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Summary: YAHF for Halloween 2007. An open Halloween fic. It's a night of science and sorcery and many will be changed forever.

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Man Machine Chaos - Comic Edition
Author: Spaceman
Web: []
Rating: PG-13
Started: October 30, 2007
Buffy the Vampire Slayer [and ATS] is the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Television, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the WB Television Network.
Spartan (comics) was created by Brandon Choi, Jim Lee, and Wildstorm.
Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines was directed by Jonathan Mostow and is property of Warner Bros. films and Columbia Pictures.
Battle Angel Alita: Last Order is written by Yukito Kishiro.
The Bionic Woman, a television series that aired from 1976 to 1978 on ABC and NBC. Bionic Woman, a 2007 remake of the series on NBC
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This is a work of fanfiction for non-profit entertainment purposes only.
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No infringement, profit, or offense intended.
YAHF. It's a night of science and sorcery and many will be changed forever.
Halloween Fic may resemble other Halloween Fics.
Spoilers: BTVS S2+
Matchup: ???
Distribution: Please Ask
Halloweird Toys & Costumes Inc, L.A., California
Wednesday, October 22nd, 1997

Halloween is just over a week away and the people at Halloweird are making and shipping out costumes. Some are for individuals, some are for groups, and some are for other stores to sell. They range from Grade D "99ยข store" plastic-and-paper to Grade S (Super A) expensive high quality cosplay specials.
One young worker is pushing two large boxes. One of the cardboard boxes is marked "Bargain Costumes: Grade D. Ethan's Costume Shop, Sunnydale, California" and the other is marked "Cosplay Sci-Fi Series 4. Grade S. Anime LA, LA, California."
There is a problem today. Mr. Kenny Hayes, a brown haired blue-eyed forklift operator, is currently high. With his senses overloaded by illegal drugs, Kenny crashes into the wall of the warehouse. The two boxes fall off the lift and land hard on the concrete. The mailing address stickers, which Kenny didn't apply correctly, fall off.

As Kenny is yelled at by his boss, one of the stressed newbies sticks the addresses back on and pushes the boxes towards the loading bay.

There is a second problem. Mr. Hayes' boss, Mr. Diaz is having a VERY BAD day with his lawyer taking off with his money, his wife leaving him with the lawyer, his pay cut, and the pharmacy running out of his stress pills. He's also carrying a Glock 22 semi-automatic pistol.


"Oh my God...!"

Sunnydale High School, Sunnydale, California
Wednesday, October 29th, 1997

Sign-ups are being taken for the volunteer safety program for Halloween. Principal Snyder takes one of the clipboards and looks around the hall. He grabs the next girl that walks by and pulls her aside.


"You're volunteering."

He holds out the clipboard and pen to her. Willow, Buffy and Xander come in from the other hall.

"But I have to get to class."

Snyder just shrugs. The team walks past him.

Willow speaks the obvious, " Snyder must be in charge of the volunteer safety program for Halloween this year."

"Note his interesting take on the volunteer concept." quips Xander

"What's the deal?" inquires Buffy

They've reached Willow's locker, and she works the combination.

"Oh, a bunch of little kids need people to take them trick-or-treating." explains Xander, "Sign up and get your own pack of sugar-hyped little runts for the night."

"Yikes." says Buffy, " I'll stick to vampires."

Snyder puts his hand on her shoulder, and she spins around to face him.

"Miss Summers. Just the juvenile delinquent I've been looking for."

"Principal Snyder!"

"Halloween must be a big night for you." sneers the Troll... eh Snyder, "Tossing eggs, keying cars, bobbing for apples, one pathetic cry for help after another. Well, (leads her to the sign-up table) not this year, missy."

Willow and Xander come stand behind her.

"Gosh, I'd love to sign up," says Buffy trying to escape, "but I recently developed carpal tunnel syndrome, and can tragically no longer hold a flashlight."

Snyder holds up the clipboard and pen.

"The program starts at four, the children have to be back at six."

Buffy reluctantly grabs the pen and clipboard and signs herself up. Xander thinks it's funny and smiles back at Willow. Willow has a concerned look on her face. Snyder holds pens out to Willow and Xander, too. They both look at him, begging not to be put through this. Willow gives in and takes the pen.


"I can't believe this." Xander whines, "We have to get dressed up and the whole deal?"

"Snyder said costumes were mandatory." says Willow

"Great. I was gonna stay in and veg." says Buffy, "The one night a year things are supposed to be quiet for me."

"Halloween quiet?" inquires Xander, "Oh, I figured it'd be a big old vamp scare-apalooza."

They walk into the lounge.

"Not according to Giles. He swears that tomorrow night is, like, dead for the undead. (the girls sit) They stay in."

"Those wacky vampires!" says a smiling Xander, "That's why I love 'em! They just keep you guessing!"

He puts his satchel down on the table and heads over to the soda vending machine. He puts in his coins and hits a button. Nothing. He hits another one. Still nothing. He hits the machine in the front and on the side. Larry comes up to him and puts his hand on Xander's shoulder.


"Hey, Lar. You're lookin' Cro-Mag as usual" insults Xander," What can I do you for?"

"You and Buffy, you're just friends, right?"

"I like to think of it less as a friendship and more as a solid foundation for future bliss."

"So, she, she's not your girlfriend?"

"Alas, no."

Larry looks over at Buffy as he walks around Xander.

"Do you think she'd go out with me?"

He turns to face Xander with Buffy to his back now.

"Well, Lar, that's a tough question to... No. Not a chance."

"Why not? I heard some guys say she was fast."

" I hope you mean like the wind."

"Yeah, you know what I mean."

"That's my friend that you're talkin' about!"

"Oh, yeah? Well, what're you gonna do about it?"

"I'm gonna do what any man would do about it: (grabs Larry by the shirt) somethin' damn manly."

Larry smiles and laughs. He knocks Xander's hands away and grabs him by the shirt with his right hand. He balls his left hand into a fist and draws back for a punch. Buffy grabs his wrist, pulls it behind his back and slams his head into the vending machine. A Diet Dr Pepper rolls into the slot.

"Get gone." commands Buffy

She pulls Larry back from the machine and shoves him away. She notices the soda can.

"Ooo! Diet!" says the former cheerleader and grabs the can.

"Do you know what you just did?" says an upset Xander.

"Saved you a dollar?"

"No, but Larry was about to pummel me!"

"Oh, that? Forget about it!" (heads back to the table)

"Oh, I'll forget about it. (follows her) In maybe fifteen, twenty years when my rep for being a sissy man finally fades!"

Buffy stops and faces him, "Xander, don't you think you're..."

Xander interrupts, "A black eye heals, Buffy, but cowardice has an unlimited shelf life. Oh, thanks! Thanks a lot for *your* help."

He grabs his bag from the table and walks off in a huff.

Buffy moans and sits back down with Willow.

"I think I just violated the guy code big time."

"Poor Xander. Boys are so fragile. Speaking of, how was your date last night?"

"Misfire." says Buffy, "I was late due to unscheduled slayage. Showed up looking trashed."

"Was he mad?"

"Actually he was pretty unmad. Which probably had something to do with the fact that Cordelia was drooling in his cappuccino."

"Oh, Buffy. Angel would never fall for her act."

"You mean that 'actually showing up, wearing a stunning outfit, embracing personal hygiene' act?"

"You know what I mean. Uh, she's not his type."

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't know what his type is. I've known him less than a year, and if you haven't noticed, he's not exactly one to over share."

"True. It's too bad we can't sneak a look at the Watcher diaries and read up on Angel. I'm sure it's full of fun facts to know and tell."

"Yeah. It's too bad. That stuff is private."

"Also Giles keeps them in his office. In his personal files."

"Most importantly, it would be wrong"

Sunnydale HS Library

Willow and Buffy look in through the round door window. They don't see Giles and give each other a look. Buffy quietly opens the door and goes in. She looks back at Willow, who gives her encouragement. The door closes and Willow looks in through the glass. Buffy quietly makes her way up to the counter and looks around again for Giles. Satisfied that he's not there she heads for his office.


She spins around and sees him in the cage getting some old books.


"Nothing! Hi!"

"Yes, I-I just wanted to talk to you about tomorrow night" says Giles in Watcher mode, "As it should be, uh, calm, you might work on some new battle techniques."

"You're beginning to scare me, Giles." says Buffy, "You need to have some fun."

She waves to Willow to come in as he's looking down at his books. Willow shakes her head and mouths 'no'. Giles looks up, and Buffy pulls her hand back and pretends she was scratching her head.

"You know, there's this place you can go, right, and you sit in the dark, and there are these moving pictures, right, and the pictures tell a story.

"Yes, yes, ha, ha, very droll."

Willow quietly comes in.

"I'll have you know that I have very, uh, many relaxing hobbies."

"Such as?"

"Well, um..."

Buffy mouths something to Willow to goad her on.

"I enjoy cross-referencing."

"Do you stuff your own shirts, or do you send them out?"

She grabs a book from the stack he's about to take to his office and walks around him to draw his view away from his office door.

"So! How come Halloween is such a big yawner? I mean, do the demons just hate how commercial it's become?" (leafs through the book)

Giles puts his books down, "Um, it's interesting, ac... Not, I suspect, to you. (takes the book from her) What is it you're after?"

Willow has made it to the office door.

"Of course, it's of interest to me! I'm the Slayer. I need to know these things. You can't keep me in the dark any longer."

Willow opens the door and starts in. Giles grabs the stack of books again and starts to turn to his office.

"Look at me when I talk to you!"

Willow looks over at them anxiously.

"I really don't have time for these games."

"Ms. Calendar said you were a babe."

Willow looks back again, but this time gives Buffy a look and shakes her head.

"She said what?"

Buffy: (meekly) "Well, she said that you were a... h-hunk of burning... something or other. So, (exhales) whadaya think of that?"

"Uh, I... (exhales) I don't, um, uh... A burning hunk of what?"

"Look. You know how disgusting it is for me to even contemplate you grownups having smoochies, (sees Willow come out of the office with a diary) but I think you should go for it."

"Buffy, I appreciate your interest, but..."

Willow hurries past the counter.

"But I've overstepped my bounds. It's none of my business, you know. (stammers) What was I thinking? My God! Shame, (Willow goes out the door) shame. I gotta go. (quickly walks out)

Giles not sure what to make of it, "A babe? (smirks) I can live with that."

Girls' bathroom. [where man fears to tread]

Buffy and Willow are sitting on the sinks and looking at a drawing of a noble woman with a tiny waist wearing a billowy gown.

"Man, look at her."

"Who is she?"

"It doesn't say, but the entry's dated 1775."

"Angel was eighteen. And still human."

"So that's the kinda girl he hung around? She's pretty coiffed."

"She looks like a noble woman or something. Which means being beautiful is sort of her job."

"And clearly this girl was a workaholic. I'll never be like this."

" C'mon! She's not that pretty. I mean, look at her. She's got a funny... uh, waist. Look how tiny that is."

Buffy (sarcastically) "Thank you. Now I feel better."

Willow exhales, "No. She's like a freak. A circus freak. Yuk."

Buffy exhales, "Musta been wonderful. Put on some fantabulous gown and go to a ball like a princess, and have horses and servants, and yet more gowns."

"Yeah. Still, I think I prefer being able to vote. (Buffy raises her brows) (smiles) Or I will when I can."

Cordelia comes into the bathroom and goes to the mirror.

"So, Buffy. You ran off last night and left poor little Angel all by his lonesome. But I did everything I could to comfort him."

"I'll bet."

Cordelia gets out her blush, "So, what's his story anyway? I mean, I never see him around." (brushes some onto her cheeks)

"Not during the day, anyway." says Willow.

"Oh, please. Don't tell me he still lives at home." says Cordelia with arrogance, "Like, he has to wait for his dad to get back before he can take the car?" (puts the blush away)

"Cordelia, I think his parents have been dead for a couple of hundred years."

Cordelia touches up her lip gloss, "Oh, good. I mean... (faces them) What?"

"Angel's a vampire." says Buffy, " I thought you knew."

Cordelia turns back to the mirror, "Oh, he's a vampire. (puts away the lip gloss) Of course! But the cuddly kind. Like a Carebear with fangs?"

"It's true." confirms Willow

Cordelia steps over to them, "You know what I think? (crosses her arms) I just think you're trying to scare me off 'cause you're afraid of the competition. Look, Buffy, you may be hot stuff when it comes to demonology or whatever, but when it comes to dating, I'm the Slayer."

She walks out. Buffy just watches her go.

Ethan's Costume Shop, Sunnydale, California
After School

Buffy Summers, Alexander "Xander" Harris, Willow Rosenburg, and Buffy's little sister Dawn have arrived at Ethan's to buy there costumes. Cordelia Chase is also there with former Partytown clients. The more expensive supplier recently lost many accounts when several of the staff developed a weird "flatulent flu" [Ethan nearly did the Scooby dance for that one]. The crowd is impressed by the costumes.

"Woah! Check these out!" says Xander looking at the impressive selection.

There are a large number of sci-fi theme costumes of extremely high quality, but the prices are shocking.

"How can he sell them so low??" asks Willow


The group turns to see Ethan behind them.

"The shipping company made a mistake and sent me the best costumes." he says with a smirk, "There loss is my gain. What do you want?"

"For you not to sneak up behind us anymore." says Willow, then blushes, " I mean it's a bad idea in this town. I mean, at least that's what Giles says."

"Giles??" interrupts Ethan, "Rupert Giles."

"You know the G-Man?" asks Xander

"We go way back. Me and him used to be rebels together back in our youth."

"Rebel??? Are we talking about the same tweed-wearing proper Englishman?"

"It was a long time ago." says Ethan, "We grew apart after an accident, but maybe we can get together and talk about the old times. Since your his friends, you can take your pick at quarter price."

The group spreads out to look at the various robots, cyborgs, and aliens. They don't notice Ethan's shark-like grin.


Xander looks around the shop, pass the collection of metal and plastic, until he nearly trips over an extension cord. Xander looks to his left and sees a normal looking outfit.

It doesn't look like a costume at all, more like a soldier or police officer. It's just a set of black lace-up boots, white pants with dark red stripes up the sides, and a dark blue military style jacket with red stripes on the shoulders. He also finds military harness/webbing with pouches and a small bottle of auburn hair dye. He picks up the outfit and an ID card falls out. It says HALO corporation CEO Jack Marlowe.


Buffy Summer, the current Slayer and destined to the longest living pouts at the lack of medieval clothing. No Princesses or Duchess, not even a Baroness. She had hoped to impress Angel with something from his time period. She rests against a coat rack and feels something soft. She pulls out a dark red catsuit and black shoes.

"Found something?" asks Ethan

"I was hoping something like a noble-woman's dress." she answers, "I was hoping to attract a guy."

Buffy blushes at telling Ethan that.

"I mean I was hoping to get this man I know to..."

Ethan holds up his hand and silently thanks who ever created the babbling truth charm.

"I'm afraid I sold the only one hours ago." says Ethan, "Still, Princesses of that era were pretty things to hang on noble arms. Weak willed things to possess, to marry rich and bear children. They would be scared of there own shadow without a strong man to protect them. Do you consider this man to be an Arrogant Prince or a Spy in the Night?"

"Spy actually."

"Then, maybe this costume is meant for you."


Willow Rosenberg, outcast and computer hacker, future lesbian uber-witch is looking threw the massive selection. In another timeline, she would have bought a generic ghost costume. Her friend Buffy would have gotten her to wear a sexy punk outfit, but at the last second she would have worn her ghost sheet. In this time line, the store has no generic anything! Willow blushes at the various skimpy outfits.

"Like you ever be able to wear one of those." says Cordelia behind her.

"Hey! I can so.""

"Your a mousy little computer geek." says Cordelia tapping into her inner b***h, "Even if Buffy could get you into a hot costume, you would put a sheet on."

"I can so"

Cordelia walks away, while Willow looks ticked. She turns and sees a bikini-like outfit with gloves, boots, silver body paint and headset with tendril hair. It something Willow would never buy if she wasn't mad at Queen C. The name tag on the costume is "Angela Spica"


Dawn Summers. The younger sister of the Slayer Buffy is looking threw the array of costumes. She thinks she just a normal little girl with a crush on Xander, but the truth is she is the mystical Key of Dagon- a magical artifact with the power to burn down the walls of dimensions. In this time line, the monks hide her from Hell God Glorificus by sending her back in time to 1987 to be born as the future Slayer's little sister. This is unimportant because Glory doesn't appear for another 4 years.

She watches her sister buy a red catsuit, Willow buying something silver and skimpy, and her Xander buying some sort of tight uniform. She looks at her selection and tosses the fairy princess back. She walks over to the cosplay rack and searches for something interesting.

"At least Buffy isn't going as an idiot princess." she says as she pushes away "Roll", "Uran", and "Chi/Elda", "I want something to impress Xander, like a video game heroine."

Finally, she pulls out a black armless jumpsuit, a black shoulder-length wig, and a standard western styled duster. There are two sets of gloves. One pair is full length designed making them resemble robotic arms, while the other is pair of fingerless gloves. There is also a small bottle of metallic grease paint.

"What's this?"

She looks at the card and smiles.

Spike's Warehouse

Spike is watching the video that the vampire took of Buffy's fight.

"Here it comes. (watches) Rewind that. Let's see that again."

The vampire rewinds the tape as Spikes strolls around to another monitor.

Spike chuckles, "She's tricky. Baby likes to play."

The scene where she stakes the vampire with the sign replays.

"You see that? The way she stakes him with that thing? That's what's called resourceful. Rewind it again."

Drusilla comes from the other room, "Miss Edith needs her tea."

Spike holds his hand out to her, "C'mere, poodle."

Drusilla takes his hand, "Do you love my insides? The parts you can't see?"

"Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet. That's why I've got to study this Slayer. Once I know her I can kill her. And once I kill her you can have your run of Sunnyhell. Get strong again.

"Don't worry. Everything's switching. Outside to inside." says Drusilla, "The Slayer vanishes and the future appears."

"Really? Did my pet have a vision?"

"Do you know what I miss? Leeches."

"Come on, talk to Daddy. This thing that makes the Slayer vanish? When is it?"


"Tomorrow's Halloween. Nothing happens on Halloween."

"Someone's come to change it all. Someone new."

Back room Ethan's Costume Shop
Later that Night.

Ethan comes through the curtain and kneels before his statue of Janus. He presses his hands together and winces in pain. When he pulls them apart there are wounds in his palms, and blood flows freely from them.

"The world that denies thee, thou inhabit".

He dabs the blood from his left hand with his right middle finger and smears it over his right eyelid.

"The peace that ignores thee,..."

He dabs the blood from his right hand with his left middle finger and smears it over his left eyelid.

" ...thou corrupt."

He dabs the blood from his left hand with his right middle finger again and smears a cross onto his forehead.

"Chaos. I remain, as ever, thy faithful, degenerate son."

The camera pans over the top of the statue from the woman's face on one side to the man's face on the other.

Summers Home, 1630 Revello Drive
Friday, October 31, 1997

"Looking Good Miss S"

Joyce Summers is surprised to see a redheaded Xander dressed in a blue-and-red uniform at the door. Xander is surprised to see Joyce dressed Jaime Sommers, the Bionic Woman.

"You look good your self, Xander. Who are you dressed as?"

"A guy called Jack Marlowe." says Xander, "He's from a comic called Wild CATs"

Xander turns as Buffy, Willow, and Dawn descend. Then his own jaw descends. Dawn looks like a cyborg girl, Buffy is in a tight red catsuit, and Willow, His Best Friend since Childhood Willow Danielle Rosenberg, is sheathed in metallic shininess.

Dawn thinks Xander looks good in a tight uniform.

Buffy thinks Xander looks very good in a tight uniform.

Willow is glad ever square inch of her is cover in silver, other wise Xander would see the rare full body blush. She almost grabbed a sheet on the way down, but Cordelia's taunt came back to her.

Sunnydale HS
A few minutes later.

At the high school, children were arriving in costume to be taken trick-or-treating. There are many interesting costumes. There are no repeats, thanks to the popularity of Ethan's costumes. Also, not only are all the children in costume, but 80% of the adults. Buffy was thus standing in the hall by the stairs holding a clipboard, waiting for her charges.

Snyder brought them to her, as well as his own bad attitude. "This is your group, Summers. No need to speak to them. The last thing they need is your influence! Just bring them back in one piece, and I won't expel you." He started to leave...

The young woman bent down to the kids and said to the kids, "Hi."

Snyder said at once, "Ah, ah!"

Buffy straightened back up, and rolled her eyes.

Not far away, Xander was briefing his group of kids - with his own special brand of Harris lore. "Okay, on sleazing extra candy: tears are key. Tears will normally get you the double-bagger. You can also try the old 'you missed me' routine, but it's risky. Only go there for chocolate. Understood?" The children all nodded their little heads. "Okay, then let's get going...We have a town to plunder and minds to corrupt."

Last Homes
A few hours later

A student dressed as a vampire was escorting his own group of the bratty little grade schoolers; and they walked by Buffy's group, coming back from a house.

The former LA blonde stopped and crouched down, to see what they'd gotten. She asked, "What did Mrs. Davis give you?"

They all pulled out toothbrushes, and the Chosen One almost blanched. "She must be stopped..."

The Slayer then got up, talking to her group of kids, "Let's hit one more house. We still have a few more minutes, before I need to get you back..."

Back room Ethan's Costume Shop
Same time.

In the back room of Ethan's shop, the man of the hour prepared himself to incant a spell in Latin.

Ethan nodded and finished the preliminaries.

"Janus, evoco vestram animam. Exaudi meam causam. Carpe noctem pro consilio vestro. Veni, appare et nobis monstra quod est infinita potestas."

[Janus, I invoke your spirit. Hear my plea. Seize the night for your own reason. Come, appear and show to us that which is infinite power.]

Last Homes
A few hours later.

At a house elsewhere, Willow followed her charges along the porch to the front door. "C'mon, guys..."

One of the kids, who was wearing one of Ethan's favourite monster masks [from his old stock] on his head, rang the bell and stepped back. An old lady answered the door, and the kid with the mask pulled it down over his face.

All the kids chanted in unison, "Trick-or-treat!"

The lady smiled in genuine pleasure, "Oh my goodness, aren't you adorable!"


Back in the shop Ethan chanted,

"Persona se corpum et sanguium commutandum est. Vestra sancta praesentia concrescet viscera. Janus! Sume noctem!"

[The mask transforms itself into flesh and blood. Your holy presence curdles the heart. Janus! Take the night!]


A wind began to blow on the streets, as Buffy sensed something wasn't quite right. Not far away at the residence where the old lady was with Willow's kids, the homeowner looked into her empty bucket and said, "Oh, dear! Am I all out? I could've sworn I had more candy..."

The kid wearing a red rubber cap with horns suddenly morphed into a horned, red-skinned real monster. The woman didn't notice and said, "I'm sorry, mister monster..." She bent down, "Maybe I..."

The kid with the green mask had changed into a demon also; so he grabbed the lady by the neck, and began to cold-bloodedly choke her.

The other children just screamed and ran away. Willow shouted in confusion, "No! Let her go!"

The red demon attacked the green one, and he let go of the woman. The two monsters started to tear at each other's throats as Willow kept shouting, "Stop! What're you doing?!"

The old lady quite sensibly ran into the house, and slammed the door shut. The former redheaded guardian of the children just ignored that and yelled, "Stop! Hey!"

Suddenly, a silver fist punches threw the head of the red demon and grabs the neck of the green. With a twist, the neck is snapped and both children-turned-demon-turned-corpses fall to the ground.

End of Chapter One

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