I'm back-ish! So here's my entry to LunaticFromTheSun's Halloween Contest. Initially, I was going to go with an idea along the lines and title of "The Monster Under My Bed Is Moving", but after a while, I drew inspiration from something else and weighed my options between that story and this story. After a long debate with myself, I finally decided to use this story, even though I started on the other (RIP headstarts). Perhaps I will make a prequel explaining why things are how they are in this story titled the former mentioned. Eventually...who knows? Anyways, hope I'll be able to finish this in time, hope you guys enjoy and hope you guys get slightly unnerved. Besides, that's what Halloween's for, right? Anyways, to my competitors reading this (which they usually do, and when they do, I say hi!) good luck to you guys as well, and may the best writer win!

Another note: F!Robin is Roseclere, M!WiiFitTrainer is William

Chapter 1

The first holiday the students looked forward to after the first few months of high school (depending on how early they started) was Halloween. That bitter sweet day of scares and cavities raked in plenty of business for those stores that chose to participate in such dealings and decorate their surroundings with skulls and pumpkins made to give little children nightmares and fear entering the stores at all. Peach had no problems with those decorations, webs and all, and actually tried to convince the student body to decorate their school with their own versions of Halloween knickknacks. That idea barely reached the vice-president, something that hurt the always-pink-cladded girl on a deep personal level considering how her boyfriend was the student president. Peach moaned and sobbed to her friends of her woes like the drama queen she was born and raised to be. At the beginning, her friends took it with an amused grain of salt. However as the days drew near to the desired holiday, her friends couldn't take her bemoans any longer. Even though they knew that once the month was over she would return to her happy-go-lucky self, they couldn't stand listening to her complain how unfair the school was and how back at her elementary school they decorated the halls with spider webs and paper ghosts every day they meet with each other.

Roseclere flicked her eyes towards the class clock and saw that they still had plenty of time before first period started. She then turned her disapproving eye at her sighing friend, closing her book for once. "Come on, Peach. You should have known that they wouldn't have allowed Halloween decorations here. It could disrupt the classes."

"I know," Peach exhaled noisily and ruefully. "But what's the point of celebrating Halloween without the decorations?" Her albino friend had to laugh at that.

"You've always been a fan of decorating the most random things. I still have that glitter crayon you made for me in third grade."

"Eh, cheer up, Peach," Shulk turned around to grin at his two friends. "At least our teachers are gonna give us extra credit if we dress up on Halloween. You can be a princess again."

"I guess so…" the girl sighed again. Her two friends exchanged a quick look. Perhaps it was time for them to reveal what they had in mind to make this Halloween a bit more special than all the other Halloweens put together. For as long as they could remember, they always went trick-or-treating together in multiple neighbors even if some people considered them to be "too old" for such "childish nonsense". There was absolutely no shame in getting free candy on a perfectly spooky, cold night. Besides it was another way for them to spend time together. However Roseclere and Shulk had something even better planned to celebrate their last year of high school with each other. Shulk turned around fully, leaning against the back of his chair.

"Hey, Peach. Remember that fortuneteller that just moved in?" he asked excitedly. The blonde nodded slowly, the question clear on her face. Her group of friends had already discussed about the green-haired woman who recently came into town near the end of summer. Went by the name "Lady Palutena", she was an acclaimed fortuneteller who moved from town to town, gracing the people with her skills and allowing them to see the bright or dreary future that she envisioned all the time. Rumors soon circulated and quickly passed lips in their small town at the new, unexpected arrival. Lady Palutena was never seen in person, causing people to speculate that perhaps she didn't want to stain her powers by stepping into the outside world. Some confessed that her predictions always came true while others were obviously distrustful of somebody with claims of supernatural powers. Although Roseclere had been skeptical about the whole affair, Shulk and Peach wanted to meet up with her right away, Peach because she wanted to know her future and Shulk because he had a thing for the occult. When they attempted to visit Lady Palutena with their friend who boastfully called himself Captain Falcon and refused to respond to anything else, they were stopped by her son, Pit, who happened to be a new student in their school. He had told them that his mother wasn't seeing anybody for the time being and turned them away. At the mentioning of Lady Palutena, Peach's ears still rang with the slam of the wooden door in front of their faces.

Roseclere smiled, "Well, we managed to schedule an appointment with her. Turns out, her 'powers' are at their peak on Halloween. Since we were among the first ones to ask about seeing her, Pit told us that we could come over at 6 o'clock on Halloween night." Her tone left no doubt that she was tagging along simply for her friends and not the fact that she really did believe in those kinds of doings. The bubbly girl immediately straightened up at the sound of that.

"Really?" she squealed, all regrets of their unornamented school vanishing in the wind. She clapped her hands excitedly at the good news. Shulk and Roseclere grinned at each other as Peach's smile literally lit up the whole room. "I just can't wait! I wonder what my future's going to be like? It'll be amazing if Mario and I actually lived happily ever after and I still get to see you guys! Oh! Wouldn't it be wonderful if you finally found a girlfriend, Shulk?"

"Whoa! Hold it there! What's that supposed to mean?"

Peach giggled, "I'm only joking, Shulk. I'm sure you'll find somebody for you soon." Her friend shrugged indifferently.

"Doesn't really matter to me."

"But it should! There's nothing better than love!"

As her two friends continued to converse about love and their excitement of finally seeing the famed Lady Palutena, Roseclere looked to the door where the last student of the class entered. She gave a smile when she recognized him. Waving a hand at him, she called out:

"Hey, Pit! Thanks for the invite!"

The raven-haired boy just blinked his red eyes at her before shrugging. He walked to his seat and sat down without a sound or acknowledgement to any other students. Roseclere frowned slightly at his behavior. She noticed that although Pit had recently moved in at the beginning of the year, he still hasn't made any friends up to this point. He always seemed to be by himself during all parts of the day. Whenever the bell rang for the much-awaited end, he always dashed off, some feathers of his black wings fluttering to the floor from the force of the wind. Initially, the principal forbid him from wearing those. However, rumor had it that Lady Palutena had a "talk" with him. Needless to say, Pit wore his fake wings every from that moment on. He never let anybody touch them and always seemed to know when somebody was close to doing the impossible, something he may have inherited from his mother. They had tried to stop him a couple of times to get him to hang out with them, but they never manage to pin him down. Roseclere wondered if the reason for his rapid escape had to do something with his mom. Having a famous mom that could see into the future must be rough considering how she would know what he wanted to do even before he formed the idea.

Yet at certain points of the day, she would get the feeling that somebody was watching them. Whenever she turned around to the point where the observer might be, Pit always brushed past her to get to wherever he needed to go. Roseclere had an ill-feeling that Pit was the mysterious observer, but she couldn't find any substantial evidence to support her suspicions. Although she appreciated what her sixth sense was telling her, she needed hardcore facts to really prove to herself what's happening. The student wanted to tell her friends about it yet couldn't find the right moment to bring up the shy, new kid.

She didn't realize that she was still staring at him until she noticed Peach's smirk through her peripheral. Roseclere blushed, though she had absolutely no idea why she would do such a thing when she had nothing to be ashamed of. She turned around, mind racing for a convenient excuse, "What's with that look?"

"I think somebody has a crush on a certain, black-haired individual!" Peach chirped.

"What? No I don't!" despite her protests, Roseclere's cheeks continued to flush red. She felt a small flame of irritation when Peach wouldn't stop her smirking. It didn't look like a smirk coming from the sweet girl's face, but it held all the smugness that could be displayed by such a smirk. "I'm not crushing on anybody!" she said indignantly, working to keep her volume low. To her dismay, Peach continued her smile. Shulk switched his attention back and forth. He was glad that Peach was distracted by their friend to not bug him about his girlfriendless status. However, he felt bad for Roseclere as she was now under fire. He searched his mind for something to placate the situation. Thankfully before anybody could say anything else, their teacher entered the room. The three friends faced forward again.

Shulk breathed a sigh of relief. Even though the teacher's interruption did nothing more than delay the inevitable questioning, it at least gave Peach time to possibly, yet not likely, forget about the whole incident. As he opened his eyes towards the board, red orbs met his own blue spheres. The student jumped slightly in his chair from the sudden interest that lit Pit's eyes. His friends didn't seem to notice his startle.

Truthfully, Shulk wasn't sure what to think about the new kid. Like Roseclere, he noticed how Pit tended to keep to himself and refused another's company. He didn't mind that the boy turned him and his friends away when they went calling unannounced, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was just…off with him. It was just a feeling, but Shulk wasn't ready to discredit it just because he felt it at a brief moment. It would always return whenever he got close to Pit, albeit subtly and at the very last moment. That feeling returned now, and he couldn't shake it off so easily.

He wanted to turn his eyes away from Pit's steady gaze. However his head refused to move, his eyes locked in place. Shulk had to continue his staring contest with the new kid. He was finally allowed to blink in surprise when Pit's red eyes suddenly reflected his own sapphire sea. Though there was almost no lag time from Shulk's blinking, he saw that Pit's eyes once again shone ruby. The young man rubbed his eyes in disbelief. When he looked up again, he felt a chill run down his spine when Pit's lips curved into a small, cold smile. His eyes shone with silent laughter before he turned back to face the board. An even more unsettling sensation crept on the young man as he suddenly realized that was the first signs of expression he had seen Pit ever make. The feeling wouldn't leave Shulk for the rest of the day.

…

The desired night soon came to be. Peach and Shulk could hardly wait for six o'clock to arrive so that they could go to Lady Palutena's already. Surprisingly, Captain Falcon was a bit more patient than usual. Perhaps it had something to do with how certain he was with his own future. Roseclere, of course, had no interest in the exaggerations the fortuneteller claimed. While they waited for Time to quickly wind forward, the four friends strolled through the neighborhood containing the fortuneteller's house. Most of the houses had impressive decorations yet others simply sulked with their plain appearance. Grinning pumpkins, gray tombstones, purple spiders, shiny cauldrons, clean grass, creaking doors, puffy tents, the district had it all. Roseclere couldn't resist a shriek when a dirty rat scurried across their path. It turned out only to be a robotic toy that scurried back into a house's yard. Peach, of course, delighted in such creativity of decorations.

"You're a lot jumpier than usual, Rose," Shulk commented. The young woman looked to her friend as she hugged herself.

"I don't know…I think it's just the Halloween jitters or something…"

"There's no such thing as Halloween jitters!" Captain Falcon proudly claimed. "It's just called FEAR!"

Roseclere rolled her eyes at the grinning student. She wondered to herself how she was able to put up with his wild antics for so long. "Douglas, jitters is another word for fear." She waited for a reply before realizing that at his name, Captain Falcon just stopped listening to her. She huffed in frustration and felt Shulk's reassuring hand patting her shoulder.

"It's all right if you would rather trick-or-treat, Rose," Peach chimed in. "You don't have to come with us." Her albino friend quickly shook her head.

"It's fine. I'll come with you guys. There's no use trick-or-treating when you don't have your friends with you."

"Besides, trick-or-treating is for KIDS!" Captain Falcon posed.

Shulk grinned at him, "Says the guy who races around our neighborhood trying to get the most candy."

"That's not trick-or-treating. That's going for the kill."

"Going for the kill of your teeth," Roseclere muttered, yet she smiled at her friend's statement. Their playful bantering helped ease her shivers quite noticeably. She caught Captain Falcon's eyes, and he winked knowingly at her.

"It's right there!" Peach pointed towards their destination. Without waiting for her friends, she quickly sprinted towards it. The sight of his friend running ignited the competitive flame in Captain Falcon. He rapidly dashed forth, easily passing his friend. After giving a shout of surprise, Shulk also ran, leaving Roseclere behind. The poor student tried her best to catch up, but she wasn't exactly track-and-field material. She thought bitterly that if something was chasing them, she would be the first to go. She shook the bothering thought away before focusing on catching up. The young woman skidded to a stop where her friends stood staring at their destination. At the sight of her panting for breath, Shulk scratched his head sheepishly, ashamed that he had forgotten that Roseclere wasn't known for her running skills. When she straightened up, he gave her an apologetic look, something that she forgivingly waved away.

The four friends stood quietly in front of the house that initially refused them. Compared to the other ornate homes, Lady Palutena's was plain to the extreme. White-washed with a gray roof and small porch, the house grew a freshly-mowed lawn encased a white picket fence. While some houses without decorations turned off their lights to inspire a "deserted house" feeling, the windows proudly shone their yellow sparkle. A tall shadow passed the window, signaling to the friends that the fortuneteller was indeed inside.

The first to break out of his trance was Captain Falcon. He opened the gate and stood to the side, sweeping his hand genteelly. "Ladies," his white smile was clear underneath his helmet. Peach giggled before curtsying to her friend while Roseclere simply rolled her eyes. The two friends walked towards the house with their male friends trailing behind. Taking the steps up, the four friends stood before the door. Peach stretched out her hand to press the doorbell.

When you press a doorbell, there's usually a pause for the person on the other side to reach the door and open it. Yet before she could even retract her hand, which would have taken a mere second, the door yanked open, startling the four. Pit stood on the other side, his school uniform replaced with a black tunic with a blue scarf. He wore gold bracelets and anklets with strange-looking, black boots. A golden laurel crown shone from his black hair. Raven wings spread from behind, difficult to locate due to the lack of lighting inside.

He spread out his arms towards them in a hospitable gesture. "Welcome…Lady Palutena has been expecting you…" he remained expressionless despite the shock on his guest's face. "Please," he took a step to the side to allow them passage, "come inside…"

Yes, I know that I just described Dark Pit and called him Pit. There is an explanation for that-ish, I assure you. But you guys don't have to trust me. I'm crazy. And insane.