Halloween Special, Part 6

The eight of you walk down the street in two lines of four, your robot princess by your side, a plain white pillow case in each of your hands.

You walk up to the first house, with Princess Flashfire and Beastboy Swamp Creature up first. Beastboy rings the door bell, and a few seconds later an old lady opens the door.

"Oh my," the woman says. "What a big group of such... big children."

"Trick or Treat!" Flashfire says innocently as she and Beastboy hold out their pillow cases.

"Well what a cute princess!" the old woman says as she scoops up a good handful of candy. "Here you are."

The old woman sprinkles half of the handful into Flashfire's pillow case, then the other into Beastboys. The two say thank you and let Raven and Cyborg have their turn. The process repeats, with Raven and Cyborg saying "Trick or Treat," and the old woman giving them half a handful each. The same goes for Robin and Starfire.

When you and Blackfire get there and do the same, you notice that the handful is not as big as the others'. You turn to go and join the others, but Blackfire merely moves aside to look at her candy. You can tell that she can tell the difference, and though you and Blackfire are both wearing masks, you can just feel her disappointment.

"This isn't fair," Blackfire says. "You didn't give us the same amount!"

"I'm sorry," the old lady replies. "But I don't have all that much. That was all I could give."

"But... but!"

Before Blackfire gets any more upset, you pull her away to where the others are.

"It's okay, Blackfire," you tell her. "We'll get plenty of candy at the other houses."

Together, the eight of you walk further down the street.

"What'd everybody get," Beastboy says, his mask muffling his voice a bit. "I got three chocolate lollipops!"

"I got several boxes of gum drops," Flashfire reports in. "And a few of those fruity gummy twisted things."

"I got a few small Butterfingers," Raven says, pulling them out of her bag.

You and Blackfire don't have much to report in on, since you two didn't get as much candy. Most notably, though, is that you both got a teeny tiny "jawbreaker". You don't understand the name, since Blackfire bit through hers easily.

Everyone stops and marvels at the small, yellow-wrapped bars filled with peanut-buttery wonder. You could feel your lips start to moisten.

After all the checking and marveling is done, the eight of you continue down the stree. Coming up is a very big, very decorated home. There are almost a dozen Jack O' Lantern pumpkins sitting in various places, the glowing candles inside illuminating the comically scary faces carved into them. A few "ghosts" hang and swing from the branches of the large yet bare tree in front. Large groups of children are gathered, and a long line of Trick-or-Treaters stretches from the door and halfway down the long concrete path.

"Well," you think, "maybe we won't get all that much candy from the next house after all."