Two Idiots and a Cape: Halloween Special!

Chapter 2: Spooky Stories To Tell In Poor Lighting

Micheal took a deep breath as he stood outside of Pam's apartment door, which was covered in little pumpkin stickers, and knocked twice. He could do this. He heard Edward shout 'I'll get it!' before the door was swung open and Micheal gasped. He... could not do this. Edward was wearing black shoes, jeans, and a tight-fitting shirt, a cat-ear headband on his head. His nose was painted a rosy pink as well as two black whiskers drawn on each cheek. Oh wow, he looked adorable. Micheal's heart did a little backflip. 

"Hey, you're here! And– Oh!" Edward's eyes widened as he looked Micheal up and down, smiling brightly. "You're wearing a costume; That's so great!" Micheal gave a shaky smile back.

"Y-yeah! I, y'know, thought it'd be fun to dress up this year after all." 

"You look great, Pam'll love it. Come on in." Micheal did, looking around with wide eyes. The place looked very festive, with fake spiders and snakes and- he shivered- rats. There were bloody handprint stickers on the windows and a slasher film on TV. Micheal was glad the volume for it wasn't on as a particularly gory scene played out. He adverted his eyes and instead went to Pam, shaking her hand.

"Mike, glad to see you! I love your costume."

"Thanks, yours too!" Edward leaned on the counter slyly.

"What about mine?" Pam rolled her eyes.

"You look fine." She said.

"R-really good." Micheal agreed. Edward smiled cheekily, straightening when the oven beeped behind him. While Edward was busy with that Pam grabbed Micheal's hand and showed him around, making sure he saw all the little details of the decor.

"Ok, stand here." She said, positioning him in front of a painting of a man. He stared at it in confusion when the painting suddenly moved, looking right at him.

"Gah!"He jumped, nearly falling backward onto the couch. Pam laughed loudly, a hand on her forehead.

"Oh gosh, haha, I'm so sorry–! That was hilarious!" Micheal stood shakily, fixing his eyepatched that had been knocked loose as he willed his heart to slow. 

"Pam, stop torturing my boyfriend!" Edward called from the kitchen, standing with a pan of muffins in his hands. Pam chuckled, patting Micheal's shoulder.

"Oh come on! It's all in good fun, right?" Mike smiled thinly.

"Y-yeah...!" He said halfheartedly. Edward rolled his eyes.

"Just–" There was a knock at the door. Edward pulled off his oven mitts and opened the door to reveal Carla in a witch costume, a tray of sandwiches in the shape of cats in her hands. She gave a small smirk as she came in, setting the tray on the counter.

"Wow Ed, nice getup." She said, coming over and patting Micheal on the shoulder in greeting. Edward laughed.

"Where did you run off to?" Pam asked. Carla gestured to the tray.

"Figured I'd bring some food. Neither of you has any idea how much Mike can eat." Micheal chuckled.

"Yeah, it's true. My stomaches like a black hole." Pam grinned slyly.

"Oh? Well, then Ed really is perfect for you. He loves cooking, especially for others." Edward's cheek's heated and Micheal forced himself not stare. Gods, Edward really could be too cute. It wasn't natural for a man to be that cute, was it? 

"So what do you guys want to–" Pam paused as the lights suddenly flickered before going out. Micheal's brow furrowed as he walked to the window, peering out to the dark city.