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#April Sym Brock
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Hey! How’s it going? I saw that you were doing Halloween asks!
I’d love to see your take on April on Halloween shapeshifting into her own costume, Spidergirl blue but scarier (and smaller since she is almost 7)
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This ended up being the whole family. Because I am out of control.
The boys were running back and forth in the living room, chasing each other around. Dylan had spent the last week making his costume, after changing his mind a dozen times throughout the month leading up to the big night. Now he seemed to be an amalgam of a near dozen superheroes -some fictional, some on their holiday card list- and wanted to make sure he could move quickly in it. Sleeper had insisted that simply changing his shape would be cheating, and now looked like a little boy wearing a duct tape and cardboard box robot costume, and kept tripping over the flaps. Each time he fell, a puff of pheromones gusted off of him and filled the room with annoyance. 
“Father,” he whined, dripping out of the seams in his costume to pull himself back into his usual feline form. “I need more tape.” 
“Just a second, buddy,” Eddie said around a mouthful of safety pins he was using to try to keep his own costume from falling apart. He had flexed to show off in the mirror, and split his Robin Hood costume across the shoulders and Venom refused to let him leave without his sleeves in place. He put the final pin into the chintzy cloth and declared himself suitable before turning back to his son. “Okay, what’s wrong?” he asked, crouching down gingerly. It wouldn’t do to tear out the seat of his tights now. 
Sleeper flicked his tail against the flap that had defeated him and sulked. “I should have used tin foil.” 
“Hey, now that’s a great idea. We can wrap it all up, and you’ll be extra toasty warm, too.” Eddie scratched the top of the little Symbiote’s head and went to the kitchen to find a jumbo roll of foil. “Babe?” he called as he checked the drawers and cupboards. “Do you have all the bags ready?” Holding the roll triumphantly, Eddie trotted back to the living room. 
A rustle and thump followed by a curse sounded from the hall closet, and was Eddie’s only answer until Venom oozed out, trailing several glow in the dark tote bags with grinning pumpkins and puffed up cats on them. “These will not hold enough candy,” he complained. “I told you to get bigger ones.” 
“We can run them back to the house to empty them, if we have to.” Eddie taped the foil down and stood the boxes back up for Sleeper to inspect. “Go get Ape, so we can head out. I want to get to the Manchester’s place before the teenagers start messing with the decorations. You’ll love ‘em.” 
In her room, April was glowering at a sparkly tulle princess tutu that had seemed like a great idea when she first asked her parents to make it, but now seemed like a scratchy monstrosity of glitter and discomfort. Even with extra layers, the elastic waistband pinched too tightly, the tulle brushed against her fingers when she walked, and who even wanted to dress up like a princess anyway when she could have been something cool like a werewolf or a bunch of grapes. 
“Little One?” Venom sent a soft pulse of warning down the connection between them then poked himself through the keyhole in her door to check that she was all right. “You’re not dressed. We will be leaving soon, you have to hurry.” 
“I’m not going,” April declared and crossed her arms over her chest and hoped Venom wouldn’t take her up on it. “My costume doesn’t look right.” 
Venom came the rest of the way through the hole and plopped onto the floor before taking up a mostly human form. “What’s the matter with it?” 
“It’s just… I don’t wanna be a princess anymore.” 
“Then you don’t have to be.” Venom pulled himself in, shifting and throbbing for a moment until he looked like a large snarling mastiff. Then a small dragon. Then a beach ball. 
April giggled and tugged at the cuffs of her shirt. “But Sleeper said it was cheating.” 
“Your brother just wanted to make something. You don’t have to.” He allowed himself to lose his form completely to caress tendrils over his daughter’s cheeks and through her hair. “I am sure you will choose something suitably frightening for the occasion.” 
The boys were waiting at the door for them. Eddie had rent another tear in his costume, this time across his thigh, and given up trying to keep it together. If it survived the night, he’d be happy. A pile of foil wrapped boxes was rocking from side to side, beeping and chirping cheerfully, and Captain SuperShazBatHulkFalcMan was fidgeting with his sword-shield-hammer combo. 
“You look great, pumpkin,” Eddie beamed when April stepped out from behind Venom. She was tiny, and blue, with black webs across her face and arms. “C’mere, it’s going to be a long trip. Wanna ride my shoulders?” 
April grew long talons from her fingers and used them to climb up Eddie’s back to position herself comfortably at the back of his neck. 
She’d try the princess tutu next year. 
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