Newtmas One-Shots

THE CURSE OF THE CRANK (NEWTMAS AU//HALLOWEEN SPECIAL)

Thunder sounded, and a flash of lightning tore through the dark sky. Thomas shivered and put his head on his best friend Newt's shoulder. Newt wrapped his arm around his buddy's waist and rubbed circles on his hip. The brunette calmed down almost instantly, relaxing into his pal's touch.

It was Halloween, and the gang were telling horror stories in Minho and Gally's apartment. So far, none of the tales had been particularly scary, and everyone was starting to get a little bored. They were tired, and they just wanted to stuff their faces with candy and watch horror films.

Teresa decided to share one last story with everyone. Minho handed her the flashlight, and she turned it on and put it under her chin in the typical horror story telling fashion. Her voice was quiet and eerily calm as she spoke.

"The following story is very much true. It's called "The Curse Of The Cranks", and I won't judge you if you poop your pants. Well, I'll judge you a little, but not as much as I usually would.

"Anyway, back to the story:

"Many years ago, there was a farmer who caught the Flare. Now, this farmer was extremely self-centered, and he became even more so when the disease struck him. He spent his days going around neighbourhoods and trying to spread the illness. His reasoning for it? If he was going to die, everyone else should, too. He died shortly after he caught the disease.

"Legend has it that he still haunts the neighbourhood he lived in, trying to spread as much sickness as possible. He comes out every Halloween, moaning about how unfair death was to him, and he takes people with him to make them unwell.

"You know what the scariest part is? This is the town that he is said to haunt."

With that, she leaned back, crossing her arms. The flashlight was still clutched tightly in her hand. "'Course, that is just a legend. But I have to say, it's pretty damn believable."

Everyone else was silent. That was the most terrifying story of the night, and Thomas had the chills. He couldn't help but believe it.

"Well, I think that's enough for tonight. Let's put on a cute Disney film and eat candy," Minho said nervously. "C'mon Gally, let's get some blankets." He stood up and held his hand out to his boyfriend, pulling him up as well.

Just as Gally was rising, someone knocked on the door. The sound rang through the apartment, freaking everyone out. They were all still on edge after Teresa's story.

Nobody did anything. They all sat completely still, frozen in fear. Gally gulped loudly. "W-well, I guess I'll go answer the door," he said slowly, his eyes wide in terror. "I'll be right back."

He walked out of the living room that they were all sat in. Thomas felt terror rising in his throat; he grabbed Newt's hand and squeezed it tight. Newt looked at him and knew(t) exactly what he was feeling; they were so close as friends that they didn't need to say anything to be able to understand what the other was feeling.

Time seemed to slow down as everyone waited in anticipation for Gally to return. Minho was about to go out and see what was taking him so long when a loud scream tore through the apartment, chilling everyone to the bone.

Minho told everyone to stay put and raced out to see what had happened. Seconds passed, each feeling longer than the last. Thomas squeezed Newt's hand as hard as he could, and Newt let him.

Everyone lost it when they heard a loud shriek followed by a dull thud. Thomas started hyperventilating, Newt tried to soothe him and Teresa was muttering away to herself. Frypan was rocking back and forth, and Winston was trying to console him (to no avail). Chuck- well, Chuck was sleeping.