Mist's Halloween

(From Fang's POV)

Chaper 1: HAL-LO-WEEEEEEEEEEEN
Something... something was up. I was still lying in bed. On Halloween. This may seem normal, and actually pretty enjoyable. I mean, who doesn't want to sleep in? But... this was halloween. And mind you, i shared a room with Mist. Mist the halloween addict. It seemed like the only holiday she's ever heard of, and she's always bouncing off the walls in the days leading up to halloween. Every year since Mist and i were handed over to the army, she's either scared the living daylights out of me or decked out our room in spider's cobwebs on the day of halloween. And i don't think she gets the concept of decorations, because that one time she covered my bed it cobwebs, i woke up with at least five redbacks and eleven black widows crawling through my fur. I say one time because afterwards, i screamed at her for so long she's been too scared to put decorations in our room again. And yet... all is silent. I don't like this. I guarantee you, the second i open my eyes, she'll jump out from my bedsheets wearing a phantom costume and try to freak me out. She never REALLY freaks me out... except maybe for last year... and the year before... and the year after that... okay, so she's good at creeping up on people. I couldn't stand not knowing what she done this year, and so i gathered myself... and opened my eyes. Huh. Nothing. I climbed down the stairs of our bunk bed. Still Nothing. Cautiously, i ducked my head under the wooden frame of the bunk to see if Mist was still in bed. A big lump was in the sheets, as if she had ducked her head under and feel asleep like that. Just to make sure it wasn't some decoy, i prodded the shape with my paw. A very realistic groan came out from under Mist's bedsheets. "You okay in there?" I asked her. "Sick..." A low grumble replied. "Oh... okay. I'm going to go to the cafeteria, want me to bring something back for you?" I asked, trying to make her feel better. The shape nodded. I padded out to the cafeteria, putting my paw on the doorhandle. Maybe Gem or Merry were celebrating. There were a little less... hectic when it came to halloween. Turning the door handle, i think my heart skipped a beat. The lunch hall was empty. Like, completely empty. No recuits. No commanders. No chefs. But then, a black shape. Black with grey streaks. My brain didn't even  have time to figure out that this was Mist before she popped up in my face, and screeched "HAL-LO-WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENN!".