Summary: Dress for the job you want-

A/N: Happy Halloween!

The sun perched low in the sky when Killer placed on the final pieces of his totally awesome and not cliché vampire costume. Between his own natural eeriness and the outfit's ominous, not at all cheesy appearance, there was little doubt he'd be the scariest monster out that night- aside from Nightmare or Horror (and possibly Ink, if the artist managed to weasel his way into the Halloween festivities).

Despite nighttime being the optimal setting for added spookiness, Killer had to admit he would rather start trick-or-treating early to get more candy than spend most of the night trying to look more scary. Nightmare rarely allowed him and his teammates any opportunities to obtain sweets, after all. He needed to make every hour of the festivities count, especially if he wanted enough spare candy to stash away for future use- whether it be for eating after a rough mission or bribing Horror to do his chores for him.

Grinning, Killer spun on his heels to face the rest of the living room and, by extension, his fellow trick-or-treaters.

Everyone else appeared nearly ready to depart for their barely Nightmare-approved candy mission. Dust and Horror seemed to have decided to wear matching costumes- zombie-themed if their torn and bloodied/dusty outfits were any indication. The former was helping the broken-skulled skeleton with a few last-minute additions of bloody face paint. Not that Horror required it. As one would expect (purely by name if not for the other's mangled appearance), the Sans looked like a creature straight out of a monster movie: dripping in red, horrifying in every sense of the word, and downright ready to murder someone.

Killer's confidence withered when he realized the extent of his competition. I'm going to lose so much candy to that bastard. How are people not going to drop their candy bags and run as soon as they spot him?

Even Cross' costume appeared more well-thought-out than his own. The swordsman donned an extremely convincing ancient knight armor. Or maybe it was an old Royal Guard uniform left behind by the castle's previous inhabitants.

The target-souled skeleton raised a brow at the thought.

He had to find where Cross' sense of adventure went because he'd clearly lost it somewhere. What was the point in changing out of his Royal Guard uniform if the monochrome warrior was just going to put on a different one? Picking a unique outfit they wouldn't normally wear during any other time of the year was half the fun. The second half being the copious amount of sugary treats Nightmare begrudgingly promised to let them keep (so long as they didn't break any of the dark lord's rules while they were out, brushed their teeth, and ate their vegetables at dinner).

"So, who's ready to collect so much candy we get sick?" Killer chimed. His question was met with a series of nods- except from Cross, who looked slightly uncertain about his phrasing.

A deep rumble sounded from behind him. "While I will allow you to obtain these sweets you so greatly desire, I beseech you to refrain from collecting illnesses. Stars know you four have enough problems already."

"Nightmare!" The murderous Sans turned toward the other, excited. His cheery expression dropped as he examined the casually-clad gooey skeleton and whined, "All of us are supposed to be in our Halloween costumes by now! We're losing daylight- if we take too long, everyone else will get all the good candy!"

The dark lord rolled his cyan eyelight. "We are perfectly on schedule, Killer. A few minutes will not ruin your chances to participate in these frivolous holiday activities."

"But you agreed to dress up with us this year!"

"I am nothing if not a man of my word. This-" A tendril flicked the small, light purple cloak discreetly tied behind him, lost in the mass of tendrils swaying on his back. "-is my Halloween costume."

"All you did is put on a cape- not even one that fits you! You could have at least worn fake fangs, too, then we would have almost matching costumes." Killer huffed and crossed his arms, scrutinizing the Guardian of Negativity's outfit with narrowed eye sockets. "What is your costume even supposed to be? Discount wizard? Witch with a budget?"

"Crippling childhood trauma." Nightmare bluntly replied, walking over to the front doors. "Now, let's get this sorry affair over with before I begin regretting allowing you four holidays."