Perfect In That Fucked-Up Kind-Of-Way.

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Title: Perfect in that Fucked-Up Kind-Of-Way.
Summary: Christmas. It’s not as cool as Halloween but the residents of Turgid Meadows are getting ready for this gift-giving holiday. And a few certain residents are taking this time to change. After a chance chat with her mother, Zndy dyes her black and white hair, pink and white?-changing her Goth streak. A strange connection between Caramell and Devil Lad is discovered, and Teddy’s about to bring a completely new meaning to “Deck The Halls.”
Possible Pairings: OCxFinch. OCxDevil Lad. OCxMr. Kitty. OCxPigPig.
Rating: Mature for language and violence. It is I Luv Halloween after all.
Fandom: I Luv Halloween…duh.

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Story:

Chapter One: Caramell.

The brisk smell of snow surrounded Turgid Meadows. It was calming, peaceful. Different from that terrible, gruesome smell autumn brought, the smell of Halloween. This new smell was of another sacred holiday. Or not so scared for some people. Like those ghoulish Trick-or-Treaters that always caused trouble-big-breasted bitches and their football playing boyfriends, aliens by the bucket load, undead servants, and zombie nurses. Yes, zombie nurses. It all happened in the town of Turgid Meadows. It was so crazy how everything seemed to go wrong on October 31st.

However, it was December now. Nothing had ever gone wrong on a December day besides an overload of snowfall. It was a blessed month, that December. Everyone was so happy and kind to each other. All those children did was build snowmen and the worst thing that could happen would be a snowball fight. Even they knew it was to cold for their zombie slaves to come out. The adults were all too busy with Christmas shopping for their kids, parents, relatives-matter they be in Turgid Meadows or South Africa!

In the trailer park section of town, a boy pulled himself over a tall pail of snow, his tennis shoes digging into it, freezing his socks. He wished he had worn snow boots, but his mother had said he did not need them. On the other hand, more of she told him to wear them, but he didn’t pay attention. Like always.

Anyways, he was wearing his crappy, old blue sneakers instead of his new, black snow boots. Thanks immaturity. He came falling down from the middle of the pile on the other side, landing on his feet. He was freezing now and pulled his red scarf tighter around his pink jacket. He shivered. Now wonder. He hated winter. Nevertheless, he had nothing better to do besides sit in his room and watch TV all day long. Might as well visit an old friend.

The boy rapped on the door of a nicer trailer than the others did, but nevertheless a trailer in the middle of a trailer park filled with people like Bubbles Ethan and that Squeak friend of his. Did that kid even have a name? The boy did not know and would rather not to care. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps inside the trailer.
The metal door opened up and he smiled.

The person on the other side was a girl. With long, following black hair that reached to the middle of her back, falling over her shoulders and some pajamas with skulls and hearts all over them. A pink clip held it over her right eye; the left one had strands of black hair falling over it. Her golden eyes peered at the boy behide emo glasses and her teeth were lined with braces-but they just made her look cuter instead of dorkier.

“Devin!” she exclaimed cheerfully. “Hello!” Her red and black braces showed off when she smiled.

“Hello, Caramell,” the boy the girl had called Devin replied. “Long times no see, then…”

“Very long time this time, Devin,” the girl replied. She noticed how Devin shivered. “God, you really do belong in the bowels of hell, dude! Get in now!” she ordered, stepping aside. Devin smirked, but he followed her orders, walking into her trailer.

It was roomy in that only-child kind of way. However, more of only-person, seeing as how Caramell lived on her own. The trailer park had been the only place she could live peacefully without having to pay as much as those nicer houses down the street, like Devin’s house. The trailer was messy, but like said, in that way that told you only one person lived there. The TV was buzzing with black and white lines, like a movie had been watched and than paused-probably a few seconds before when the boy had knocked on the door. Food sat around in some places and books upon books, of every subject imaginable.

Caramell smiled at Devin as she took a seat on a seemingly decaying chair, as he took a seat on a browning couch. But who could blame the girl for the crap she had? Caramell paid for her life with two jobs, one at as a bellhop at a hotel, another at Burger King. Devin almost snickered at remembering how one of his friends had been when he saw her at the fast food place, giggling and laughing, and than walking up and flirting at her for her uniform-which was returned with a very hard slap to the face.

“What brings you here today?”

“Huh?” Devin muttered, turning his attention back to the girl on the chair in front of him. She repeated herself. Devin replied. “Just…felt like saying hi. Forgot to stop by last Halloween.”

“How come? I thought maybe one of those aliens got you!”

“No! They didn’t! No one but some kid nicknamed Triple K’s dad got hurt…or more of killed…. But that’s not the point!” he chuckled quickly.

“Kevin? Poor kid! He always made going to the doctor’s fun…”

“Well, think of it this way, Caramell! No more doctor to even go to!”

“Yeah, that’s true. Hey don’t change the subject!”

“What subject? Aren’t we talking about death?” Devin asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t play smart, Devin,” Caramell snapped, also raising an eyebrow. “Or I’ll take away your mask.”

“You wouldn’t dare-!”

“I made it!” the girl said. “I have every right to take it back!”

“Don’t worry,” Devin answered. “I’ll be a good boy.”

“Better.”

Devin and Caramell didn’t speak for a while. Devin’s mind wondered again to the girl. Caramell… that didn’t sound real…. There he went again. Whenever he actually thought about it, he always wondered if Caramell was really the name her parents had given her on the day of her birth. Maybe, but it was very unlikely. He always wanted to ask her to question of her name, but maybe there was a reason she had a fake name. Maybe it was like the way he had a fake name. Maybe she was actually PigPig. Devin chuckled at that. It was stupid. PigPig was too short to be Caramell.

Devin stared at the TV, watching the black and white bars buzz. It was addicting. They passed over themselves in weird patterns, some buzzing side to side while others went up and down. He noticed a simple remote on a coffee table between him and Caramell. His hands itched to grab it and press play. For now, he would just talk to Caramell.

“So, how have you been?” he asked the girl, twirling a small strand of his own black hair in his hand. He put his gaze back on Caramell, waiting for her response.

“Fine…”

“That doesn’t sound certain.”

“Like I said, don’t be fucking smart-ass.”

“Bring on the words, sister.”

“Don’t say sister, it sounds gay.”

Devin smirked as he stopped twirling his hair. It did sound kinda gay, coming from a guy. If he had been born a girl, maybe it would have been nicer. Again, the teenager’s gaze went to the buzzing TV. His hand was inches away from the remote… He grabbed it and looked for the play button. Caramell tensed and dove for the controller, leaping at him. He found the familiar little green arrow and it turned the video that had been playing on the TV back on. It was a porno. But not just any porno, it looked like a cartoon porno!

Caramell’s light face slowly turned a few shades of bright red in embarrassment. She gulped, and tore the remote from Devin’s frozen hand. He was also still, staring at the TV screen in horror, shock, and a little bit of perverseness. When it went off, he blinked. His gaze went back to Caramell and he smirked, holding back a loud and annoying laugh. Caramell glared at him, still turning red as she gripped the remote tightly.

“Was that a-?”

“Shut up.”

“It was!”

“Listen to me: ‘Shut up!’”

“Cool.”

Caramell stared confused and horrified at Devin, her eyebrows lowering to make her look angry and confused at the same time. He’d just said cool? Cool to what was on the TV screen?! She didn’t know he was like that…. Maybe he was just saying it to say it, like when she questioned his sexuality that one night two Halloweens ago for kicks; and he had answered cool to “Do you think of Finch when you see, hear, or watch naked girls possibly? It could mean you’re a homosexual!”

Caramell and Devin sat in silence next to each other. Devin was itching to grab the remote a second time, just like he had been itching to do it the first time. However, he did not need to do as he did last time, he was more cautious now. Caramell played with her hair as she stared at the remote, her eyes digging into it. It made Devin feel frightful to grab it again, like her eyes could control its every moment….

[ironia]

Yay, I've always wanted to have a glimpse into the more normal side of life in Turgid Meadows. As in, outside Halloween. ^^

I'm liking it so far. Also a nice look into Caramell's life. Can't wait for more.

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Jul 26, 2008 14:11:11 GMT -9 ironia said:

Yay, I've always wanted to have a glimpse into the more normal side of life in Turgid Meadows. As in, outside Halloween. ^^

I'm liking it so far. Also a nice look into Caramell's life. Can't wait for more.

Hehe.

Chapter Two: Be a Bitch.


Spencer growled, his eye twitching in anger. Why was she always so good at this stuff?! Whenever he challenged PigPig to it, he won! Devil Lad? Win, win baby! Finch was trickier but he didn’t always lose. But her. She knew her stuff. Her insults were natural, as if she did not need to think about them, they just popped out of her mouth like rapid fire. He could not think fast enough when someone did it like that.

Zndy smirked, flipping her stepbrother off with both fingers. Her cat hissed from her head, sticking its tongue out at Spencer. The boy glared at her, flipping her off back. Both their eyes dug into each other’s skull. Spike ran by, shouting, “Phone rings!” Zndy and Spencer growled at each other and Zndy raced off downstairs. Spencer hissed and followed her.

Zndy slide on the rug, grabbing the phone before her stepbrother could. “Hello?” she asked, standing up straight and smirking at Spencer.

“Zndria? Is that you?” said a feminine voice from the other side.

“Who’s this?” Zndy asked, not knowing the voice.

“Oh!” came the voice, giggling. Zndy sighed. “It’s been such a long time, my dear Zndria,” the voice continued. “I almost forgot how old you were.”

“Who the hell am I speaking to?”

“Well, Zndria, it’s your mother.”

Zndy froze. Spencer saw her hand tighten around the phone; he thought it actually might break.

“Hello? Zndria?”

Zndy didn’t reply.

“Zndria, dear?”

Her mother?! Hell, why hadn’t she just called yesterday, when she was having a good day so she could ruin it! Why was she calling?! Especially to the house of her ex-husband’s second wife! Zndy was angered and sickened at the same time. She hung up the phone and noticed Spencer staring at her. “What’s wrong with you, bastard?! Go play with yourself!”

“Go finger yourself, bitch!”

“I’ll shove a knife up your crotch if you keep talking, you filthy little dick!”

Spencer shut up and Zndy smirked, walking away.

She barely heard him murmur, “Be a bitch.”


--.IL.HALL.--

She couldn’t help but look at her hair. Black. Like her mother’s. Well, there were those large streaks bleached white…. Zndy hadn’t noticed how those were slowly turning back to their original colors. But hadn’t she bleached it when she about thirteen; the day she’d met her stepfamily. That was almost four years ago now.

Four years felt like a long time. Had she really held up with Mr. Kitty that long? Totally, fallen for his two tall masked friends? Watched Spike, Moochie, and Kevin grow up macabrely? Damn, those kids were gonna be a handful next year. She just knew it… But just last year she’d soon became the only one in her little group to have seen Devil Lad’s true face-something that not even Mr. Kitty could brag about to her! Just last year when she had flashed Mr. Kitty – and Devil Lad, Finch, PigPig.

Zndy snapped the pencil in her hand. “Damn,” she muttered, opening a drawer in her desk and grabbing another one. She stared at her reflection in the mirror ahead of her. She brushed the strands of hair falling over her right eye away and sighed. Buttermilk purred from her lap, trying to sleep. She scratched his ear and he licked her fingers.

She turned her attention back to the notebook in front of her. She wrote all her stories in there, matter whatever the hell the effort in them.
Most of them were yaoies. There were a few yuries as well, some straight stuff. But Zndy rarely wrote anything straight. She had a reputation to live up to. She was one of the biggest writers on YaRiUNLIMITED.net, known only as Nelsons. The reason? Her fans loved the four boys Devil Lad, Finch, PigPig, and Mr. Kitty. She had even been commented on once with a “dude! how the hell do you come up with these characters?!” Her reply being “They just come to me I guess. Thank you.”

“I should finish up that Piggy and Kitty fucking one shouldn’t I?” Zndy wondered aloud. Her cat purred.
‘Do it.’

“I should…”

‘I’ll be your first reader.’

Zndy sighed and flipped through the notebook.

“’Oh keep going,’ he moaned. He felt pressuring on his jewels from the other boy. ‘Should we really be doing this?” asked the brunette. The blond smirked. ‘Never mind that know… It feels too good…’ ‘I want a turn!’ ‘It’s not a turn thing, Piggly!’ He yelped as PigPig pushed down on him, causing soaring pain. ‘Fine! It’s now a turn thing! Goddamnit!’”

Zndy stopped writing as she stroked her hair. She glanced at it and sighed. White and black. Black like her mom’s hair color. It made her sick to her stomach to think that she looked like that vile woman. Zndy picked a sleeping Buttermilk up and carried him to his bed above hers. He stayed snoring the whole time. She placed a small blanket over him and walked out of her room.

--.IL.HALL.--

“Finch! Finch!”

Finch groaned, stopping his walk. He heard footsteps from behide and-his face turning pink-arms wrapped around his waist.

“Let go, Teddy. We’re in public.”

“Exactly,” the girl behide him giggled. He felt her brown and black hair brush against his neck and pulled his scarf up. Teddy whined and pulled away. She stood in front of him. It had been a while since Finch had seen the homicide. Her winter outfit was almost no different from her Halloween attire. That same pink scarf, with a pink jacket with a fluffy hood and the sleeves ended in more fluff including a puppy on the front saying BARK!. Her pants were white and fluffy-gag-at the bottom. She was like a big fluffy Pomerania puppy. It made Finch sick but he knew how to put up with Teddy, he had been doing it for years now.

“How do I look, Finchie?” the teen fluff fairy giggled, smiling.

“Fluffy.”

Teddy grinned.

“That’s not a good thing, Teddy,” Finch snapped.

“I like it,” Teddy whined, standing in front of him and pouting.

“I told you-”

“Not in public, I know,” Teddy sighed, moving her hand in a circular motion. Finch never wanted any kind of affection in public, he wanted to make sure no one knew him and Teddy were an item. It didn’t matter when it was, though, when Teddy broke that rule. It always made Finch mad, which than made Teddy pout, and than Finch would give in.

The redhead stared at Teddy, raising an eyebrow. Why she’d always have to try and play cute on him whenever he snapped at her? It sickened him. Cute was not his style; unfortunately it was Teddy’s. Why couldn’t she stick to the thing that-Finch felt embarrassed to admit-was the main thing that attracted her to him: The way she loved to kill. She was sadistically cute that way, even if Finch was afraid to admit it. She was his Bloody Mary after all…

“How about we head to your house?” Teddy asked, crocking her head to one side like the dog she so reminded Finch of.

“Hell no.”

“Mine?”

“No.”

“Cemetery?”

Finch had to think on that one actually. The cemetery was inviting to him…More than any other place.

“Sure.”

“Yay!” Teddy squealed.

“But keep your hyperness to yourself, Teddy,” Finch snapped.

“I will.”

Why did Finch have the feeling she was just gonna be even more?

[ironia]

;w; Zndy and Spencer-ness! YAY!
Gotta love random interjections from Spike. xD

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Aug 4, 2008 15:55:52 GMT -9 ironia said:

;w; Zndy and Spencer-ness! YAY!
Gotta love random interjections from Spike. xD

XD Thanks.

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Chapter Three: Punk to Emo.

Dr. Costmen sat in the middle of her office, the snow falling harder outside. She felt warm and comfortable in her snug office, even if it was so large. The reddish walls were lined with bookcases filled with subjects like depression, murderous teens, suicide, etc.; and there were her many photos of her patients, herself and her family. A doctor’s degree was in the middle of the wall above the door, another behide her. She felt like she was certified to be able to help anymore, matter their problem. … But that one girl that she watched was so damn hard… Dr. Costmen couldn’t figure out what her problem was yet.

Speak of the devil, the door to her office opened up, littering the floor with snow from some black boots with skulls hanging off, F on one boot and U on the other. The person shook off a black and red umbrella and closed it, placing it next to the door without a sound. Dr. Costmen looked up and watched as the figure pilled down their black hood. At first, she knew it was her patient Zndria Nelsons. She waited for the black and white bleached hair to fall out, to be shaken and then for the teenager to sent down emotionless in front of the doctor.
But Dr. Costmen almost gasped when she didn’t seem to see that same face she’d been seeing for years.

It was a girl, she could tell from how long the hair was. But that’s where it started.
The hair.
It wasn’t black. It was still white in some places… It looked new, like it had been dyed recently.
It was pink and white with a strip of black on the bangs falling over the right eye. The black eyeliner around both eyes did not seem as heavily applied as it should of. There were in addition some piercings missing, and one more than she’d seen before. Two on the lip, none on the chin nor eyebrow. It did not look like a new person, yet it did…

Dr. Costmen was corrected when she heard that same raspy voice she had been hearing for six years.

“Hello, Dr. Costmen,” Zndria Nelsons greeted, smiling as she slipped her coat off, reveling a black shirt with a skull on it and a red and black striped pair of pants. She hung it up and walked over to her usual chair, haven’t even complained once about not being able to bring her cat in like always. Dr. Costmen didn’t make any sounds, just stared at her as she sat down and leaned back.

“Anything wrong?” the girl in front of her asked, crossing her legs.

Dr. Costmen didn’t know how to reply to that for some reason.
“Your hair…” she muttered, stroking her own ginger streaks.
“Yeah, I changed it.”
“Why?”

Zndy shrugged. “Something inside of me told me it was time for change.”
She seemed perkier than normal today, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

“What? You not like it?” she asked.

“No. Not at all!” Dr. Costmen answered. “It just…doesn’t seem like you.”

“I’m me. I’m not a Goth, Dr. Costmen, even if you thought I was.”

“You seemed like it.”

“Don’t label me.”

“I’m not…”
Dr. Costmen sighed. “Let’s get on with this than.”

“Calm down,” Zndy chuckled, smiling. Dr. Costmen glanced at her…but ignored the comment, looking at her papers.
“How was today?”

“Wonderful.”

I’ve never heard her employ that word before without sarcasm.

“Interesting…” Dr. Costmen answered, writing. “How’s your family?”

“Annoying as usual. Except Dad.”

That was more like it.

“Have you been writing in your journal, Zndria?”

Zndy didn’t even snap at her for using her full name. “Yes, of course I have.” She handed the journal to her counselor without hesitation. Dr. Costmen was wearing of grabbing the book at first but the feeling pasted as she gripped it and put into her own hands. Nothing was different besides the new entries Zndy had put in there for each day that had pasted since their last visit.

“Is anything wrong?” her patient asked, messing with her hair.
Dr. Costmen just ignored her, reading over the entries.
“How’s Spencer?”
“Bitchy.”
The normal Zndy was coming back slowly…
Zndy looked at Dr. Costmen, not blinking once. Probably waiting for her to snap at the teenager for her language.
But she didn’t.

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“We should go inside,” Finch muttered without being noticed at all by the girl walking around the gravestones around her. He sat in front of one that belonged to his parents, grumbling. The snow was beginning to fall harder and he didn’t want frozen toes. Teddy peered at the different titles on the gravestones.

“This one was murdered by a nine-year-old!” she giggled.

“How amusing…” the boy answered.

“Don’t be so down, Finchie-!”

“Don’t call me that.”

“It’s winter!”

“Point?” Finch snapped. Teddy leaned down to him, giggling. “Winter means Christmas! Santa Clause and all that shit!”

“You do know Santa Clause ain’t real,” Finch asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Really?” Teddy answered. Finch couldn’t tell if this was her being sarcastic or frank.

“You scare me sometimes, Teddy,” he just sighed, staring ahead at the setting sun.
“I hope so,” he heard Teddy lightly answer. He looked at her but she just smiled.
Finch shook his head, looking back down.