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Request: @killjoybitch: 'Patrick stump prompt 11 please and thank you!'

Prompt 11: Trick or Treat

Note: This is probably my favorite Halloween imagine I've written... I got a little bit carried away. 😬

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Gazing narrow-eyed at the orange, red and black haze outside your window, you took a deep breath. It was that time of the year again.

Halloween.

Turning sharply on your heel, you stomped off towards your living room, where your girls were gathered. A hush fell over them when they saw you enter and all three of them cleared their throats as they got comfortable on the sofa, knowing full well that things were about to get serious.

Swiftly, you walked over to the three presentation boards and lifted the cover off of the first one, unveiling a picture of none other than Patrick Stump – whose face you had drawn a huge 'X' over with a red Sharpie.

You weren't entirely sure how, when, or why this rivalry had started. All you knew was that this year, it would come to an end once and for all.

"Patrick Stump must die," you said, loud and clearly.

There was a snigger from the three girls, but a death glare from you was enough to stop it.

"For the past five years," you continued, pacing up and down in front of the boards, "Patrick has tormented me. Gone out of his way and done everything in his power to stop me from taking what is rightfully mine. Well, this year," you walked up to the second board, "I will reign supreme."

You exposed the second poster, and the girls gasped.

"Last year, I hectically underestimated his ability to produce high-quality booby traps. This year, I'll be more than prepared."

"I'm actually getting really worried about her," Emma murmured, and Avery and (Y/B/F) nodded in agreement.

"The first one will be set up here," you drew a line from the sketch of the first booby trap to the corresponding location on the neighbourhood map. "And then the next one here, then here, then here."

"Can I ask something?" (Y/B/F) quipped.

"Of course, my love."

"What if Patrick decides to follow a different route than the ones the traps are set up on?"

"Simple," you shrugged. "You guys will move the location of the trap so that he's inevitably going to encounter it. Everyone got that?"

The three girls shared an uneasy glance before reluctantly nodding.

"Perfect. Now, let's discuss costumes."

~

"This has gone on for far too long," Patrick announced, moving away from the portrait of you that he'd drawn demon eyes and devil horns on, "and it's time for it to stop."

"You're telling us," Joe scoffed from his place on the armchair next to Joe and Pete on the sofa.

Patrick clicked his tongue and Joe chuckled an apology.

"As I was saaaying," Patrick continued, frowning at his band mates, "this year, it'll all come to an apex. I will emerge victorious."

He moved to the second poster he had stuck to the wall, and began talking the guys through his method. The poster was a map of the neighbourhood, and all the houses were marked with different symbols in different colored Sharpies, which indicated which houses give out the most candy and which houses give out the best candy.

"My God," Andy whispered, leaning into Pete. "He's finally lost it." Pete nodded in agreement as all three of them watched their friend with a look of worry and concern.

"Alright," Patrick clasped his hands together before pointing at a house on the map. "Our first stop will be here. And then," he trailed his finger down a zigzag route on the poster, "we'll follow this route and finish here," he pointed out the biggest, fanciest house, "the Holy Grail of the trick-or-treating world. They give out the most and the best."

"Uh, question?" Pete raised his hand.

"Yes, Pete?"

"Why don't we just follow a normal route? Like, travel in a somewhat straight line instead of a zigzag."

Patrick chuckled as he approached his friend. "'Why don't we travel in a straight line?' Oh, Pete," he tsked walking forward with a smile on his face until he stood right in front of Pete. Then, he leaned down and smacked him. "TRAVEL IN A STRAIGHT LINE? THAT'S WHAT SHE WANTS! GODDAMNIT PETE ARE YOU TRYING TO SABOTAGE ME?"

Joe and Andy gawked on with wide-eyes as Pete rubbed his stinging cheek. "N-no," Pete stammered. "I was just-"

"Asking a stupid question," Patrick finished for him, shaking his head and moving back to the posters. "Any more questions?" Everyone violently shook their head no. "Excellent. Now, let's talk costumes."

~

"We're telling you," Pete shook his head as the waitress brought the hot beverages to the table, "he's gone all bat-shit crazy. I mean, he slapped me across the face just because I asked a simple question!"

Avery grimaced as she cupped her hands around her coffee. "Okay, well, at least (Y/N) hasn't resorted to physical violence," she lifted the cup to her lips. "Not yet anyway," she muttered before taking a sip.

"But she has been talking non-stop about how 'Patrick must die!'" (Y/B/F) mocked you, waving her hands dramatically.

"This needs to stop. Honestly," Joe said. "I mean, it was cute for the first two years, but now it's just ridiculous."

"I agree," Emma added. "But the fact that the entire neighbourhood is eagerly awaiting their clash doesn't help us at all. Everyone I've spoken to is buzzing about 'the clash of the Trick or Treating Legends'. The local paper even did a feature about it!"

"We've gotta do something," Andy spoke, setting down his drink. "But not something as big as screw up their strategy completely; they'd never forgive us."

"You're right," (Y/B/F) remarked. "We can't ruin their plans... but we can alter them a little bit."

Intrigued glances were shared around the table and everyone leaned in to listen to (Y/B/F).

"What do you have in mind?" Pete asked.

"Lots. But let's start with the costumes..."

~

Patrick turned the engine off, doing a quick once-over of the surrounding, pitch-black area before getting out of his car and walking towards the shadowy figure waiting in the alley.

"Mr Stump," the figure addressed Patrick, nodding slightly in respect.

"Carter," Patrick greeted, moving to stand right in front of the man and cocking his head to the briefcase he had in his hand. "That the stuff?"

Carter nodded, moving to open the clasp, but Patrick caught his hand, stopping him.

"No, not here. It's not safe; I'll open it at home."

Carter narrowed his eyes in confusion, and Patrick sighed.

"She could have spies watching us."

Carter nodded, not quite understanding why the business of handing over a costume had to be so undercover, but not saying anything – Patrick was one of the two Legendary Trick or Treaters after all.

Patrick took the briefcase and thanked him.

"I'm rooting for you," Carter said, giving a two-fingered wave as Patrick got into the car.

"You should be. I'm gonna win."

~

The automatic doors at the front entrance of Target opened with a swoosh, and you strode inside, stealthily yet confidently. Even though you were wearing a black hoodie and sunglasses, the employees knew exactly who you were, and every single one of them stopped what they were doing and held their breath as one of them who was standing in the back stumbled forward.

"Miss (Y/L/N)," he panted, out of breath from dashing to you. "We have your supplies. Follow me please."

Wordlessly, you followed the jittery employee to the stock room, where he used the key on his necklace to unlock a door in the corner.

You entered through the newly opened door and waited patiently as the guy moved to the deepest, darkest corner, emerging a few seconds later with a large, sealed cardboard box.

"Is everything in there?" you questioned.

"The manager triple-checked it himself, ma'am."

"Wonderful," you smiled, taking the box from him. "Can you show me where the back entrance is? I have a car waiting."

~

Halloween Night

6pm

The lively chattering and giggles of children sounded up and down every street in the neighbourhood, and there was an undeniable aura of excitement and nervousness in the air. Everyone was waiting to see which one of The Legendary Trick or Treaters – who were currently stationed at their respective houses on opposite ends of town, prepping their team – would take home the crown.

"Okay," you addressed your girls, who were standing in a line in front of you. "We all know the plan. Are we ready to win this?"

They all cheered, hooting and clapping and you smiled.

"Stump's gonna get his ass handed to him tonight."

~

Patrick adjusted his costume for the last time before slipping into a black trench coat (it was customary for the two of you to wear one of those to hide your outfits until the end of the night) and turning to his band mates. "You guys know what you need to do. Are we ready to go?"

"I'm ready to gooooooo," Pete started singing, but stopped when Patrick shot him a no-nonsense look, slinking away and clearing his throat.

"Let's do this!" Joe yelled, and the guys began hooting and hollering.

6:07 pm

"Thank you! I'll be sure to remember you once I become King of the Trick or Treaters!" Patrick called over his shoulder as he bounded down the pathway of the first house, sack already significantly heavier despite it only being the first house he'd visited.

"Good luck!" the owner called out with a wave before disappearing back into their house.

"How're we doing for time?" Patrick asked as he approached Andy, who glanced at his watch.

"It's 6:07," Andy answered.

"Gah," Patrick growled, "We need to move faster! We've wasted too much time already!"

"What are you talking about?" Andy scrunched up his face. "We only started at 6:04-"

"Exactly! Which means that I spent 3 minutes at one house! I'll never win at this rate," Patrick yelped, scurrying off down the street, an amused Andy not far behind him.

~

"You're wonderful people! Absolutely incredible! When I become Queen of the Trick or Treaters, I'll bring you guys enough candy to last you a year!" you beamed at the family standing in the doorway of brick house, and the two little ones cheered happily.

"Time," you said as you jogged up to Emma.

"6:07. Two houses in under three minutes. Not bad."

The two of you high-fived before running off to the next house.

6:57pm

"(Y/B/F)?"

"Here," she spoke into the phone.

"How's things?"

"Uh..." she grimaced and peeked out into the street from her hiding place behind a tree, watching as Patrick tossed his third sack full of candy into the car Joe was driving before Pete handed him another empty one and he continued sprinting down the street. "He just started with his fourth sack."

"What?" you shrieked into the phone, so loudly that (Y/B/F) had to hold the device away from her ear before she went deaf. "I'm only a quarter way through my third! Okay, (Y/B/F), it's time. Commence 'Stump Obstacle Number 1'."

"Roger that," she answered, hanging up and stealthily manoeuvring through the shadows towards the street.

She trailed quietly behind Patrick for a little while, being sure to stay out of sight as much as possible. They got to the street where a group of teenage girls – dressed head to toe in Fall Out Boy merch – were standing huddled together, and (Y/B/F) came out of the shadows, running into the middle of the street and using her hands as a makeshift megaphone.

"Hey, girls!" she yelled. Patrick's head whipped around at the sound of the familiar voice, and his eyes widened in fear. "There he is!"

"Oh no," Patrick squeaked, as a screaming stampede of teenage girls commenced.

(Y/B/F) contorted in horror at the sight of Patrick being essentially swallowed by the girls, and she shot him a quick apology before rushing off into the shadows once again.

7:15pm

"Pete!" Patrick barked into his cellphone, trying his hardest to dust himself off and straighten out his hair and clothes.

"Dude, what happened?"

"I got ambushed, that's what!" he snarled, kicking at a rock on the ground and chuckling darkly. "Oh, she's good. But two can play at this game. It's time for 'Distraction Number 1'."

You giggled gleefully as you frolicked down the street, swinging your sack next to you. You were almost onto your fifth sack, your rival was down and life was good.

Until you rounded the corner, that is.

The minute you spotted Pete, you knew that you were in trouble. But you hadn't realised exactly how much trouble until he turned around, revealing a second person.

"Please, God, no," you whined, closing your eyes.

"Oh, look!" Pete said loudly, pointing at you. "There she is!"

The second man beamed, breaking into a run as he advanced on you. You shot Pete the filthiest glare you could muster, and he blew you a kiss before taking off, leaving you with the second man, aka the bane of your existence.

"(Y/N)!"

"Hi, Scooter," you grumbled, sighing.

"Wow, you have no idea how happy I was when I got that text from you."

"The text, right," you chuckled nervously, fiddling with your earlobe. "Er, remind me what I said, again?"

"Oh, you said that you were finally ready for that date you promised me in high school, and that you wanted me to meet you here so that we could go Trick or Treating together."

"Oh, I'm gonna destroy you, Stump."

7:35pm

Panting, you raced down the street, trying to get as far away from Scooter as possible. Emma had come to your rescue, pretending to be an injured stranger the two of you encountered on your route. You told Scooter to stay with her while you went and got help, but you knew that you only had so much time before he'd realise that you were bullshitting him, and you intended to be as far away as possible when that happened.

"Avery," you shakily said into the phone. "You're up. It's time for 'Stump Obstacle Number 2'."

"Gotcha," Avery confirmed, tucking her cell into her back pocket before removing a pair of scissors from her other pocket.

She trailed Patrick for the next block or so, and when he stopped briefly to go over his plan, she advanced on him. Tiptoeing, Avery came up behind him, quickly snipping the bottom of his sack so that all the candy spilled out.

"What the-" he turned around, shocked but got cut off when Avery called out.

"Kids, look! Free candy!"

As if they materialised out of nowhere, a large group of children descended upon poor Patrick, who was desperately trying to salvage his candy. Obviously, he was no match against the twenty little people.

Avery offered Patrick an apologetic smile before taking off, and Patrick let out a desperate cry, which summoned Joe and Andy.

"Joe," he called out, "'Distraction Number 2'!"

Joe gave a hasty salute before dashing off to do his job.

He searched each of the streets, eventually finding you standing on the porch of a huge house; your current sack of candy was next to you.

As quietly as he could, he walked up to you, careful not to make any noise, and swopped your sack with the one he held in his hand.

"Sorry, (Y/N)," he said, before turning and running away, tossing your sack of candy into the nearby bushes.

"What?" you whipped around. You were confused until you spotted Joe, already halfway down the street. Letting out a groan, you yanked the sack up and looked inside.

Bad idea.

Screaming in sheer terror, you dropped the sack, stomping and jumping on it as hard as you could in an attempt to kill the vile eight legged creatures inside.

"Fucking spiders?! Really, Patrick?!"

7:55pm

With Patrick being swallowed by children, and you being attacked by spiders, the rest of your guys' friends all met at the four way stop in the middle of the neighbourhood, everyone coming from different directions.

"Has everyone got the stuff?" Pete asked and everyone nodded.

"And everyone knows the plan?" (Y/B/F) looked around, and again, everyone nodded. "Great. We only have five minutes left. Go team!"

~

Running as fast as your legs could carry you, you darted towards the town centre, where the ceremony was being held. Patrick was doing the same, coming from the opposite direction. You both reached the stage at the same time, and hurried onto it, stopping a few feet away from one another in an intense stare down.

The both of you dropped the sacks of candy you were holding, and continued glaring daggers at the other.

"Stump."

"(Y/L/N)."

"Are you ready to be taken down once and for all?"

"That depends. Are you ready to be woken up from the dream world you're living in?"

You clenched your teeth and narrowed your eyes at him and he did the same as the announcer strode up onto the stage. He tapped the microphone a few times and cleared his throat before he began speaking.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Now that all of the contestants have arrived, we can start the counting." He gestured to a few helpers on the side, who moved to start counting the candy. "While that's being done, it's time that the two of you reveal your costumes." He stepped out of the way, allowing you and Patrick to take centre stage.

"My costume is way better than yours," you smirked, starting to remove your coat.

Patrick scoffed. "Yeah righ-"

A collective gasp sounded throughout the park, and both you and your rival gawked at each other. Well, more specifically, each other's costumes. He was Captain America, and you... well, you were...

"YOU STOLE MY COSTUME!"

"NO! YOU STOLE MINE!"

"OH PLEASE. THE ONLY THING I'M STEALING FROM YOU IS THAT CROWN."

"HOW THE HELL DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?"

"HOW SHOULD I KNOW?"

...dressed as Captain America too. If Captain America were female.

"Erm," the announcer made his way back onto stage while you and Patrick continued bickering in the background. "Ladies and gentlemen, it appears that this year's outcome is one none of us could've expected."

This caught the both of your attention, and you turned to the announcer with a smile.

"The Trick or Treat champion this year is not (Y/N)."

"HA!" Patrick laughed, pointing in your face. "I told you! I am the King-"

"But it's not Patrick either."

"What?" you and Patrick both yelled.

"The winner this year is those six young people standing over there." The announcer pointed to the side of the crowd.

"No..." you started.

"Fucking..." Patrick said.

"Way." You finished.

(Y/B/F), Emma, Avery, Pete, Joe and Andy waved happily at you, proudly holding up the sacks of candy that had secured them the victory. The same sacks that you and Patrick had spent the past two hours filling.

"But they cheated!" you said desperately, pointing an accusatory finger at your friends. "That's our candy! We collected it!"

"Can you prove that?" the announcer asked.

"Well, um, no. But-"

"The rules state that any candy declared by a person or group will be taken into account – the means by which they collect the said candy is none of our concern."

"That's not fair!" Patrick protested, moving to stand next to you. "They-"

"Sorry, you two," the announcer said, holding up a hand. "Rules are rules, and neither of the two of you won. However..." he walked to the edge of the stage and took two medals from one of the helpers. "You did win the prize for 'Best Dressed Couple'. Congratulations."

"'Best Dressed...' This means nothing to me!" you said, taking the medal off.

"Or to me," Patrick concurred, removing his too.

"You have no idea what you've just started," you warned, narrowing your eyes and glaring at your 'friends' who simply laughed evilly.

"Revenge will be had," Patrick promised.

~

"I hope you know," you said, walking along with your group, "that I feel extremely betrayed."

"Betrayed doesn't even begin to describe it," Patrick scoffed.

"Oh, come on," Joe rolled his eyes. "You two act like maniacs whenever it's Halloween time, and after five years, we couldn't take it anymore."

"And you couldn't have let us just use this year as a tie-breaker? We were two-for-two!"

"We could've," (Y/B/F) shrugged. "But where's the fun in that?"

"Just so you know," you pointed out. "There's still six months until the wedding. We can replace you guys as bridesmaids and groomsmen no problem."

The six of them shared a look of fake concern before bursting into laughter.

"Yeah, right," Avery snorted.

"Good luck trying to find other people who put up with your shit like we do," Pete placed his arms over your and Patrick's shoulders.

You looked at your fiancé, and he shrugged. "You're right. We can't fire you as our wedding party. But we can still take you down. By this time next year, we'll be married, and you saw what we were capable of coming up with on our own, imagine what we'll be like together."

You and Patrick continued walking away, hand in hand while your friends stopped dead in their tracks.

Andy gulped. "We made a huge mistake, didn't we?"

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