Hallowe'en (trick or) Treat!

AN: I just know I'll have left somebody out here. I tried to give
everyone at least a passing mention, but it's hard. -_-
If it happens to be you I've left out, leave a comment and I'll add
you in.
I'm very sorry.

"So, the food's there, the drinks are there, the movies start at ten,
and the awful CD of Halloween music I burnt is on the stereo. Go,"
Niall said, making shooing motions with his hands. "Go, be free. I
command it."
The other people in the apartment cheered and the small talk
continued. As odd as the people were already, they were eem worse when
dressed up for the last day of October. Kallista the bunny rabbit was
talking to Quinn the Werewolf, two Klingons (Octa and Pyro) were
having a gentle headbutting contest in the corner, and Gepard- dressed
as Brock from the Pokémon anime- was trying to chat up Frankenstein-
NJ. Ann wandered around helping out, dressed a female version of
Alphonse Elric. She was engaged in a deep philosophical debate with
Lego, who was dressed as Edward Elric. It was actually quite amusing
how their costumes synched up like that. Byrony, Ayesha, Mar, Rue and
Lilith all sat around the coffee table, rolling dice and arguing good-
naturedly. They'd found the D&D red box, and were rolling themselves
up characters. Nicolette and Skyril were trying to decide who had the
best Tom Baker scarf, and Thalia was trying her best to shoot Lunar in
the face on whatever FPS was in the console.
Even Niall, who was always reluctant to make an assclown of himself,
had donned a costume for the party.
Resplendant in a pristine, albeit brown suit and top hat, he was as
good a Professor Layton as it was possible to be.
He still looked like a bally nincompoop, though.
As he was trying to get the CD to stop skipping, there came a knocking
at the door. He walked over to open it, and was delighted when he saw
that it was Venice. Resisting the urge to hug her, he settled for
beaming.
"I thought you couldn't come!"
"It appears I lied.
"I'm glad," Niall smiled. "And you're a... Serving wench?"
"Pirate, but close enough," she replied witheringly. "What's going on?" she asked, peering
over his shoulder.
"We have bad food and worse music and the B-movies start at ten."
"Good times."

***

The B-Movies started at ten, but nobody was ready for them until
twenty past. The lights had been turned off, and people were strewn
around the room. Some lying, some sitting, some standing.
M&Ms and popcorn lay dissolving in puddles of various fizzy drinks.
Niall knew he'd have to get in professional cleaners after the party,
and, frankly, he didn't care. Everyone was having too much fun to care.
"Everyone shush," said Gepard loudly. "I'm trying to watch this."
"She dies at the end!" Kal yelled, pointing at the screen.
"He's actually Satan," shouted Isabella.
"That actor's German," Aquila threw into the conversation.
"He gets turned into a zombie," said Jasmine and Iris simultaneously.
"That guy," added Darkane, pointing at a different person onscreen.
"shoots that girl."
"Spoilers," said Dragona, before flopping down onto the carpet. He
immediately sat up again, as he had flopped down into one of the
puddles of food and fizz. Unbeknownst to him, pieces of popcorn still
clung to his shirt.
There came an insistent thudding at the door of the apartment. It came
during a relatively silent part of the film, and several people
jumped. One or two even screamed a little.
Niall hit mute.
"Who is it?" he yelled.
The thing gave no response but a series of muffled words. Niall
thought he heard the words "eight" and "band" in there, but he
couldn't have been sure. Regardless, it continued thumping.
Niall gently removed Venice from his knee, and got up off of his
chair, walking over to the door.
Sliding the chain closed before he opened the door, he placed his hand
on the doorknob.
The room was quiet, and the atmosphere was tense.
Slowly, carefully, cautiously, he turned the knob.
The thing hit the door as hard as it could. The chain pulled taut, but
did not break, keeping the door from opening out more than a few inches.
Peering into the gloom, Niall could make out the shape of a small boy.
He sighed. "It's only Zombie," he yelled back at the partygoers,
before closing the door in Zombie's face. The small talk continued
anew, but loud swearwords shouted by a boy whose voice had not yet
broken floated in through the door.
Everyone ignored them.

(Author's Note: Sorry Zombie. I may have been a bit harsh.)