one-shot collection [multi-fandom]

Witching Hour || Barlyle

"This is the witching hour!"

The groan that met Phineas' excited shout was less than enthusiastic about being woken up.

"Phin go to sleep, it's not morning yet." Phillip groaned. Or at least, he intended to, instead he sounded closer to saying "'n got 'lep snot morn' git."

After a few more shakes of the shoulder, Phineas gave up as Phillip rolled back over to sleep.

Despite the lack of enthusiasm from the half-asleep man in his bed, a fully dressed Phineas Taylor Barnum bounded down the hall, barely sparing a glance and the old, large grandfather clock, the hour hands seemingly glaring a hole into the back of his mind. Phineas knew he should probably go back to bed, crawl under the nice warm blankets with Phillip, but there was something calling him, something on the other side.

But the other side of what?

The other side of the did he now stood in front of, or the mystical other side that he'd been dreaming of all his life. He'd always been able to feel what was on the other side, but instead of draining the life from him, it gave him life, energy. He simply, came alive.

It was on this day, this hour, that the veil was the thinnest and he was the most alive. And as he opened the door and stepped out into the moonlight, a mischievous smirk grew on his face.

Today was Halloween and this was the witching hour.