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I Luv Halloween

Frank Morrison x Reader

Can anyone recognize the reference?

The cold air bit at your nose as you leaned on the picket fence belonging to Frank's place. You swirled a lollipop in your mouth as you waited for Frank. You played with the strings on your hoodie. A red hoodie with horns, your makeshift devil costume for tonight.

He sure was taking his time getting ready. The sun was already setting and you wanted an early start. You rub your shoulders absentmindedly. Ormond was pretty freezing this time of year; however, that doesn't mean squat to the kids who would stop at nothing for some candy. Some real sugar fiends.

You turned your head when you heard footsteps. Frank walked towards you in his legion mask and hoodie. Risky, but you doubt anyone would notice in a sea of other costumed kids. He stopped in front of you and looked around. "Where are the others?"

You took the lollipop out of your mouth. "Joey's sick with aids or some shit, and Jules and Susie are off scissoring each other."

Frank lets out a long playful groan. "So I'm stuck with you for tonight?"

"Ouch," you say in a deadpan voice. You raise your hand to show off your pumpkin-shaped pail. "Where's your candy bucket?"

Frank rolls his eyes before taking a paper bag from his jacket pocket. He holds it up so you can see inside; there's nothing but crinkling noise coming from within.

"Here's my candy bucket." He said quite proudly. "Now, let's get going already!"

You nod and start walking toward the first house, with Frank keeping pace beside you. "let's see if old Ms. Richards has anything good," you suggest as you see her house up ahead. Frank gives you a nod in agreement. You toss your lollipop away, expecting something better to replace it.

As You approach her house, You notice she doesn't have any Halloween decorations outside. It makes you wonder why someone wouldn't want to join in on all the fun. You and Frank walk up to her porch and ring the bell. After waiting for a few moments, no one answers.

"Seriously?" groaned Frank as he shifted impatiently.

Before you can ring the door bell again she opens the door. The old crone adjusts her glasses as she scans the two of you over, holding a bowl of....oh god.

"Trick or treat..." you and frank say in a bored tone.

She gives the both of you an apple before slamming the door in your faces.

Rude rotting bitch.

You wait until you're back on the sidewalk to start complaining.

Frank looks disappointed with the first haul. "An apple? Seriously? That's just fucking stupid."

"Did you see the look she gave us? Maybe she thinks we're getting too old for Halloween," You muse as you inspect the apple in your hand. It's a Red Delicious. The old hag couldn't even bother to get the good stuff, like a Fuji or something.

Frank rolls his eyes. "We're barely nineteen! Besides, I still love dressing up like a psycho killer every year."

He lifts his mask up a bit to take a bite out of his apple. You see his lips curl into disgust before spitting it back out immediately. "Ugh, these things taste gross."

"Maybe Ms. Richards needs a trick to set her straight," You suggest casually as you put the apple into your pail.

"What did you have in mind?" Frank asks curiously while tossing his apple over his shoulder and into some bushes behind him.

"Just follow me," you reply as you turn to walk down the street. Frank follows closely behind you, his curiosity piqued by whatever plan you might have cooked up.

Together, you make your way through town. Frank begins to recognize the path as he remembers you live around this part of town. It's confirmed when he sees your house down the street.

You stop in front of your house and walk up to your door to open it, motioning for frank to follow you inside. Frank hesitantly enters your home, looking around suspiciously. He notices how tidy everything is compared to his own messy abode.

"Alright, what's this big plan of yours?" He impatiently asks once you close the door behind him.

"Wait at the table," You point at your kitchen counter as you head to the bathroom. Frank waits as he hears you open cabinets. He glances around to take in your decor.

You come out of the bathroom with a box of razor blades and sit at table with him. You take out the apple from your pail.

"Watch and learn from a master," you say, smiling as you open the box and begin to carefully push razor after razor into the apple's flesh.

Frank watches intently as you stuff more than five razors into the fruit. His face twists into pride under his mask when you finish and hold it up triumphantly. It looks normal and unsuspecting enough.

"Shit, you really went all out on this thing..." Frank comments.

"What a beauty. Some of my best work to be honest," you declare as you put the apple back into your plastic pail.

"Well done," Frank congratulates you. "But now comes the tricky part – actually giving it back to her without getting caught."

You smirk. "It's not for her," you reveal as make your way out your front door, waiting for frank to follow.

Frank raises an eyebrow but goes along with you anyway after locking the door behind him. Once outside, he realizes you aren't heading towards Ms. Richard's house anymore. Instead, you seem to be going in the opposite direction entirely.

"Hang on, where are we going?" he asks curiously.

"That bakery near Elm street, where all the pigs hang out at," you say nonchalantly as you keep walking.

"Oh, right...that place." Frank remembers seeing several police officers frequent that particular establishment during their nightly patrols. Nodding to himself, he continues following you.

Together, you arrive at the bakery just as a group of officers enter the shop themselves. They exchange friendly greetings with the owner before ordering various pastries and treats.

"Wait out here, most of these uniforms have your case worker on speed dial," you say chuckling.

Frank grumbles something under his breath about crooked cops but agrees to stay outside. Meanwhile, you confidently march into the bakery and walk up to the counter. The owner recognizes you and waves hello while setting down menus for everyone else.

You put on your best smile. "Trick or treat!" you exclaim as you hold the plastic pail out.

The owner smiles warmly and begins filling your pail with some candy from a bowl she has placed to her side. After she goes back to taking orders at a different table. While she works, you glance over at the officers who are busy chatting amongst themselves and paying no attention to you whatsoever.

You walk up to the table of cops and smile. "having a nice night officers?" you ask, trying to sound as polite and bootlicking as possible.

One officer turns to address you directly. "Yes, we've had a quiet evening thus far. How about yourself?"

You fake a sigh and a look of disappointment. "Not good. This Halloween is already starting out pretty bad," you lament, pulling out the seemingly normal apple from your candy bucket. "That cheap Ms. Richards, always giving out apples year after year."

The officer chuckles. "Ah yes, we know her pretty well ourselves. Always keeping tabs on those pesky teens causing trouble. We get a call from her every day about kids running around her yard."

"Well I don't want this. Do any of you want it?" You remark casually as you hold the apple out to the table of cops. "It'd be a shame to waste a perfectly good fruit."

At first, none of them seem interested in accepting your gift. But then one of them glances over to his coworkers and shrugs. "Sure, why not? Give it 'ere." he says as he holds his hand out.

You gently drop the apple into his open palm as you say a polite goodbye before walking out and standing next to frank. You nudge his side and motion for him to watch. You can barely hold in your smile as you see the cop bring the razor filled apple to his mouth.

As soon as the officer takes a large bite, his expression immediately changes to pained horror. Blood starts pouring out of his mouth as he drops the fruit onto the floor and grabs at his throat in pain. Everyone else in the bakery jumps up and rushes over to help him, including the remaining officers, screaming and yelling as they call for help.

"Wicked," Frank says as he lets out a low whistle.

"Alright, let's head back and watch shit unfold," you say as you grab his hand before pulling him along. He gives your hand a squeeze as he follows you.

You and Frank stood side by side within the crowd that had formed around Ms. Richards's house as the police broke her door down and stormed her house.

Frank chuckles under his breath. "Damn, she's really taking the fall for this one."

The two of you watch silently as the police lead Mrs. Richards away in handcuffs, protesting her innocence all the while. It seems they believe her story about not knowing anything about the incident involving the deadly apple.

You and Frank watch as the car drives away with the old hag in the backseat.

"Well now I'm bored," you sigh as you look at your wristwatch. "And it's late. Houses are already starting to turn their lights off."

Frank glances around, noticing houses have in fact begun putting out their lanterns and lights. "Looks like we'd better call it quits for tonight then. Wanna head back to my place?"

"Are your fosters home?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Frank snorts derisively. "No, thank god. They're probably passed out drunk somewhere."

"Alright, but first let's get some candy from the store," you suggest, not wanting this night to be a total waste.

"Fine by me." Frank replies. Together, the two of you leave the scene and make your way to the local convenience store. Franks take off his mask and stuffs it into his hoodie before entering the store.

Once inside, you grab a couple of large bags of assorted candies and approach the register. As expected, most people have gone home for the night, so there's only one clerk working tonight. She rings up your purchase quickly and hands you a receipt without saying a word.

As you step outside, you notice that the streets are eerily quiet. Most houses have shut off their porch lights, signaling an end to trick or treating festivities. Feeling satisfied with your loot, you hold Frank's hand and begin walking back towards his place.

"Hey frank," you whisper as a few giddy chuckles leave your lips.

"Hmm?" Frank asks absentmindedly, distracted with thoughts of devouring candy with you at home.

You reach into your pocket to show him you shoplifted some condoms and lube. Your lips curve into a sly smirk.

Frank's eyes widen in surprise before turning into a mischievous grin. "Is that so? Well then, I guess we're having sugar fueled sex tonight."

"It's gonna be a real frenzy," you retort.

He laughs before gripping your hand tighter and pulls you along as he picks up the pace.

It seems that this Halloween night won't be as bad as you first thought it to be.

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