A/n: This was the Halloween entry I wrote up on Halloween night but didn't get to finish it. So now you guys get Halloween leftovers.
But in all actuality, for me and for House of Pugh, Halloween is all year round. :)
Part one is full of fluff.
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Title Name - Halloween Hangover
"Y/n! You better be ready!"
"Mom, she already said she wasn't going."
With a huff, the older woman stomped her way up the stairs. "You WILL be going because I have to work and you need to take your sister around the neighborhood!!" She yelled while marching up the steps.
Her youngest daughter, Stella, stood by the front door with her Halloween trick or treating bag in hand. She was dressed up in a cute white glittery long sleeved dress with fuzzy trimming along the hem, neckline and sleeves.
White tights with white knee high boots and a pink wig.
(I'm sure the true fans know who Stella is dressed as.)
While your mother was up trying to wrestle you out of your room, a knock came to the door.
"I'll get it!" Stella calls out as she skips to the front door and opens it. She gasps.
"You look so good!"
Standing in front of her was Amber in a black dress. A thin black belt wrapped around her waist. The top of the dress was made up of frills along the shoulders and neckline, with a sheer see through buttoned collar. She wore black tights with black combat boots and her black hair was braided and wrapped around her head in a sort of crown type of style. Her bangs sat just over her eyebrows.
(Again, if you can't guess what she's dressed as then I'm revoking your fan card.)
Amber looked down to the dress and gently tugged on it. "I-I don't know, Stell."
Stella sighed and took a step close before resting a hand on Amber's left arm. You could visibly see Amber melt at the contact as she looked into Stella's eyes lovingly.
"You look really pretty."
Amber smiled bashfully then looked down. "Thank you. You also look really pretty."
"You two make me wanna chug bleach."
Behind Amber stood her cousin; Phoebe. But she didn't look like Phoebe. She looked...
"You look different." Stella said as she crossed her arms. Amber came to stand next to her friend so they both were observing Phoebe's costume. "Who are you supposed to be?"
Phoebe had her hair pulled up in a low messy bun and two long strands from her bangs hanging over each side of her face. A pink long sleeved shirt over her torso with a blood stain on the left side of her stomach. Blue jeans on and black converses to top it all off. Her eyeliner was smudged like she had been crying.
"You don't know?" Phoebe gasps, sounding offended.
"Oh my god..."
The girls turned to look up at the top of the steps as Phoebe did the same when they heard someone else new enter the conversation. A smirk finding its way onto Phoebe's face.
You stood there in a black robe, black leather gloves and your black combat boots that peeked under the hem of the long robe. In your left hand was a mask and in your right was a fake kitchen knife.
