Deucalion Family One-Shots

(2021) Hallowmas Special: Trick or Treat! Part 3

Cadence's POV

Right. Can't say that I was expecting to see Elder Quinn – or any of the elders – tonight.

I don't like people – I'm just here for the candy.

I led the group along a path, looking at the houses on either side of the street. They were much too fancy for my liking, dressed up 'spookily' for this evening. Stupid.

The only thing good about tonight is that I have successfully pissed Hawthorne of by dressing up as a sock. A Wunsoc, ha, get it? Pfft. I'm turning into the idiot... the only other good thing is that Captain Jack Korrapati exists, if only for tonight. We were successful in our debate, as you can see.

After a couple of turns and dragging the others down a dark alleyway, I finally found what I was looking for – a house that was completely simple and dressed normally.

Oho, this is going to be fun.

The house had a nice, simple garden out the front with a simple wooden fence running around the property. The house itself was a simple square shape with double casement windows. I couldn't tell in the dark light of the early night, but the paint job looked white.

We approached the house, and I knocked three times on the plain, wooden door.

Knock, knock, knock.

We waited a few seconds, which quickly ticked into minutes. Then, glancing around at the others, I went to knock again.

No answer. Again.

How rude.

"Maybe no one's home?"

Morrigan suggested. She looked a little worried if I'm honest.

"There's a light on at the back of the house, and another turned off as soon as Cadence knocked. So they're home; just don't want any trick or treaters knocking on their door."

Jack crossed his arms as he spoke, trying not to roll his eyes as Hawthorne pouted.

"Why wouldn't someone want any trick or treaters?"

"Oh, I dunno... not like they're a bunch of kids dressed up in ridiculous costumes begging for candy, is it?"

I nearly snorted.

Nearly.

"Aren't we trick or treaters?"

"Yes."

And now I actually did snort.

"Whose house is this anyway?"

"How are we supposed to know that, idiot?"

Hawthorne stuck his tongue at me, and I resisted the urge to grab it, giving it a good yank.

But Hawthorne saliva. Ew.

"Maybe we should try a different house... one that we might actually get candy from?"

I sighed, turning back to face the other three.

"Look, they'll open up eventually. Just trust me on this one? Please?"

I turn back to the door, but not missing Hawthorne's awkward shuffle, Morrigan's grimace or Jack's barely audible, "but how long is eventually?"

There are always people like this on Hallowmas. They try and sit, waiting for the night to be over. Try to avoid the trick or treaters until either of the parties give in and either leaves or opens the door.