Title:           Spooky Scary Skeletons (Unf)
Author:          sheetmetal
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First Edit:      Monday 2nd of November 2015 04:00:57 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 3rd of November 2015 10:43:24 PM CDT

"Anon...I-I usually don't go out on Halloween, it gives me...well...awful anxiety attacks...b-but this year my family is coming over...They need me to watch a few of my younger cousins while they trick-or-treat...and I don't think I will be able to make it for that long, I think this night and me having to deal with kids will be just too much...c-can you? if you don't mind that is...help me tomorrow night? Just to stay calm? It'll just be me and the kids otherwise. Please? I would really, really appreciate it...oh and...also...umm...d-do you like my costume? Rarity made it for me."
 
>Somehow, you feel skeptical that Rarity would allow Fluttershy's hair to clash with the yellow and black
>But you're neither gay or a fashionista, so you can't really offer your opinion on the matter
>Instead, you mull over her request as she nervously looks up at you through a lock of her hair
"You want me to...like...walk around with you?"
>The shy girl's head nods in the affirmative
"Why me?"
>"Well...um...you seem like a nice guy, and you're pretty big, so I thought that maybe..."
>She looks intimidated to hell and back, probably because you're a head taller than her
>"If you don't want to, that's alright, I can always just..."
>The rest of her sentence is lost to a small squeak, while she cringes to herself
>Is this what it's like when a girl drops her spaghetti?
>If so, it's pretty adorable
"I mean, I guess I could help you out. It's not like I had any other plans tomorrow."
>She smiles at you, her expression changing to relief
>"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am."
>"Thank you Anon, I'll make it worth your while, I promise."
"Yeah, sure, it's no big deal."
>Fluttershy pulls out some paper and starts scribbling frantically
>"This is my number and address, can you meet us tomorrow at 5:00?"
"Count on it."
>Flutters hoists her backpack over the stinger of her costume, gives a tiny wave, and turns tail to leave
>Suddenly, you have a lot of work to do
>You'll need an actual costume, for one
>Skipping Halloween dress-up day in school is one thing, but jeans and a hoodie won't fly tomorrow
>She did say that you're a big guy...
>Fluttershy does her usual gambit of sidling through the crowd, making little progress to get away
>Her bee costume is a diabetes risk if you ever saw one, especially wrapped around her innocently curvaceous figure
"One more thing Fluttershy!"
>The pink haired girl looks over her shoulder at you, almost turning the tables of spaghetti droppage
"I really do like your costume."
 
>Be Banon now
>After 24 hours, you managed to pull of a passable shitposting facade
>Being a big motherfucker definitely helped, along with owning a Bane mask that you never use
>Your nose is mashed up against your face, and your ears are probably bleeding
>That, and you shaved your head to complete the costume
>After tonight, you'll be wearing a beanie for a month
>But you've endured worse for less, and you've been promised an evening in the company of one of the cutest girls you know
>So tonight, you'll suck it up
>Fluttershy's address led you straight to the center of the suburbs
>Children and their parents already stroll about, bedecked in Halloween garments and swinging along sacks of candy
>Directly outside Fluttershy's house, you wait for your cue
>Your phone says 4:58
>Deciding that it's close enough, you start up the front walk to the door, combat boots making thuds on the brick
>The door is modestly decorated with bats and spiderwebs, next to it, several happy jack-o-lanterns flicker
>You extend an arm and rap on the door
>Just be yourself Anon, she only needed you for protection
>Robin Williams echoes in your head, telling you to bee yourself
>F
>The door swings open, revealing a tiny little bro dressed as a pirate
"What's up little man?"
>The bane voice comes off easily with the mask pressed into your jaw
>"You're too old to be trick-or-treating!"
>His accent...triggers you
>The only missing word was wanker
>Fluttershy appears in the kitchen behind him, already wearing her bee outfit, without the backpack
>"Hi Anon, we'll be ready to go in a minute!"
"Take your time."
>She disappears again, leaving you alone with prepubescent Captain Aubrey
"So, what's your name?"
>"I'm Pipsqueak!"
 
"Pipsqueak, huh... you don't say?"
>Christ, this kid must be about half your size, yet he still looks like he's ready to square up
>His hand slowly creeps down to the plastic cutlass in his belt
>Before you have a chance to ruffle his hair and call him "sport", a small group of costumed children fly out past you
>Behind them, a large human shaped bee closes the door, not before setting a bowl of candy on the stool outside
>"Just in case anybody shows up while we're gone."
>You know damn well the first kid to stop by is going to clean out the entire bowl
>That's what you used to do, way back in the good ol' days
>Fluttershy gives you a timid, yet bright smile and follows the kids up the driveway to the road
>You fall in behind her like the good body guard you are
>She walks slowly, arms crossed, looking at the ground as she moves
>"Thanks again Anon, this really means a lot."
"Sure, anytime Fluttershy."
>The voice coming from under your mask is almost comical, but she seems content
>House after house the group walks to, the older pair of you waiting out by the street while the kids make bank
>The air gets a bit nippy from a light breeze, and leaves scratch across the pavement
>You don't say much, in order to avoid sounding like an idiot
>Flutters doesn't speak much either, probably out of shyness, which she's famous for
>But as the night progresses, you notice that she slowly closes the gap between the two of you
>By the time the sun is down, she's almost touching you as you walk
>It's a good thing that it's cold, otherwise you'd probably be sweating under your fur lined coat
>"BOO!"
>You jump about a mile as an unknown assailant shouts from behind
>Fluttershy doesn't notice though, since she herself almost went to the moon
>Looking back, you spot Jason Voorhees run off laughing, machete in one hand and rainbow hair spilling out from under a hockey mask
"Well...that was something."
>Then Fluttershy grabs your hand
 
>You look down at your hand first, not sure how to respond
>Then you take a look at Fluttershy, who still scans the area for other sources of jumpscares
"Are you alright?"
>She nods and squeaks, seemingly trying to collect herself
>"I'm sorry Anon, I get scared easily..."
"It's okay, I get scared sometimes too."
>Her fingers don't loosen a bit as she starts to walk after the kids again
>You have to remind yourself that you're behind a mask right now, and there's no reason to sperg the fuck out
>Fluttershy seems a lot calmer now, at least
>Her fingers are cold from the fall air, but soft
>It feels nice
>And just like that, the night continues, now with pleasant hand holding
>At the end of a particularly dark cul de sac, Fluttershy calls the kids over
>"Come on guys, it's too dark now, we need to go home."
>The kids groan disappointingly, and Pipsqueak looks about ready to mutiny
>Fluttershy fixes them with a stern look that surprises even you, and they cave in
>Back to the house you trod in the wake of the kids
>At some point Fluttershy let go of your hand
>Pipsqueak is adjacent to you, and you look down into his sack of candy
"Hey England, you want to hook me up with some loot?"
>"Sure, here ya go."
>He hands you a 100 grand bar with an evil look fixed on his face, like he's tricking you or some shit
>You slide up your mask and pop it into your mouth without hesitating
"Joke's on you buddy, 100 grands are easily the best candy bar in existence."
>Half the walk back you argue with the limey about Nestle versus Mars, makes little progress to educate the bastard
>Fluttershy just giggles at the debate, now shivering a bit in the brisk wind
 
>You quickly learn that children are impossible to argue with
>Either children, or it's just the Brit in him that stubbornly refuses to convert to American culture
>Most of your willpower goes toward not pulling a bunker hill on his ass
>At some point, you find yourself walking next to Fluttershy again, in total silence
>The lack of noise makes you content, since all you can hear is leaves and the occasional scream of a spooked child
>Nonetheless, you feel like you should make some sort of conversation with her
>You glance right, and see her arms crossed again, while she shakes visibly
>Remember Anon, you aren't Anon tonight, you are Bane, the hulking maniac who does what he does for that special girl he loves
>With an awkward shrug, you pull your coat off of your tactical vest
>It's heavy in one hand, and you hold it out to Flutters as you continue walking
"You appear to be freezing, would you care for a jacket?"
>The Bane accent stays strong, giving you oddly misplaced confidence
>"Oh Anon, I couldn't, you'll be too cold."
>It's quite true, your bare arms will freeze in minutes in this air
>But that'll at least give you a chance to flash your sweet gains in front of her
"I was born in the cold, molded by it..."
>Throwing caution to the winds, you drape the heavy jacket over her shoulders while she fails to protest
"...why, I wasn't warm until I was already a man."
>She giggles at the reference, maybe she's actually seen the movie
>The giant coat fails to compliment her bee outfit, but at least she's warm, and that's enough for you
>Chivalry ain't dead, it's simply confined in the minds of cowards
>Good thing you aren't a coward tonight
>Maybe you should act like Bane more often