Happy Halloween!

Dylan had just put the finishing touches on his costume. Needless to say, he thought he was stunning for the time being. He unfurled his cape before reciting, "I want to suck your blood," in his best Transylvanian accent.

Dylan is a handsome young man with dark black hair and brown contact lenses he had for tonight. Along with his contact lenses, he had put on a set of plastic fangs that were to complete his outfit. He was dressed as a very formal vampire. He wore a ruffled dress shirt, a magenta dress vest, black slacks, white gloves, a black cape, dress socks, and dress shoes.

Spinning around and unfurling his cape, Dylan could not help but gush with his outfit. He was going to his friend's annual Halloween party. And there was a costume contest

Which was the main reason he was going. Dylan deemed himself as a winner. He wanted to win at everything. Whether it is a simple sports game or a bet, he wanted to win.

Dylan left his house around 6 o'clock and arrived around 6:50 at the Halloween party. Entering the house, haunting music was being played and classic Halloween-themed decorations were all over the place. Dylan took this time to observe the competition for the costume contest. He saw the usual costumes: superheroes, monsters, princesses, Halloween-themed characters, and others. He even noticed a few homemade ones.

The 'vampire' couldn't help but smirk at his 'competition.' He made his way over to the entry for the costume contest and wrote his name down to compete. There were not as many people who signed up so his chances of winning were in the bag.

But his smirk turned to irritation as he saw Mason the jock.

Mason had been a small thorn that grew to an annoying grudge match between them. Mason came to the party as a zombie football player and the rest of his friends were also zombies, making them a zombie football team.

"Well, the great Count Dork-lan has come for his midnight snack," Mason mocked as he noticed Dylan in his vampire costume.

Dylan rolled his eyes, "Hi Mason. What happened you and the football team challenge a demon team and when you lost this was the outcome?"

It was Mason's turn to roll his eyes, "Oh please. You might think you have the best costume here, but you are wrong."

"We see about that," Dylan retorted as he was going to win the costume contest. And with that, he stormed off, going to find his friends or for some punch.

Mason watched his rival leave with a devious glint in his eye before turning around to his teammates, "Is everything set?" He got nods and a smile appeared, having a plan to give Dylan a piece of his mind.



To Dylan, the party started to grow bland and bored. He swore he had heard the same song four times by now. But he still stayed for the costume contest, which was beginning in a few minutes. He was currently in the back, waiting for 'his' announcement.

The contest began shortly, with the announcer saying who was here and their costume. Among the contestants, Dylan saw Mason here. The 'vampire' could not help but scoff at the 'zombie' jock. The contestants were measured by the applause of the crowd, which led Dylan and Mason to be the last two contestants.

"It seems we have come to a stand-off, but now it's the tie-breaker!" the host said before gesturing to the two men.

But before anything else could happen, Mason spoke up, "No no. I could not compete against someone with such an intriguing and well-dressed costume."

Dylan became puzzled at the claim. Was he admitting defeat? The brunette didn't interfere with the jock's claim as the latter continued.

"It's very clear that Dylan here has won the contest," Mason modestly explained. The fact that he used hisactualname caused Dylan to beam with pride. It was obvious he was the better dressed of the two of them.

"So, I surrender," Mason ended before holding out a handshake for Dylan, who skeptically accepted it. Before he could pull away, the jock pulled him in close before whispering in his ear, "You deserve everything that comes with the prize."

Dylan thought about what he said as Mason took off the stage. The applause he got brought him back to reality and soaked it up, loving the idea of winning in front of his rival's face.

Unbeknownst to him, Mason stayed near the curtain and looked above to see two of his teammates holding a bucket. They were waiting for Mason's signal to release the contents within and bring humiliation.

Dylan, too busy to notice the incoming prank/humiliation, accepted his trophy with utmost praise. With a smile on his face, he had his arms out, opened wide as he obtained his win. Which is when Mason sent the signal.

Dylan happened to be looking up just as the contents came pouring down onto him. The contents were no other than red slime that smothered him and his costume altogether. The liquid enveloped him completely, the 'vampire' too busy in shock with his expression and mannerisms. Running from his face, the dress shirt, vest, slacks, cape, and accessories he wore paid the price as they were stained with red. He felt like he was in "Carrie," minus having psychic powers and on a date.

Mason couldn't help but smirk as the winner was humiliated like that, he and his friends laughed at the prank they had played. The slime eventually let up and Dylan was revealed in his now slimy appearance.

The 'vampire' had taken a nice red slime shower, which seemed ironic. His handsome had red run down his body along with his former neatly combed hair as it was now disheveled.With his white, ruffled dress shirt, it was completely stained and ruined. His magenta dress vest had been dampened from the liquid while his black cape draped in the back with streaks of red. The white gloves he wore also suffered the same fate as his dress shirt before the slacks dripped with red themselves. His black dress socks were not as messy, but his dress shoes were the exact opposite as Dylan stood in a puddle of his humiliation.

Everyone in the audience was either mortified or laughing, the former being more present as others stifled their laughs. It didn't help when Dylan nearly slipped.

The slimy 'vampire' took his time to look up and address the situation. He saw two of the 'zombie' jocks with a bucket, no doubt the culprits behind the sliming but Dylan knew better. The brunette turned to see a hysterical Mason, clutching his chest from sheer laughing at the sight of Dylan's humiliation.

Dylan didn't enjoy it as much as his rival which led to him storming up to the wheezing 'zombie.' Mason saw him approaching before mocking him and fleeing the scene. Dylan trailed behind since his dress shoes were still a mess and did not want to slip. The 'vampire' tracked the 'zombie' to the outside, but that left him getting locked out. It took Dylan a few minutes before realizing what had happened to him and now he was locked outside of the party.

Slumping his head down in defeat, the brunette was no longer in the mood to party -that and he had won the costume contest, the latter being more of the reason- and decided to leave. Making his way to the car, he saw Mason. The jock simply mockingly performed an applause before leaving and re-entering the party. Dylan's glare bore into the back of Mason, not that he would see before entering his car and hissing in rage.

For his Halloween, all he got was tricked instead of a treat.