Fear of the Dark Descent

Well, here it is, my first Halloween based horror story. I hope you all like, favorite, follow and review. I've had some practice with Say You're Sorry and A Wrong Turn, so I really really hope this lives up to expectations. And a heeded warning: Like in the summary, when I say no one is safe, I mean NO ONE is safe. That means if I kill off one of your favorite characters do not flame or bitch about it because I WILL ignore it. This is MY story and unless I need a really cool idea, no one will sway me from how it turns out. Anyways, onto the story. And, congratulations to SergeantTJCalhoun64 and Dark Demon122. I couldn't decide on a name, so I combined their ideas into 'Fear of the Dark Descent.' And one final thing, the story cover, is ME dressed as Michael Myers at the movie theater I work at ;)

(Date: October 30th. Late Halloween Eve. Location: Sugar Rush)

Every game character in the cheery bright game of Sugar Rush was busy preparing everything for Halloween. Normally, this yearly ritual wouldn't cause a double-take, but this time around, this would be Sugar Rush's first Halloween with its first update. Only being updated several months prior, everyone was itching to celebrate the major holidays as adults. "Alright Gloyd!" The game's leader, Vanellope von Schweetz, called out to a boy wearing an orange pumpkin hat, "we need your floating Jack-O-Lanterns near the entrance now!" She instructed the Halloween themed racer. Gloyd smiled as he popped the trunk of his candy corn kart and brought out the Jack-O-Lanterns.

"Here ya go Vanellope!" Gloyd replied, "this is gonna be the best Halloween ever," he commented, "I can't wait for the costume contest!" He tacked on. Vanellope secretly smirked, for she had a little trick up her sleeve for her fellow characters. She took out her clipboard and checked off the floating Jack-O-Lanterns and quickly slipped off over to her boyfriend, Rancis Fluggerbutter.

"Hey Flugs, nice job on the graveyard around the castle," she said happily in his ear. Rancis yelped and whirled around, not knowing that anyone was the there, and clutched his chest.

"Geez Nelly!" He whined, "don't sneak up on me like that!" He told her. Vanellope giggled and hugged him, calming his nerves in an instant. Rancis rolled his eyes and stepped back to take a look at the graveyard he spent hours on.

"That graveyard is absolutely perfect Rancis, I mean that," Vanellope said with a quick peck to his cheek. Rancis gave a slight blush and smiled.

"I'm glad you do Nelly, I think it'll scare some people coming to try to steal our candy," he replied, "and by the way," he said seductively, "care to tell me what your big surprise for the game is?" He asked, wrapping his arm around her waist. Vanellope chuckled and playfully pushed him off.

"Uh-uh Flugs, it's a surprise, you can wait until tonight," Vanellope instructed him. Rancis put on his Bassett Hound eyes to beg, but Vanellope didn't have any of it. "Sorry Rancis, but at any rate, I have to go see Stinkbrain," she said as she threw the clipboard and pen to Rancis.

"Damn, oh well, at least she's my girlfriend," Rancis muttered to himself as he straightened out one of the tombstones. Back with Gloyd, he had just finished putting the final floating Jack-O-Lantern near the entrance of the game. He then tested out the scream function, which worked fine. Pulling out some candles, Gloyd inserted them into the Jack-O-Lanterns and lit them.

"Perfect, let's see anyone top this," Gloyd commented as he played the evil laugh. Poor Candlehead who was entering the game, screamed and cowered below the floating orange orbs.

"Gloyd! Why do you have to be so mean?" Candlehead exclaimed and straightened out her outfit. Gloyd laughed and wiped a tear from his eye and then put a hand on Candlhead's shoulder.

"Candlehead, when it comes to 'Trick or treat,' I'm the trick guy, so I'm just having fun okay?" He instructed her and patted her back. Candlehead rolled her eyes and walked away, muttering about how much of a jerk Gloyd was. The Halloween prankster chuckled and put away his Halloween things before cooking up some more pranks.

(With Vanellope)

Vanellope had made her way from Sugar Rush to Game Central Station, contently humming the famous 'Halloween' theme song from the classic 1978 slasher film. Against Ralph's wishes, Vanellope had a viewing of Halloween just two nights ago. She remembered how frightened Candlehead was, yet at the same time, it creeped her out how happy some of the others were while they were watching the movie. She shrugged it off, and kept walking briskly through Game Central Station. "Hey kiddo!" Vanellope heard someone call out as she arrived at the gate for Fix-It Felix Jr. She looked to her left and saw Ralph waving to her from Tapper's gate.

"Stinkbrain!" Vanellope replied as she glitched all the way out to the huge wrecker and embraced him in a hug. "I was just about to go see ya, I have something really cool to tell you!" She said excitedly as they released their hug. Ralph ruffled her hair and then put his hands on his hips.

"Really? If it's something cool," Ralph said, thinking hard of what it could be. He then snapped his fingers, finally deciding on an answer. "Are you finally breaking up with Rancis?" Ralph asked jokingly. He chuckled while Vanellope playfully glared and lightly punched his arm. The two loved joking around with each other. But Vanellope really didn't like how Ralph made fun of Rancis sometimes.

"Yeah right Ralphie, why don't you stop wrecking random crap then?" She replied with a smirk, "like him or not, Rancis and I are together, and one day, you'll accept him," she scolded Ralph as they started walking into Tapper's bar.

"Oh? And what day might that be young lady?" Ralph asked curiously. True, he really didn't like Rancis, but not of the reason everyone assumed. He didn't like the idea of any boy dating Vanellope, whom everyone, even Vanellope, considered her to be his daughter. Ralph popped some pretzels in his mouth as Tapper began filling up some mugs of root beer for the two video game avatars.

"Our wedding day," Vanellope replied cheerfully. Ralph gasped and got some pretzel lodged in his trachea. Vanellope whacked his back hard, forcing the piece of food to fly out of Ralph's mouth, landing perfectly in the garbage. "Take it easy there Ralphie boy, I was just kidding around," Vanellope assured him. 'For now anyways,' she said to her mind. Ralph sipped on some root beer to get his throat clear to speak. He breathed a huge sigh of relief and gasped once air started circulating through his lungs.

"Don't scare me like that Vanellope," Ralph said as Vanellope chuckled, "so, what did you want to talk about?" Ralph asked curiously. Setting her glass down and letting out a tiny burp, Vanellope wiped her mouth with her sleeve and replied.

"Well, only between us, I'm not gonna do the costume contest in Sugar Rush this year," Vanellope said secretly, as if she were delivering a top secret message to James Bond. Ralph cocked an eyebrow at her, not completely sure of what to say.

"Why not Vanellope?" Ralph replied, "yours last year was fun, you were a great NASCAR driver," he joked whilst popping some more pretzels in his mouth. The President of Sugar Rush rolled her eyes set her empty mug down on the counter top.

"Yeah, but that's when we were kids; now we're older and I want to try something new," Vanellope explained to her best friend. Ralph smiled and ruffled her hair, earning him a giggle from sugary game avatar.

"I hope you find something else to entertain your friends with then," Ralph retorted and turned around in his seat to lean up on the counter top. He rested his arms behind him on the top of the counter to gaze upon the halloween decorations that adorned Tappers' game. Knowing Vanellope, Ralph would bet his life that she had something up her sleeve, but then again, he knew Vanellope, so it must be crazy.

"Don't sweat it Ralphie," Vanellope assured him, "I got it all under control, we're having a pranking contest," she said excitedly. Ralph's expression fell to that of a dull one.

"Really? You're older now and you think a pranking contest is 'mature' enough for you guys?" Ralph questioned. He should've figured that, but than again, the Sugar Rush characters have always been immature, so naturally they think the most childish things could be fun. "Well, when are you gonna let them know?" Ralph asked again.

"When I get back from here," Vanellope replied. She then checked the clock on the wall and deposited a few gold coins on the bar top and exited Tapper's after giving Ralph a farewell hug. Ralph smiled and shook his head as he sipped on another mug of root beer.

"Crazy kid," he muttered. He sighed, tired from his day. His gaze wondered over to a TV screen, which was playing Halloween.

(Back in Sugar Rush)

The Sugar Rush avatars were hanging out inside Vanellope's castle, exhausted from decorating for Halloween all day. All of them hung out in Vanellope's room since she was okay with it. Most of the girls sat in a corner, gossiping their brains out while Taffyta and Gloyd cuddled with each other and watched Vanellope's TV. Jubileena was laying in Swizzle's lap as the two sat on the floor next to the bed with the latter playing 'Hysteria' on his guitar. "I love Halloween," Gloyd commented as he continued to watch the television, "the holiday ain't bad either," he joked. Taffyta giggled and pulled Gloyd's arm around her more. Rancis rolled his eyes, only jealous of the fact that his girlfriend was not present at the time.

"So, who is gonna win the costume contest this year?" Jubileena asked. Swizzle stopped playing his guitar and set it aside.

"I don't know babe, but knowing how well Taffyta scares people she might get the 'threepeat,'" Swizzle joked. The strawberry lollipop racer smirked, loving the fact that she was the best at coming up with creative costumes. At that point, Vanellope materialized into her bedroom, earning a few shrieks from game avatars that were unprepared for the sudden appearance of their leader. Gloyd paused the movie to let Vanellope speak.

"Hey guys, did ya miss me?" She joked as she wiped a tear from her eye. Rancis sat up and hugged his girlfriend, "well it's obvious you did," Vanellope remarked. Rancis chuckled a bit and Swizzle smirked while rolling his eyes. Vanellope looked back to the rest of the game avatars and clapped her hands together, "come on downstairs guys!" she declared, "I have a very important meeting to get done with you," she concluded and opened the door for everyone. The sugary adults looked weirdly at each other and shrugged as they left Vanellope's room.

"Nelly, what's this all about?" Rancis asked curiously as he escorted her downstairs.

"It's a surprise Flugs, can't tell you yet," Vanellope teased. Rancis was always an impatient one, especially when it came to surprises, and Vanellope loved that about him. Rancis put on his best basset hound eyes, but Vanellope pushed him away with a giggle.

(Downstairs in the dining room)

Several candy servants served a scrumptious dinner of Pepsi Max, ice cream sandwiches, licorice sticks and candy corn. "Okay Vanellope," Gloyd said after he wolfed down his food, "what's this big meeting about, because if it's about Halloween, you gotta let at least me know," he joked. Everyone chuckled at his joke, yet at the same time, looked back to Vanellope. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve and stood up.

"Fine Mr. Impatient Pants," she commented, half jokingly, half seriously, "since this is our very first Halloween with our adult upgrade, I've decided to not do the annual costume contest," she declared. After she said that, her ears were met with utensils clanging to the floor, cups breaking on the floor, and Taffyta choking on a licorice stick. Gloyd gave her the Heimlich Maneuver.

"WHAT?!" Taffyta shouted after dislodging the obstruction in her esophagus, "why in Tobikomi's name would you get rid of the costume contest?" She demanded with venom and fire in her eyes.

"I thought you might say that Taffyta," Vanellope nonchalantly remarked, "however, I, the greatest President ever, have come up with an even better Halloween activity," she bragged. Gloyd, being ever so obsessed with the holiday, clenched his seat with his hands to the point that it cracked.

"Tell us please! I have to know!" Gloyd begged, earning a few laughs from the other racers. Vanellope purposefully kept Gloyd waiting, waiting to see if he would have a panic attack.

"Alright alright, just get ahold of yourself," she finally told Gloyd, "we're going to do a pranking contest, starting tomorrow," she explained. Everyone looked around at each other with excitement in their eyes.

"This is great Vanellope!" Sticky commented. The leader smiled, knowing that a pranking contest would be well received against the costume contest. However, Vanellope wasn't ready for the outburst by Gloyd.

"FUCK YEAH!" He yelled, "just give me the trophy right now guys, you can't beat me," he bragged while winking at his girlfriend. Vanellope smiled uncomfortably, rousing suspicion in Gloyd. "What's wrong Vanellope?" He asked worriedly. He could tell Vanellope had something to tell him, and it only scared him that it looked like bad news.

"Well Gloyd, I was thinking that you," she started, but stopped halfway, struggling to find the right words, "since you're programmed to be a prankster, I think it would be unfair to let you participate since you'd just automatically win," she said sheepishly and looked away from her friend. Gloyd's right eye began twitching, and he started sputtering out sentence fragments.

"Wha, bu, why?!" He demanded, "that's like telling Jeff Gordon he can't race at Martinsville because he's better than everyone there!" He said angrily, "come on guys," he looked around to the rest of the game's populous of playable characters, "you have to let me compete," he begged them. The others looked around at each other before Taffyta commented on the situation.

"Sorry Pumpkin," she soothed her boyfriend, "but Vanellope has a point, you'd have a real unfair advantage, but you still are the best prankster ever," she added on, hoping that he would not be mad, but she was dead wrong.

"Gloyd, you can still be a judge at least," Rancis came up with. Everyone else agreed to this, except for Gloyd.

"A judge!?" He screamed, inciting fear amongst his fellow racers, "FUCK THAT!" He yelled at them. Gloyd then turned his gaze upon Taffyta, "I can't believe you'd betray me like this Taffy," he said both angrily and sadly as tears formed in his eyes. He then wiped the tears from his eyes and stomped away, slamming the door in the process. Everyone felt a little bad for Gloyd, but they shrugged it off.

"Well, I had a feeling he'd be upset," Vanellope said solemnly, "but maybe we can name the award after him," she suggested, "what do you think Taffyta?" she tagged on. Taffyta ignored Vanellope, feeling horrible about Gloyd.

"Sorry guys, I have something more important to take care of," she exclaimed as she abruptly ran out of the castle. Taffyta thanked Tobikomi when she got outside and found Gloyd just getting into his kart. It was getting dark, so Gloyd was doing his best to get the hell home. "GLOYD!" She called out as he started his kart. He revved the engine as she tried to speak to him. "Come on Gloyd, please listen!" She begged him, her patience beginning to thin.

"I can't hear you!" Gloyd mocked her as he revved his engine and sped off for home. Taffyta glared at the kart growing smaller and smaller as he raced away from her.

"FINE, GO TO HELL GLOYD ORANGEBOAR!" She yelled. Taffyta kicked some cinnamon dirt away and walked slowly back inside. She was greeted with curious stares from everyone who was still sitting at the dining table.

"So, what'd he say Taffyta?" Swizzle asked. Gloyd was one of Swizzle's best friends, so naturally he was worried about his prankster friend. Taffyta shot Swizzle a glare that basically told him, 'Shut the fuck up.' Swizzle backed down and averted his eyes away from Taffyta's death glare.

"Don't worry about it Taffyta," Rancis assured her, "Gloyd'll bounce back, especially when we tell him he's the only judge and the award is named after him," he said cheerily. Taffyta glared down at her food.

"Who gives a fuck?" She asked herself. Taffyta then looked around to see someone missing, "hey, where'd Minty go?" She asked.

"Oh, she left to go get a drink," Torvald replied about her sister.

"But, it's getting late, there'll be no one around, even Tapper," Taffyta said.

(With Gloyd)

The Halloween-themed racer slammed on his brakes as he pulled into his candy corn surrounded driveway. He shut off the engine which was hot from his pedal to the metal driving, but it was icy cold compared to his emotions. "THEY'RE JUST JEALOUS!" He screamed to himself as he ripped the door to his house open. It slammed shut, so hard that a few pictures were knocked from the walls and shattered onto the floor. "MOTHER FUCKING CRY BABIES!" He shouted as his fist came into contact with one of his walls, producing a good sized hole, but not hurting his hand. Gloyd sat down on his couch, eyes glazed over with black circles under them. His breathing was ragged, almost perfectly mirroring that of Michael Meyers' from "Halloween." "They're just afraid of me beating them, they know I'm the best," he said to himself. Trying to get his mind off of being literally insulted and cheated, Gloyd grabbed his TV remote and turned it on. It whirred onto a replay of the Goody's Fast Relief 500 at Martinsville Speedway.

"The long dry spell is over as Jeff Gordon collects his 8th win at MARTINSVILLE!" The TV announcer declared. Gloyd's expression turned from pissed off to slightly happy. Gloyd felt, uncomfortable though, as if, someone or something was watching him. He looked outside and yelped a little at a figure outside, but it was only his pumpkin headed scarecrow. He closed the curtains and turned back to the TV.

"That's my boy Jeff," he said as he sipped on a beer. He watched the post-race celebration, but unbeknownst to him, something else was outside his home, in his pumpkin patch. Gloyd could still feel something watching him, and he sank lower in the couch. "I wish my Taffy was here," he silently told himself. Outside, The Shape slowly moved around, and stepped on a twig, alerting Gloyd. "What in the hell?" He asked himself. Slowly, Gloyd sat up from his couch and silently crept over to his window. It was dark, but Gloyd saw something move outside. The figure stepped on one of his pumpkins, destroying it. Gloyd gritted his teeth and ripped open the door to his closet, producing a Remington 870 pump-action shotgun filled with sweet seeker bullets. He kicked down his front door with a flashlight on his forehead and pointed his shot gun at the figure. "HEY YOU! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY PUMPKINS!" He shouted and fired a warning shot into the air, briefly illuminating the area. The figure didn't flinch and started slowly walking towards Gloyd. "Alright, you asked for it asshole," Gloyd said and pumped the empty shell from his gun and fired another round. The shotgun shell, didn't slow the person down. They kept slowly walking towards the pumpkin boy.

"AHHHHH!" Gloyd shouted as he ran toward the figure and wacked its head with the butt of his gun. The figure grunted and grabbed Gloyd's neck. He started sputtering for air and grabbing at the figure's hands. "N-no please," Gloyd begged. The figure then looked around and grabbed Gloyd's axe he used to cut the pumpkin stalks and raised it to Gloyd's face. The boy's face drained color and his eyes started pouring out tears. "P-p-please! Don't kill me!" Gloyd begged again. The figure lowered the axe, making Gloyd feel a little better. The figure's head cocked from side to side, as if studying Gloyd. The breathing of the figure intensified as they reared back and threw Gloyd through his window, shattering it. Gloyd landed on his stomach and coughed as he picked himself up. Shards of glass stuck to his face and trickles of blood ran down from his forehead and cheeks. Gloyd looked down and saw a rib poking through his shirt. He screamed in pain as he touched the blood soaked spot on his shirt. Gloyd felt himself get picked up into the air and the last thing he knew was the figure throwing him through his TV. The television crackled and threw off bolts of electricity as Gloyd's body crashed through the monitor. The TV set whirred to a stop, smoke trailing out of the sides, front and back. The Shape then slowly approached Gloyd's body and reached out to it...

END CHAPTER 1

So, how was that for a first chapter? Yes sorry if it's a little slow, but I wanted some growth before I slaughtered somebody. So I hoped you liked it and look for Chapter 2 coming soon. PS, do I pull off a good Michael Meyers or WHAT?