Beth
Oct 31st, 2005, 01:41 PM
An short Aaron fan fic! Haha.
PUNK'D
Aaron and his boys, Craig, Mark, and Jordan, were on a mission. A mission to toilet paper every house on Mark's block. The boys carried other necessities too, like spray paint, to vandalize people's belongings. It was all in the Halloween spirit. Mark had insisted on getting washable spray paint. But Aaron was pumped and ready to treat some people with something not so sweet.
Aaron led the way, almost convinced his friends were chicken. He stopped at the gate of a graveyard. He looked back at his friends.
"Dude, come on," Mark continued walking. Aaron pulled him back.
"You suckers 'fraid of a graveyard?" He asked.
"Nah, man," Jordan played it cool, "We just ready to TP some lucky bxtches."
"Let's go," Aaron opened the graveyard gate, it's creaking sound making Mark jump. Craig and Jordan just stood, their eyes wide.
"You pusxys," Aaron walked into the graveyard, and turned around.
"No dead people gonna eat us," Aaron called, but he friends remained standing on the sidewalk.
"Dude, let's go!" Mark called, waving Aaron back. Aaron just turned and ran further into the graveyard. His friends watched him, until he disappeared.
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"Aaron!!" Jordan yelled, the three guys still standing outside of the graveyard.
"Ya'll scared of a graveyard?" Craig walked through the open gate. He turned around and the gate slammed shut. The three guys gasped. Craig tried to open it, but it wouldn't.
"Scared yet?" Mark asked him. Craig flipped him the finger. He started to climb the gate, but it swung open and jerked Craig off of it, throwing him to the side, his head narrowly missing a headstone.
"You alright, man?" Mark and Jordon rushed to his side.
"Yeah yeah," Craig stood up, like it was no big deal. The three guys walked further into the graveyard, looking for Aaron.
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As they walked, each of them got more scared by the second. The spooky sounds, the leaves being blown without any wind, and a female scream in the distance. Up ahead, at the edge of a dark woods, there was a house. A spooky, run-down, falling apart house. A single candle burned in a window, which the boys got spooked about. Down at the end of the dirt path, a creaky sounding bike started moving towards them. Not wanting to see the person riding it, the boys ran into the dark house.
"We're gonna kill you, Aaron," Craig muttered. The guys searched the small house individually, which turned out to be a bad idea. They disappeared, one by one, in various ways. Craig fell through the floor in the kitchen, Mark's eyes and mouth were covered and he was pulled into a secret room, and Jordan picked up an old, faded photograph which made the floor beneath him open and he fell into a dark hole. With the three friends disappearance, a howl could be heard in the distance, followed by a witches laugh.
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Aaron jumped out from behind a gravestone, his electronic sound device in his hands. He knew he had pranked his friends, now he just had go rub it in their faces. Aaron went to the old spooky house, where he had made his friends disappear.
"Dude, I punk'd ya'll!" Aaron called, laughing, waiting for his friends to run after him. But the only sound Aaron heard was an owl outside.
"Guys, I'm fine. I just was kidding with ya'll," Aaron said, looking around. He walked into the kitchen, where he had cut the floor open for Craig to fall through. Aaron looked at where the hole had been. Someone had closed it, and it wasn't him. Aaron got goosebumps as he continued looking for his friends. He went into the room where he had made Mark disappear. The door to the secret room, which Aaron had closed and locked, was ajar. Aaron walked closer and opened it further. The room was dark. He called out Mark's name and the door slammed shut behind him. Aaron started to freak out when an eery voice was heard.
"Triiickkkk or treeeeattt..." The voice whispered. Something fell on Aaron's head and he screamed, brushing it off. He pulled on the doorknob, trying to get out of the room. No such luck. A sheet was thrown over him and tightly secured. Aaron fought to break free, but he ended up falling on his back. He was dragged somewhere. Aaron screamed, continuing to fight to break free. When the person stopping dragging him, the person let go of the ends of the sheet, giving Aaron the chance to break free. Aaron did and when he looked at the person, he saw three guys instead. Craig, Mark, and Jordon.
"Triiickkkk or treeeeattt..." Jordan whispered, just like Aaron had heard in the house.
"You just got punk'd," Craig told Aaron, and the guys burst out laughing. Aaron ran after them. The guys imitated Aaron's scream and eventually Aaron gave up. They had pranked him. He had pranked them first and somehow, they had realized that and got him back.
"That was good," Aaron gave his boys their secret handshake.
"Payback's a bxtch," Craig told him and Aaron nodded. Hell yeah it was. They all walked out to the front of the graveyard and out onto the sidewalk. The gates slammed shut behind them.
"Aaron, man, don't try to prank us again," Mark rolled his eyes.
"Dude, that wasn't me," Aaron held up his hands, "Honestly."
"But it slammed before...and we figured it was you..." Jordan said slowly, as they all looked at the gate.
"RUN!" Craig yelled and the guys took off.
-- I wrote it in like, 15-20 minutes so if it sucks, that's why. ;D
PUNK'D
Aaron and his boys, Craig, Mark, and Jordan, were on a mission. A mission to toilet paper every house on Mark's block. The boys carried other necessities too, like spray paint, to vandalize people's belongings. It was all in the Halloween spirit. Mark had insisted on getting washable spray paint. But Aaron was pumped and ready to treat some people with something not so sweet.
Aaron led the way, almost convinced his friends were chicken. He stopped at the gate of a graveyard. He looked back at his friends.
"Dude, come on," Mark continued walking. Aaron pulled him back.
"You suckers 'fraid of a graveyard?" He asked.
"Nah, man," Jordan played it cool, "We just ready to TP some lucky bxtches."
"Let's go," Aaron opened the graveyard gate, it's creaking sound making Mark jump. Craig and Jordan just stood, their eyes wide.
"You pusxys," Aaron walked into the graveyard, and turned around.
"No dead people gonna eat us," Aaron called, but he friends remained standing on the sidewalk.
"Dude, let's go!" Mark called, waving Aaron back. Aaron just turned and ran further into the graveyard. His friends watched him, until he disappeared.
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"Aaron!!" Jordan yelled, the three guys still standing outside of the graveyard.
"Ya'll scared of a graveyard?" Craig walked through the open gate. He turned around and the gate slammed shut. The three guys gasped. Craig tried to open it, but it wouldn't.
"Scared yet?" Mark asked him. Craig flipped him the finger. He started to climb the gate, but it swung open and jerked Craig off of it, throwing him to the side, his head narrowly missing a headstone.
"You alright, man?" Mark and Jordon rushed to his side.
"Yeah yeah," Craig stood up, like it was no big deal. The three guys walked further into the graveyard, looking for Aaron.
----------
As they walked, each of them got more scared by the second. The spooky sounds, the leaves being blown without any wind, and a female scream in the distance. Up ahead, at the edge of a dark woods, there was a house. A spooky, run-down, falling apart house. A single candle burned in a window, which the boys got spooked about. Down at the end of the dirt path, a creaky sounding bike started moving towards them. Not wanting to see the person riding it, the boys ran into the dark house.
"We're gonna kill you, Aaron," Craig muttered. The guys searched the small house individually, which turned out to be a bad idea. They disappeared, one by one, in various ways. Craig fell through the floor in the kitchen, Mark's eyes and mouth were covered and he was pulled into a secret room, and Jordan picked up an old, faded photograph which made the floor beneath him open and he fell into a dark hole. With the three friends disappearance, a howl could be heard in the distance, followed by a witches laugh.
----------
Aaron jumped out from behind a gravestone, his electronic sound device in his hands. He knew he had pranked his friends, now he just had go rub it in their faces. Aaron went to the old spooky house, where he had made his friends disappear.
"Dude, I punk'd ya'll!" Aaron called, laughing, waiting for his friends to run after him. But the only sound Aaron heard was an owl outside.
"Guys, I'm fine. I just was kidding with ya'll," Aaron said, looking around. He walked into the kitchen, where he had cut the floor open for Craig to fall through. Aaron looked at where the hole had been. Someone had closed it, and it wasn't him. Aaron got goosebumps as he continued looking for his friends. He went into the room where he had made Mark disappear. The door to the secret room, which Aaron had closed and locked, was ajar. Aaron walked closer and opened it further. The room was dark. He called out Mark's name and the door slammed shut behind him. Aaron started to freak out when an eery voice was heard.
"Triiickkkk or treeeeattt..." The voice whispered. Something fell on Aaron's head and he screamed, brushing it off. He pulled on the doorknob, trying to get out of the room. No such luck. A sheet was thrown over him and tightly secured. Aaron fought to break free, but he ended up falling on his back. He was dragged somewhere. Aaron screamed, continuing to fight to break free. When the person stopping dragging him, the person let go of the ends of the sheet, giving Aaron the chance to break free. Aaron did and when he looked at the person, he saw three guys instead. Craig, Mark, and Jordon.
"Triiickkkk or treeeeattt..." Jordan whispered, just like Aaron had heard in the house.
"You just got punk'd," Craig told Aaron, and the guys burst out laughing. Aaron ran after them. The guys imitated Aaron's scream and eventually Aaron gave up. They had pranked him. He had pranked them first and somehow, they had realized that and got him back.
"That was good," Aaron gave his boys their secret handshake.
"Payback's a bxtch," Craig told him and Aaron nodded. Hell yeah it was. They all walked out to the front of the graveyard and out onto the sidewalk. The gates slammed shut behind them.
"Aaron, man, don't try to prank us again," Mark rolled his eyes.
"Dude, that wasn't me," Aaron held up his hands, "Honestly."
"But it slammed before...and we figured it was you..." Jordan said slowly, as they all looked at the gate.
"RUN!" Craig yelled and the guys took off.
-- I wrote it in like, 15-20 minutes so if it sucks, that's why. ;D