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Summary: Summary: Be careful what you ask for when you cast a spell – you just might get it.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > GeneralmatthewFR7127301197530 Oct 0930 Oct 09Yes
Summary: Be careful what you ask for when you cast a spell – you just might get it.

Disclaimer: If I owned this, certain things would have turned out very differently. Ah, well.

Ethan chuckled as he read through the spell. It would be great fun, and wouldn’t he just love to see the look on Ripper’s face when his old friend discovered that the normally dull Halloween had been turned deadly. Oh yes, this would be a great time.

He cast the invocation, asking Janus to transform the children of Sunnydale into their specially prepared costumes. He could almost hear the screams of terror, smell the panic in the streets. Ethan threw open the shop door to find… silence? What had gone wrong?

A careful glance around showed almost no movement in sight. There did, however, seem to be numerous piles of what looked like clothing scattered about. The first such pile he reached turned out to be one of his costumes, but with no occupant. He was shocked. The spell had been meant for some admittedly nasty mischief, not mass disintegration of children! Ethan’s face went white and his hands started shaking as he examined the costume more closely, desperate for an answer as to what had gone wrong. The costume seemed thicker than it should have been, and it was. A the child seemed to have been wearing two layers of the same costume. Perhaps it had overloaded the spell? No, wait a moment… it struck him suddenly, as he understood what had happened.

Ethan looked up, his arms wide in a gesture of anger and incredulity.

“Bloody hell! When I asked you to turn them into their costumes, this is not what I bloody meant!”

He stomped inside, muttering. Bloody literal minded Roman chaos gods. Bloody stupid spell. He hated Halloween.


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