Lot's of folks mentioned in this story, everyone belongs to either myself or TheQuandary (https://inkbunny.net/TheQuandary)
Main folks mentioned 
Roy-a lop eared rabbit who is the main singer of a punk band called Maggot Farm.
Zeke Cross-a sixteen year old skunk. Roy's oldest friend, and neighbor,also the bass player for Maggot Farm
Spencer-One of roy's many, many siblings. 
Ann Catz aka Annie AxeMurder of Scumstreet-a thirty-somthing (or closer to fourty maybe) year old ex-'rockstar'. A highly tattooed sphynx cat, who now spends her days waiting tables. Her band was huge for a year or two, and likely would have continued to grow to be world-widely recognized, if Annie hadn't mysteiously dropped off the face of the earth nearly fifteen years ago.

It was three in the morning, halloween had barely begun, but Roy was exhausted. His show had been the night before, and it had been a disaster. Not that it mattered.Not that anything he did mattered. The past few weeks had been hell, a real mess. So much had happened that Roy, just couldn't wrap his head around it. 
His bassist Zeke had written a song for him, and it had been amazing, and then he'd fucked it up by trying to blow zeke, which maybe it would have been fine and forgettable,except for what zeke had -done- when he did that. so gross, anf Spencer had walked in onthem. He had seen. His younger brother had seen him on his knees in front of Zeke, ugh at least he didn't know about..the rest. Spencer was still acting so weird though. he didn't even want to go trick or treating with him now. 
Roy put his hands over his face. If that had been all of it, then maybe he could just move on but no. He had a new neighbor, the fucking  legendary Annie Axemurder of Scumstreet was his new neighbor. Her band had been a punk-rock sensation, and yeah, maybe that'd been fifteen or twenty years ago, but she was his fucking neighbor now..and waiting tables at that shitty little diner at the truck stop. Is that all they would amount to in the end? Scrubbing tables and ending back up where they started? What was the point then? what was he working so hard for. Sure, he wouldn't have a career ending pregnancy like annie had, That'd been somthing of a shock to learn too , but..he couldn't face that he'd just end up back in another situation like this. He's had so much on his mind lately, and to top it off, he'd just been so fucking horny.
He couldn't concentrate on anything else. His fucking brother had sat in his lap a few days ago and that was enough to make him hard as a goddamn diamond, and thats why'd he'd tried to do that stupid shit with Zeke. it was ruining his goddamn life, bbut he didn't want to just screw someone. He wanted to be with someone he really cared about. He'd fucked that too.
He'd run off, like a bitch, the day before the concert. He just wanted a day to fucking clear his head and ready for the show. Instead he broke several rules of his moral code, and got black out drunk, and woke up with a girl he'd never seen before in his life. He'd lost his fucking virginity and he could't even remember it, and now that girl kept calling his house. He wanted more than anything in the world just to forget about her entirely, but he couldn't be that shitty. He didn't have it in him. 
Then there was the concert. That was only hours ago now. He'd shown up late, drunk, and sick. Sure, they'd rocked it. They did fucking amazing when he finally stumbled onto stage, for you know the first few songs, and then, as Roy found he was overly-capeable of. He'd fucked it. He'd fucked it hard. He'd done a back bend, a classic gothic stage move, easy enough, he'd done it a hundred times. Oh, except the other hundred times, he didn't step on his own, fucking ear. His own, fucking stupid, fucking overly-fucking-long ears. 
He'd not just stepped on it, oh no, that'd have been embarassing enough, he stomped on it, with his one good pair of boots, a second hand pair of combat boots, and managed to get one of his god-damn pericings stuck on one of the rivets he'd self-installed to make the boots cooler when he tried to regan his balance, which caught on one of the peircings in his ear, unbalancing him again and making him land on his god-damn ass, and when he'd landed on his god damn ass, he'd ripped the peircing right the fuck out in a mess of torn flesh, which had ecchoed through his dropped mic for everyone to hear. 
He'd managed to get himself back up and finish their last song..only to lose his guts into a trash bin behind stage, pass out, and smack his face off the metal rim of said can. He'd woke up on some dirty couch with his nose bleeding and his ear throbbing. He didn't know how much later that had been.
He'd gone home. Not alone. He'd gotten a ride from the girl..god he couldn't even remember her name. He was such a peice of shit. He'd invited her to the stupid halloween party he was soposed to go to tonight. Why had he done that? She'd taken him to the ER and then drove him home. She hadn't stayed. He hadn't invited her, even though she lived in the city two hours away. That was horrible of him..maybe thats why he invited her.
Roy stared at the ceiling a deep feeling of creeping dread in his gut. everything had gone all wrong. There was no recovering from this, and in a few hours he'd have a few dozen kids to fucking take trick or treating and a stupid fucking party to go to after. he didn't want to do any of it now. he just wanted to curl up and fucking die. 
Fuck halloween. Fuck it. Fuck his life, and fuck the god-damn stitches in his fucking stupid ear. He hadn't evenn found out who they were opening for at the concert. It's been them, then annie's band, he hadn't even seen annie play, and he would have sold his left nut to do it any other day. If Annie'd been an opening though, the headliner had to have been amazing.
Roy's head ached, his guts churned, annd his ear throbbed.  He had to get some sleep. This halloween was going to be the longest he'd ever had to deal with.