That one Camel by Camel fanfic. (Parker X Chester)

Halloween Costume Shenanigans

It was around 4 in the morning, and Chester was blasting music back in his room, keeping Parker awake with no mercy.

"Oh my god...what the hell is he even listening to?" Parker groans to himself, rubbing his tired eyes in annoyance.

Chester DID say something about buying a halloween costume a few weeks back, and that he'll be "practicing" something in it. Parker rarely ever questions Chester's ideas anymore, considering most of them are usually harmless....usually.

"Usually"...with a grain of salt.

But out of all the times they've almost died because of his ideas, this....was apparently what crossed the line.

Chester can fuck up his entire house with god knows what from the dark web, but absolutely cannot go anywhere NEAR his already shitty sleep schedule.

That was forbidden.

So Parker lazily gets up from his bed to stomp over to Chester's room, where the apparent rave was happening at.

He knocks loudly on the door, ignoring the pain that's coming from his knuckles.
"Hey! Stop playing that music so late at night, dude!" Parker yells.

To his surprise, the music volume DOES lower a bit, but it was still kind of loud...

"Bro, what do you even need that music for anyway?! Just....at least plug in some headphones or something!" He mumbles, tiredly kicking at the door.

"U-UHH...S..SORRY!" Chester yells back, his voice sounding strained.

"You okay in there? You sound....awful?" Parker asks, trying his best not to sound rude.

No response. Parker sighed loudly, pressing his ear against the door.
He didn't hear anything at first....but...
...
Soon enough, quiet whimpering could be heard from the other side. Was he hurt? Did something happen?

"Chester??? Are you really okay? I hear...uh...noises?" Parker mumbles.

Suddenly, he could hear Chester approach the door, slowly unlocking it. Parker took this as an invitation to come in, so he opens the door.

"Hey dude, what's wr-" Parker full stops once his eyes registered what Chester was wearing.

Some sort of...egyptian outfit? It was a tad small on him, too...

"Dude...THATS your halloween costume?!" Parker deadpans, nonchalantly checking him out.

"Shut up! No it's not!" Chester mutters, hiding his body behind the door.

"Really? Then what's it for?" Parker asks, raising an eyebrow.

He notices Chester's face turn reddish at the question, avoiding eye contact at all times.
"You...don't need to worry about it. It's really uhm...late and you should get back to bed."

Parker sighs in annoyance, he's already gotten up, it couldn't hurt to get a few answers...

"Look bro, I've literally walked in on you sitting in a tub of milk with no pants on before, what makes you think I'll judge you for doing god knows what in a weird egyptian costume?" Parker laughs, thinking back to the good ol' memory.

Chester's grip on the side of the door loosens, his arms going slack in defeat.
"I guess your right..." he mumbles.

"Exactly, now tell me what's up."

Chester took a deep breath before gaining the strength to look Parker in the eyes again, "Can...can you help me film something?" he asks, fidgeting with the doorknob.