here's the story))

It was that time of year again. The leaves turned crisp with colors such as red, orange and a bright yellow. Yes, it was autumn. Most people would think it's a beautiful season with fresh air and leaf piles for children to jump in and laugh as the leaves flew over their heads like a tornado. And some people don't like this season at all. But as for the Fandoms....they want to enjoy the season before the blizzard that is Winter comes. But they can't. For one reason and one reason only.

Halloween.

They were afraid of this day, afraid of it indeed. Every year, Creepypasta would always pull Halloween pranks on them. Last year, while Homestuck was getting onto his computer, Creepypasta had switched his wallpaper from the normal broken-in-four-parts green house Homestuck logo, to a picture of a creepy clown with blood dripping down its chin as it held a head in its hand. Homestuck had to sleep in Hetalia's bed until Christmas.

Every year the fandoms always try to leave the house. But sadly, one little fandom did not. Hetalia.

"Come on, Hetalia! We're gonna miss out on all the good candy if you don't hurry up!" Homestuck called. "Ve~ I'll only be a minute. I forgot my jacket." Hetalia answered and shut the door behind him. The house was creepy at this time at night. The shadows of branches loomed over the inside as the scratched the windows. The floor boards were creaky. Each step he took made a creak. Hetalia got a chill down his spine. He grabbed his coat and hurried back to the door. "Shoot!" He said "It's locked!" Then he thought for a second. He thought he was the last person in here, and he didn't remember locking the door, and the door doesn't lock when you shut it...this was all strange.

Then he remembered what day it was.

He mentally slapped himself. All of a sudden a sanjay voice peered behind him "Hello, Hetalia~" The voice said. "I'm doomed!" Hetalia thought.

((TO BE CONTINUED))