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impyAnd in the spirit of Halloween, I present a torment a Charmed one fic. If you hate it, that's cool. It's the product of about 600 cookies and a random thought that popped into my head.
'Twas All Hallows Eve and not a creature was stirring not even a... Wait, wrong holiday.
Ahem. Let's try that again.
Halloween had never really been one of Phoebe's favorite holidays. She liked the candy and the dressing up well enough, but she'd deemed the holiday a giant mass of stereotypes, and shortly after she'd decided she loved the holiday, she'd gone and ruined it by sleeping with Cole. Oh, the night had been great, but a year later she'd decided she hated him. Now she couldn't think of Halloween without thinking of Cole. And that was bad.
So when Piper had asked her to go to P3 and help with the Halloween bash, she'd declined. She'd actually said she'd rather hand out candy to the neighborhood kids, and Piper had fallen for it. Had Piper bought the kind of candy Phoebe didn't like, she might have actually handed some out. Instead the giant jack-o'-lantern bowl was filled with all of Phoebe's favorite candies. So she'd turned the porch lights off and ignored anyone who rang the bell.
Paige noticed the bell ringing and Phoebe ignoring it, so Phoebe had to lie and say that Piper hadn't left any candy and it felt cruel to answer the door and pawn off pennies on poor unsuspecting children who'd only use the small useless coins to try and choke their siblings.
"Huh. I could have sworn Piper left like, six giant bags of candy on the table this morning," Paige mused.
"Must've taken 'em wif her," Phoebe said through a mouthful of Baby Ruth.
"Are you okay?" Paige asked. "You sound funny."
Phoebe shrugged and swallowed. "Cold. I have a cold," she answered and then faked a cough. Paige winced at the sound, which Phoebe mistook for sympathy. "Yeah, a really bad cold." She coughed again.
Paige clenched her jaw in annoyance. "Well, that sucks. I'm off to P3. Maybe I'll find a demon to take home. Well, not a real demon, as that would just be messy and quite probably painful. Besides, I learn from other people's mistakes," she added with a pointed look sent Phoebe's way.
Phoebe blinked. "What'd you just say? Something about screwing a demon? I could give you a few-"
"No! I've gotta go. Right now. I'm late, very late. Bye, Phoebe!" The door slammed shut after her and Phoebe shrugged and grabbed a Milky Way.
"Mmm. Yummy!"
Hours later, Phoebe woke up to find one hand in the bowl, the other clutching a now melted Three Musketeers bar. A repeat of SNL, the bitchcraft trials no less, was on TV and all the lights in the house were on.
"Weird." She knew that when Paige left, the only light she'd left on was the one overhead. Yet now every single light seemed to be on.
"Piper? Paige? You here?" she called out as she pulled herself out of her chair. "Piper?" No one answered. The only sounds she heard were the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall and the rustling of candy wrappers as they fell to the floor.
"Leo? Did you bring Wyatt back already?" Still no answer. She slowly wandered around the house checking each room. As the minutes ticked by she began to feel more than a little afraid. It was Halloween and she was home. Alone. Who knew what kinds of demons were out tonight?
Thump!
Phoebe jumped straight into the air and hovered there. "Chris? Please tell me that was you," she whimpered. No answer.
Seconds later something seemed to be dragged across the floor upstairs. "Eeep!" Phoebe fell to the floor in an undignified heap.
"Okay, this is so not funny anymore," she muttered. The dragging sound stopped and another thump came from upstairs.
"All right, all right. I give." She slowly climbed the stairs, already trying to think of a vanquishing spell for whatever she was sure to find. Only she couldn't seem to think of anything. Her brain felt too groggy and she was beginning to think that pigging out on sweets wasn't such a hot idea. Given the amount of wrappers on the floor around the chair she'd been sitting in, Phoebe had to have eaten at least one full bag of mixed candy, and half of another. Probably more.
Just as Phoebe stepped onto the second floor, all the lights in the house flickered off and then back on.
"Eeeeek!" Phoebe squeaked. "Nothing to be afraid of. You're a super powerful witch. You have premonitions. That can kill you. Okay, you have levitation. So you can hover around in midair before someone swats you. Okay, not helping. Empathy! I can feel their pain. Great. But maybe I could steal their powers... Good plan, Phoebe," she told herself. "Good plan."
When she tried to open her door, she found it was locked. "Damn it!" The same went for Piper and Leo's, the bathroom, and the linen closet. But when she tried Paige's door, it swung open.
"Creepy." There, on the floor in the middle of Paige's room, was the Spirit Board that had told Phoebe and her sisters where to find the Book of Shadows. Sitting in the middle of the Spirit Board was the pointer.
You always used to push the pointer.
Phoebe whirled around. "Who said that? Piper? Come on, this isn't funny." Of course, no one answered. So she inched closer to the board. Before she could even touch the pointer, it began to fly across the board.
A-T-T-I-C. N-O-W.
"Alllllllriiiiighty then," she sighed and gathered the board and pointer up in her arms. The moment she left Paige's room, the door slammed shut behind her. She jumped but managed to not levitate.
As she made her way to the attic, the lights flickered on and off ominously. Things also began to thump around overhead. "Hey, we had this place cleansed. That means you should all be gone, okay? So you might want to scram before I get really pissed." The sounds stopped momentarily, but just as Phoebe was beginning to feel proud of herself, a scream echoed throughout the house.
"Well, that worked."
She couldn't figure out why she wasn't just turning around and running out of the house, but she had a feeling that if she tried, she'd be stopped. So she pushed the attic door open. "I'm here. Are you happy now?"
No answer. Phoebe moved towards the BoS but it seemed to jump away from her. "Okay, that's not supposed to happen."
As she said this, the spirit board was wrenched from her grasp and went flying across the room where it landed on the floor. Silently. With the pointer in hand, Phoebe walked across the room and knelt next to the board. She was more than a little freaked out.
"What do you want?" she asked as she put the pointer on the board.
It slowly began to move. You don't care.
"Of course I do!" she protested.
Only because I am scaring you.
"Well, maybe if you just asked like a normal person ... spirit ... whatever, I might not be so scared."
But I want you to be scared.
The hair on the back of Phoebe's neck was now standing on end. "Why?" she whispered.
Because it is fun. Because I am lonely. Because I can.
"But I don't know who you are. Why do you want to scare me?"
Why shouldn't I want to scare you?
"I thought we already went over that. Because we don't know each other!"
Yes, we do. We know each other very well.
Phoebe pried her hands away from the pointer. "Cole, if that's you, I'm going to-urk" Phoebe clawed at her throat trying to get whatever was choking her to let go. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
Not everything is about Cole.
"I take it you're not Cole then," she wheezed.
Hardly.
"Then who are you?"
An old friend.
The board then went on to detail a spell that Phoebe should do in the bathroom downstairs.
"What if I don't want to?" she asked stubbornly.
You will do it. You want to know who I am.
So she did. She gathered thirteen candles as well as a lighter and headed downstairs. She locked the door behind her and arranged the candles in a circle around the sink. As she began to light the candles, the power went out.
"Please don't let this be a demon, please don't let this be a demon, please don't let this be a demon," she chanted.
When the thirteenth candle was lit, she pulled out her favorite tube of lipstick and drew a dark oval on the mirror and whispered the incantation the board had given her.
She waited for what felt like hours and nothing happened. "Hello?" she whispered.
Nothing.
"You know, I went to all the trouble of ruining my favorite lipstick so the least you could do is show... up..." Phoebe trailed off.
There was a shape in the mirror. It was twisting and turning and stretching into form. It didn't take long for Phoebe to realize it was a face, but since it was tilted downward, she had no idea who it was.
And then the faced jerked up and stared straight at her. Phoebe screamed as it seemed to jump out of the mirror at her.
"Oh, God," she whispered.
The face smirked. "Not quite."
"Prue?"
And then the mirror exploded, sending glass flying everywhere.
----
Phoebe woke up that morning. There were tiny little cuts on her arms and legs and something seemed wrong with her vision. She slowly stood up to get a better look at the damage and then screamed as her face came into view in the various shards of broken glass.
Phoebe Halliwell ... was fat.
-------
"So tell me again what'll happen?" Allison demanded as she began arranging her candy collection from the night before.
"Well, they'll hear things. See things. Scary things, but nothing too scary. And then they'll light a few candles, say some stupid spell that's not even a spell, and then their worst fear will come true," Jake said with a shrug. "Simple stuff, really."
"But what if their worst fear is like, burning to death or something?"
Jake shrugged again. "Well, maybe they should have thought of that before they didn't hand out candy," he said.
"So, who told you how to do this?" Allison asked a little while later.
Jake popped a piece of candy in his mouth and thought for a minute. "Some chick named Prue."
Happy Halloween.
'Twas All Hallows Eve and not a creature was stirring not even a... Wait, wrong holiday.
Ahem. Let's try that again.
Halloween had never really been one of Phoebe's favorite holidays. She liked the candy and the dressing up well enough, but she'd deemed the holiday a giant mass of stereotypes, and shortly after she'd decided she loved the holiday, she'd gone and ruined it by sleeping with Cole. Oh, the night had been great, but a year later she'd decided she hated him. Now she couldn't think of Halloween without thinking of Cole. And that was bad.
So when Piper had asked her to go to P3 and help with the Halloween bash, she'd declined. She'd actually said she'd rather hand out candy to the neighborhood kids, and Piper had fallen for it. Had Piper bought the kind of candy Phoebe didn't like, she might have actually handed some out. Instead the giant jack-o'-lantern bowl was filled with all of Phoebe's favorite candies. So she'd turned the porch lights off and ignored anyone who rang the bell.
Paige noticed the bell ringing and Phoebe ignoring it, so Phoebe had to lie and say that Piper hadn't left any candy and it felt cruel to answer the door and pawn off pennies on poor unsuspecting children who'd only use the small useless coins to try and choke their siblings.
"Huh. I could have sworn Piper left like, six giant bags of candy on the table this morning," Paige mused.
"Must've taken 'em wif her," Phoebe said through a mouthful of Baby Ruth.
"Are you okay?" Paige asked. "You sound funny."
Phoebe shrugged and swallowed. "Cold. I have a cold," she answered and then faked a cough. Paige winced at the sound, which Phoebe mistook for sympathy. "Yeah, a really bad cold." She coughed again.
Paige clenched her jaw in annoyance. "Well, that sucks. I'm off to P3. Maybe I'll find a demon to take home. Well, not a real demon, as that would just be messy and quite probably painful. Besides, I learn from other people's mistakes," she added with a pointed look sent Phoebe's way.
Phoebe blinked. "What'd you just say? Something about screwing a demon? I could give you a few-"
"No! I've gotta go. Right now. I'm late, very late. Bye, Phoebe!" The door slammed shut after her and Phoebe shrugged and grabbed a Milky Way.
"Mmm. Yummy!"
Hours later, Phoebe woke up to find one hand in the bowl, the other clutching a now melted Three Musketeers bar. A repeat of SNL, the bitchcraft trials no less, was on TV and all the lights in the house were on.
"Weird." She knew that when Paige left, the only light she'd left on was the one overhead. Yet now every single light seemed to be on.
"Piper? Paige? You here?" she called out as she pulled herself out of her chair. "Piper?" No one answered. The only sounds she heard were the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall and the rustling of candy wrappers as they fell to the floor.
"Leo? Did you bring Wyatt back already?" Still no answer. She slowly wandered around the house checking each room. As the minutes ticked by she began to feel more than a little afraid. It was Halloween and she was home. Alone. Who knew what kinds of demons were out tonight?
Thump!
Phoebe jumped straight into the air and hovered there. "Chris? Please tell me that was you," she whimpered. No answer.
Seconds later something seemed to be dragged across the floor upstairs. "Eeep!" Phoebe fell to the floor in an undignified heap.
"Okay, this is so not funny anymore," she muttered. The dragging sound stopped and another thump came from upstairs.
"All right, all right. I give." She slowly climbed the stairs, already trying to think of a vanquishing spell for whatever she was sure to find. Only she couldn't seem to think of anything. Her brain felt too groggy and she was beginning to think that pigging out on sweets wasn't such a hot idea. Given the amount of wrappers on the floor around the chair she'd been sitting in, Phoebe had to have eaten at least one full bag of mixed candy, and half of another. Probably more.
Just as Phoebe stepped onto the second floor, all the lights in the house flickered off and then back on.
"Eeeeek!" Phoebe squeaked. "Nothing to be afraid of. You're a super powerful witch. You have premonitions. That can kill you. Okay, you have levitation. So you can hover around in midair before someone swats you. Okay, not helping. Empathy! I can feel their pain. Great. But maybe I could steal their powers... Good plan, Phoebe," she told herself. "Good plan."
When she tried to open her door, she found it was locked. "Damn it!" The same went for Piper and Leo's, the bathroom, and the linen closet. But when she tried Paige's door, it swung open.
"Creepy." There, on the floor in the middle of Paige's room, was the Spirit Board that had told Phoebe and her sisters where to find the Book of Shadows. Sitting in the middle of the Spirit Board was the pointer.
You always used to push the pointer.
Phoebe whirled around. "Who said that? Piper? Come on, this isn't funny." Of course, no one answered. So she inched closer to the board. Before she could even touch the pointer, it began to fly across the board.
A-T-T-I-C. N-O-W.
"Alllllllriiiiighty then," she sighed and gathered the board and pointer up in her arms. The moment she left Paige's room, the door slammed shut behind her. She jumped but managed to not levitate.
As she made her way to the attic, the lights flickered on and off ominously. Things also began to thump around overhead. "Hey, we had this place cleansed. That means you should all be gone, okay? So you might want to scram before I get really pissed." The sounds stopped momentarily, but just as Phoebe was beginning to feel proud of herself, a scream echoed throughout the house.
"Well, that worked."
She couldn't figure out why she wasn't just turning around and running out of the house, but she had a feeling that if she tried, she'd be stopped. So she pushed the attic door open. "I'm here. Are you happy now?"
No answer. Phoebe moved towards the BoS but it seemed to jump away from her. "Okay, that's not supposed to happen."
As she said this, the spirit board was wrenched from her grasp and went flying across the room where it landed on the floor. Silently. With the pointer in hand, Phoebe walked across the room and knelt next to the board. She was more than a little freaked out.
"What do you want?" she asked as she put the pointer on the board.
It slowly began to move. You don't care.
"Of course I do!" she protested.
Only because I am scaring you.
"Well, maybe if you just asked like a normal person ... spirit ... whatever, I might not be so scared."
But I want you to be scared.
The hair on the back of Phoebe's neck was now standing on end. "Why?" she whispered.
Because it is fun. Because I am lonely. Because I can.
"But I don't know who you are. Why do you want to scare me?"
Why shouldn't I want to scare you?
"I thought we already went over that. Because we don't know each other!"
Yes, we do. We know each other very well.
Phoebe pried her hands away from the pointer. "Cole, if that's you, I'm going to-urk" Phoebe clawed at her throat trying to get whatever was choking her to let go. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
Not everything is about Cole.
"I take it you're not Cole then," she wheezed.
Hardly.
"Then who are you?"
An old friend.
The board then went on to detail a spell that Phoebe should do in the bathroom downstairs.
"What if I don't want to?" she asked stubbornly.
You will do it. You want to know who I am.
So she did. She gathered thirteen candles as well as a lighter and headed downstairs. She locked the door behind her and arranged the candles in a circle around the sink. As she began to light the candles, the power went out.
"Please don't let this be a demon, please don't let this be a demon, please don't let this be a demon," she chanted.
When the thirteenth candle was lit, she pulled out her favorite tube of lipstick and drew a dark oval on the mirror and whispered the incantation the board had given her.
She waited for what felt like hours and nothing happened. "Hello?" she whispered.
Nothing.
"You know, I went to all the trouble of ruining my favorite lipstick so the least you could do is show... up..." Phoebe trailed off.
There was a shape in the mirror. It was twisting and turning and stretching into form. It didn't take long for Phoebe to realize it was a face, but since it was tilted downward, she had no idea who it was.
And then the faced jerked up and stared straight at her. Phoebe screamed as it seemed to jump out of the mirror at her.
"Oh, God," she whispered.
The face smirked. "Not quite."
"Prue?"
And then the mirror exploded, sending glass flying everywhere.
----
Phoebe woke up that morning. There were tiny little cuts on her arms and legs and something seemed wrong with her vision. She slowly stood up to get a better look at the damage and then screamed as her face came into view in the various shards of broken glass.
Phoebe Halliwell ... was fat.
-------
"So tell me again what'll happen?" Allison demanded as she began arranging her candy collection from the night before.
"Well, they'll hear things. See things. Scary things, but nothing too scary. And then they'll light a few candles, say some stupid spell that's not even a spell, and then their worst fear will come true," Jake said with a shrug. "Simple stuff, really."
"But what if their worst fear is like, burning to death or something?"
Jake shrugged again. "Well, maybe they should have thought of that before they didn't hand out candy," he said.
"So, who told you how to do this?" Allison asked a little while later.
Jake popped a piece of candy in his mouth and thought for a minute. "Some chick named Prue."
Happy Halloween.
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Date: 2003-10-31 06:44 pm (UTC)[Changes MSN screenname to "Some chick named Prue."]
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