Halloween Oneshot

>Today was the day you’ve been waiting for.
>Halloween, or Nightmare Night as these lame-o’s call it, has arrived.
>The two holidays were so similar it was just perfect.
>You could fill your wildest dreams and write it off as part of the tradition.
>And you can have some fun with it at the same time.

>Rope was a secret weakness of yours.
>The sound of straining fibers against muscle.
>The bite of a thick knot against skin.
>The scent of stale desperation.
>The sight of bound struggle.
>The taste of sweat ridden futility.
>Rope provided so much, and you’ve been wanting to tie up some of these ponies for a long time.
>It’s been hard to restrain yourself, especially with Applejack twirling her lasso around.
>You’re bet she’s familiar with a monkey’s fist.
>Oh the things she’s probably done with a cow hitch.

>In due time, but you have to earn it.
>Just to spice things up you’re going to play a little game.
>Something from home that fits perfectly with this special day.
>The hand-made costume was easily tailored by you.
>You’re no specialist, but the design was rather simple.
>A black onesie served as the base, followed by grey boots and gloves.
>The cowl was grey as well, with a simple stitch pattern akin to barbed wire.
>Two eye holes, and a pointed tip gave your mask a nice oval shape.
>Only one final piece of paraphernalia remained.
>A candle and holder.
>Oh, and don’t forget the rope.

>Yes, tonight you were the infamous Candlejack.
>If any pony said the name you would be free to tie them up, and drag them away.
>No matter how quiet they tried to be, no matter how hushed their whispers you would still find them.
>In a land of magic, even a human has its methods.


>Giddy with excitement for the little game and the prospects the night would later bring, you do the jitterbug out the door.
>The early hours of the evening made for the perfect setting, the ponies going all out with the decorations.
>How innocent and cute their little costumes were. Tiny ghosts, and witches, pirates, zombies, zombie pirates.
>They were all quaint.

>And of course Nerdlight Sparkle, who thought this was some sort of LARP, and dressed as some boring old wizard or whatever.
>Sure, wizards used to count, but when magic is a part of every life they get disqualified at being scary.
>Unless they were a necromancer. Necromancers were still cool.
“Hello Twilight.”
>”Oh, hey Anon. What are you dressed up as?”
“It would be no fun if I just told you. Why don’t you guess?”
>You’re biting your bottom lip pretty hard underneath that mask. Your free hand readies the rope.
>”Um….you’re a ghost!”
“Nope.”
>”A specter.”
“No.”
>”A wraith.”
>At least try.
“Those are all basically the same thing!”
>”How about a hint?”

>That still falls within the rules.
>You point at the candle in your hand.
>”Candle ghost!”
>Ugh
“No, and don’t you dare say candle specter, or wraith, or spirit.”
>”Candle something.”
“You’re on the right track.”
>How can you hint at the second word?
>You start doing some jumping jacks.
>”Candle leaper, candle jumper, bouncy candle person.”

>”Oh, oh, are we playing charades? I love charades!”
>Pinkie Moose flies out of left field.
>Her head was poking out of the neck, and the costume’s face had a mask of its own.
>It was a paper mask with a green head and black question mark.
>Clever girl.
“Hello Pinkie, Twilight is just trying to guess my costume.”
>”Can I play?”
“Absolutely.”
>Come on Pinkie, you can do it.
>Let’s pit all of that energy against some rope.


>”But first you have to guess my costume~”
>Making you work for it, huh?
>That’s fine. Makes it all the more enjoyable.
>You’ll even tease her a little.

 “Well, you’re a moose.”
>”Kinda.”
“But not just any ol’ moose. Some sort of unknown moose.”
>She starts grinning as you work your way towards the answer.
“Not any moose, but maybe a –non- y moose.”
>Her shark tooth smirk is hiding something.
>”Close, but no cigar.”
“You’re not Anonymoose?”
>”Not a non y moose or Anonymoose. I’m a Nony~moose!”
>Doh ho ho.

“Nice one, Pinkie. Now it’s your turn.”
>Twilight pushes back in next to Pinkie.
>”It definitely has to do with a candle, and it’s not a ghost.”
>”Do that second thing again.”
>You resume your impromptu exercising.

>”Candle hopper.”
>”Candle skipper.”
>”Candle quaker.”
>”Candle Candleston of the Waxy Express.”
>This isn’t going to work.
>Stopping to catch your breath you just point to Applejack.
>”Candle Apples!”
>”Caramel Candle Apples!”
>It’s going to be a long night.

>All throughout the celebration ponies gather and try to guess your costume.
>The closest any of them got was Candle Applejack.
>You were damn near willing to take that one.
>It was supposed to be a simple affair, but now you don’t even care anymore.
“It’s Candlejack! How do none of you know the name?! Aren’t you at least familiar with the nursery rhyme?!”
>”Hey, look! There’s two Nony’s!”
>”Helloooo.”
>Oh freakout.


>Hoisted with your own petard you weightlessly float in the air at the end of Candlejack’s rope.
>One of the ponies calls out from the crowd.
>”Do you want any help Anonymous?”
“No, I’m fine. A blue retard in red underwear will save me shortly.”
>Candlejack and you float into the forest stopping by a fire.
>”Nice costume.”
“Thanks.”
>”LET ANONYMOUS GO, CANDLEJACK!”
>Oh NOW they say it.
>Looking at where the cries come from is a bunch of blue ponies wearing red spandex.
>The assembled bunch looks like a group of power rangers who due to a clerical error only had one color.
>Rainbow Dash, Minty/ Colgate, Trixie, Lyra, Vera, Mrs. Cake, and Snips stand at the ready.
>Well you won’t fault them for trying. They all fit the bill, at least in the second category.
>You and Candlejack share a knowing glance.
>The retards already lost.

Epilogue

>The next day you are enjoying a sandwich with your new best friend.
>Twilight spots you and trots over, apparently surprised to see you.
>”Hi, Anonymous. I heard about what happened. How did you escape?”
“My friend Cosgrove here took care of everything.”
>”I’m glad everything worked out, and you even made a new friend. By the way I think I figured out what your costume was. Was it Candle Stomper?”
>You turn to Cosgrove and softly shake your head.
>He points at Twilight.
>“Hey, cut it out.”
>Twilight hangs her head and starts to walk off.
>”I’m sorry.”
“I love you man.”