(Note: Most of this Arc will take place in the past unless stated to be in the present day. Otherwise I’d have to use a hell of a lot of italics to indicate the past)
Having to make tents out of blankets was awkward. Nonetheless, the group managed to make some and settle down for the night.
None of them knew about the catastrophe that had ensued at the town they’d just left. It seemed they’d gotten out of Hidden Springs in time.
Shark sat outside the tent he was sharing with Sinbad and Sagebear, looking out at the night sky. Sagebear sat next to him, gazing up alongside him while in her long johns. Both of them were quite a pair.
Everyone else had gone to bed. Besides a slight worrying over how Marc was going to sleep, there hadn’t been much else for issues.
Then, Sinbad poked his head out of his and Shark’s tent. He squinted his eyes as a sign he was falling asleep already.
“You coming to bed, man?” He mumbled out to his fiance.
“Soon,” Shark answered quietly. This one-word answer seemed to be satisfactory, as Sinbad nodded and retreated back into their tent.
After a little while longer of stargazing, Sagebear turned and rested her head on Shark’s big thigh. Smiling at this, Shark got an idea.
“Wanna hear the story about how your daddies got together?” He quietly asked her as he scratched behind her ears.
His answer came in the form of a quiet, contented “woof”. Smiling at this, he thought of the best way to start.
“Okay. Now let me think. It had to have been about roughly…three and a half years ago?”
-October 31st, 2013 (Halloween)-
“Poor Wayne Haas…He had to do things he didn’t want to do…”
Shark sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV. He was told that he was apparently too old to go trick-or-treating anymore, so he tried to pass the night by playing video games.
It was during an early part of his newest game that Shark was rudely interrupted by his naked and drug-addled uncle mindlessly stumbling into the room.
“Um…Bill? I thought you had to do something for the mayor tonight.” Bill paid no heed to his confused nephew. Instead, he mumbled something incoherent and then fell onto the floor.
Shark just stared mortified at his passed-out uncle. Slowly, he then reached over and turned the 360 off after saving his game. Then, he quietly tiptoed out of the room and went downstairs.
On the way down, Shark heard the doorbell ring, and his grandmother flying into one of her usual frenzies.
“It’s the Halloween hobgoblins! They’ve come to take all out souls!” Marigold shouted as she ran around the foyer like a decapitated chicken.
Shark just cringed at her behavior. “They’re just trick-or-treaters, Grandma!” He then grabbed the bowl of candy his father left out for them, and opened the door.
Just seeing the variety of costumes before him put a little smile on Shark’s face. He made sure all of them got an equal amount of candy to make things fair.
Right when he closed the door, Shark heard his grandfather hollering from upstairs, which was enough to catch him off guard.
“Dammit, Marigold! Have you been fiddlin’ with the damned Internet connection again?! I was ’bout to raise my bid on an antique vase I been wantin’!”
Sensing another bizarre altercation coming on, Shark grabbed his coat and left the mansion. He’d gotten used to walking outside by himself, now that he’d graduated high school and didn’t have a job yet.
If nothing else, he enjoyed people-watching and getting fresh air. This particular night, there were the expected costumed children in search of candy.
When Shark reached town, he heard the jeering voice of his sister ring out.
“Oh look, girls! Frankenstein’s monster decided to try and join society! Oh wait, that’s just my idiot brother!”
Shark growled and tried to block out the girls’ vicious laughing. Pulling out his wallet, he noted internally that he had enough to get something to eat at the Red Rendezvous.
Normally, he wouldn’t even think of going in there. Figuring he could just get some chicken strips and a glass of pop, he made his way into the hangout.
The place was decorated with the usual Halloween decoration fare, with pumpkins and bats and skeletons and the like.
Shark tried not to be distracted by them as he took a seat at the main counter. While he was waiting to be served, a voice behind him could he heard addressing another patron.
“Yo, Mrs. Drudge. Just came back from taking a leak, and…Is that your husband in the bathroom doing one of my neighbors?”
A few rapid footsteps and a door opening later, some mischievous cackling could be heard over the woman’s piercing screaming.
Trying not to think anything of it, Shark just kept his vision ahead at the mirror set up in front of the counter. He then felt a finger tapping him on the back.
“Hey, Patrick Verona,” he heard the man’s voice addressing him now. “Come here very often?”
When Shark took a deep breath, he then swiveled around on his stool to face the new man speaking to him.