All Hallows Eve
All Hallows Eve... when anything and everything can happen...
BANG! The stone, having creaked carefully only seconds
before, rose up and smashed into the ground. Only its magic prevented it from
being broken, and the coffin was laid bare for all eyes to see.
Of course, no one was really watching, seeing
as all the children were busy trick-or-treating and the adults stayed safe in
their homes. No eyes lay upon the Blumaroo who stretched a few times and yawned
a bit, after 200-some years of deep sleep.
Count von Roo blinked twice as his eyes adjusted
to the not-that-dark darkness which followed dusk. Finally! Finally he was able
to come out and stretch his body from that stiff, uncomfortable position he
had been sleeping in. Honestly, whomever that had decided that vampires crossed
their arms and had their feet bound together while sleeping... Von Roo growled,
baring his teeth. They were surprisingly white after a long time in the tomb.
Then again, that spell had kept him clean, and a shower wasn't in order.
On the other hand, he did have to attend to things.
He hadn't bounced up just for fun. In fact, if he could just get the pets to
obey him like they did... The Count's lips curled into a thin smile that did
not go very well with his round and cute-looking body.
If they could get scared... If they looked into
his eyes and believed his sweet words... Von Roo grinned once again, but that
satisfaction quickly faded when he saw that part of his cape was falling off.
Quickly he swept up the little black and red piece that whirled through the
air and attached it to his cape before it could escape.
Count von Roo looked around and realized to his
surprise that there were no scaredy-pets to scare... Confused, he blinked again,
as if to see the truth. Unfortunately this only led to the inevitable conclusion...
There were no neopets to scare!
Oh, the horror of it all! Shivering, the Count
almost wanted to go back to sleep in his coffin again. It hadn't been all that
comfortable, but compared to the nightmare of not having any neopets to scare...
Suddenly Von Roo became aware of his surroundings, and almost wanted to bite
himself for his stupidity. Of course! There were no neopets in a deep, dark
Standing there, the Count figured that he had
to go in search for the pets... But it wasn't proper of a villain to go around
and display himself openly, much less to search for good guys to scare... Von
Roo frowned thoughtfully before he decided that he'd do it, despite the humiliation.
After all, that stone coffin was clammy and cold from 200-some years of resting.
Having reached a decision, Count von Roo stepped
out of the glade that his coffin rested in and started walking in a random direction.
The Blumaroo wasn't sure exactly why he was walking right between the two gnarly
old trees, but a prickling feeling down his spine told him that this was the
way to go.
Soon he reached a few small houses. The homes
were nicely arranged down a path. How nice, Von Roo thought. All my
servants neatly organized.
Taking a proud stride, Count von Roo walked,
no, marched down the street with an air of confidence. 200-some years of resting
had done him well. Now he looked older, more dignified, and hopefully he hadn't
lost his agility or strength.
A few children in costumes passed him, and for
a sudden second the Count considered to recruit them, but decided against it.
After all, there were probably better scary pets waiting for him to be their
master, and these were a bit too small. Scrunching his eyes as they slowly left
his view, Von Roo noticed that Edna, the Esophagor and the Brain Tree had quite
a legacy. Maybe a mini-Brain Tree right beside his coffin wouldn't be that bad...
The large, homey house in front of him abolished
all thought of that. The light revealed that there were no less than eight merry
neopets, happily playing game around what seemed like a bowl of candy. Count
von Roo soon enough stood in front of the door, wondering which way he would
enter the house. It was easiest to knock the door, seeing as he didn't have
to resort to horrible methods such as sneaking and popping out of a corner.
Besides, sneaking around might make those horrible holes even larger in his
torn and worn cape.
Besides, a proper gentleman knocked the door.
Or rung the doorbell, in Von Roo's case. Apprehensively, but excitedly, for
he hadn't been around for 200-some years, the Count jabbed his right paw into
the bell. A loud ringing noise was enough to shock Von Roo off his feet, and
quickly he regained balance. He had acted like a gentleman, but he had to look
the part too.
One of the eight pets that had been playing opened
the door, her cheeks rosy and excited. She gave him a small smile, and to his
shock, the Count found that she wasn't afraid at all. He grinned a huge, less-confident
grin, hoping that this blithe Faerie Acara would get the idea.
All the Acara said was, "Oh."
Hearing her utter that small sound, the Count
grew a bit confused. Why wasn't this stupid Neopet scared like she ought to
be? Why wasn't she scrambling around and screaming in horror? What was he supposed
to say now?
This was certainly a problem. After 200-some
years of sleeping uncomfortably in his cold, clammy coffin, he had gotten up
and found that he wasn't scary anymore! No, he mustn't give up, he must convince
"I am Count von Roo," the Count said in the creepiest
voice he could muster, in lack of anything better to say. Perhaps the Acara
didn't know him, but by the looks of her eyes widening she seemed to.
"Oh," the Faerie Acara said again. "Chrissy!
Come over here with the bowl! You'll love this one!" Another neopet, a pretty
Cybunny, arrived holding a large blue bowl filled with candy, the very same
one he had seen the family playing with.
"That's a very good costume," the Faerie Acara
remarked, smiling at him. When Von Roo bared his teeth again, she didn't seem
to get the idea.
"And a good voice too," Chrissy the Cybunny added
with an even larger grin.
"Go ahead, don't be shy," the Acara said after
a long moment of silence. Count von Roo had been glaring at her, but now his
eyes shook with confusion. What was this? The pets were offering him candy and
not fearing him at all?
Von Roo took a deep breath and tried again, despite
all those stupid misunderstandings. He stared into the Acara's eyes, and they
twinkled with unreleased joy and laughter, not the typical fear that he found
so enjoyable. After a long moment, in which nothing happened, he turned his
attention to the Cybunny. None of them submitted to his steadfast gaze, to the
dark, mysterious, evil eyes that had once held hundreds of neopets under his
"Take some candy," Chrissy said, grasping his
paw. This was outmost... Count von Roo's jaw dropped in shock as the Cybunny
scooped up some candy to put in his paw. How could these little neopets... Weren't
they afraid at all?
The pets' eyes twinkled with mirth as they said
goodbye and shut the door, not leaving room for any questions. Confused, Von
Roo left the house to continue his walk down the street, this time not so proud.
How could those pets have resisted his charming
eyes? How could they have not been filled by fear? On top of everything... they
treated him like a little kid! The Blumaroo looked at the paw that was filled
with candy and felt a small surge of gratitude. Of course, they had been nice
enough to give him something...
Unwrapping a Sweet, the Count popped it in his
mouth and felt the sweetness overwhelm him. He was no longer confused, thanks
to the effects of the candy, and some of his shattered dignity, pride and confidence
Walking over to the next house, Von Roo stopped
by to knock again. By this time the sweet had melted in his mouth, and he was
able to talk again. He was ready try for another victim, and hopefully they
wouldn't be so hard to convince as that Faerie Acara...
The door creaked, like his coffin had done, and
the Count found himself staring into the eyes of another Blumaroo, who was painted
in a bright, blue color.
"I am Count von Roo!" Von Roo roared, making
sure that he wouldn't do the same mistake as he did the last time. The pet retreated
in fear of being yelled at, but stepped forward once the Count was done.
"Impressive trick-or-treating," the blue Bumaroo
grinned, taking out a jar of candy. Why, for Fyora's sake, was everyone offering
him candy for? He wasn't some candy-obsessed little kid walking around and begging
for it... No, he was Count von Roo, villain extraordinaire, special, evil vampire
"Huh?" the pet said after a few moments when
Von Roo had not reached forth his paw to take a piece of candy. "But these are
the best I've got to offer... " He pointed at the Spyder Bites. "And they go
really well together with Halloween, too..."
"Halloween?" Count von Roo asked, his anger suppressed
by curiosity. That word was something both familiar and unfamiliar. It sounded
like something he knew... But...
"All Hallows Eve," the blue Blumaroo said, "Halloween
"Oh," Von Roo uttered softly before he realized
that he sounded exactly like the Acara. Perhaps she had realized something he
"I'm surprised," the pet said honestly before
taking out a few Spyder Bites. "But you know, you are really good at this. Too
bad all the little kiddies have left, or they'd be terrified at the sight of
you." The blue Blumaroo pushed the candy into the Count's free paw. "Just watch
out for the older groups, they might negg you for looking so real..."
"Oh, that's just a common term for the mean little
critters who throw negg at your house if they don't get what they want. You're
surprisingly modest, you know?" the pet smiled. "Well, good luck with the trick-or-treating,
and hopefully there won't be another visitor to my house!" With that, the blue
Blumaroo closed the door and once again Von Roo found himself shut out, not
having made any progress.
Count von Roo looked at his candy-filled paws,
confusion returning faster than ever. What was going on? Even though he had
held eye contact with the Blumaroo during the chat, the blue Blumaroo didn't
seem all that scared... To be honest, that pet looked like he was going to laugh!
There was only one reason for such behavior...
Of course, he had considered it, but his mind had rejected the notion over and
over again. But what else would explain their rejection, their free spirit,
them not being victims? He... The Count shivered. He just wasn't scary anymore!
And finally when he was free from that depressing old coffin, up and ready to
scare, he had been thrown into depression once again, doubting his ability to
Was it even worth the trouble of knocking on
another door? Would he encounter the same result? The Count picked up one of
his Spyder Bites to chew upon while he pondered. Those nasty pets, he thought,
trying to retaliate, not getting scared like they ought to be!
And what was that trick-or-treating that the
blue Blumaroo had talked about? And they all told him that he was very good...
Very good... Humph! Count von Roo frowned. He was a villain, an evil creature,
far from anything regarded as 'good'. How could they have been so mistaken?
He rolled his eyes. Pets these days, not even
scared... Perhaps he should get a makeover or something... With a sudden pang,
the old Blumaroo realized what he was missing. Of course! How could he be scary
when he didn't have any fangs! Von Roo touched his teeth sadly, and realized
that like part of his cape, the fangs had deteriorated and shrunken down to
normal teeth, since he hadn't had a feast in ages.
Maybe... Maybe there was some way to fix it?
Could he use fake fangs? No, the Count thought. Von Roo was way too proud to
even think about something as fake fangs, seeing as how they could never replace
his real ones. Oh, and the fact that they might break...
Sighing, Von Roo sat in the gutter like a beggar.
What was he doing out here, trying to scare pets that only seemed to want to
laugh at him instead of being sound and asleep inside his coffin, uncomfortable
A group of scary villains passed by, and someone
shouted upon seeing the depressed Blumaroo in the gutter. They all cackled evilly,
not the way Edna used to, but a mischievous cackle that could only belong to
little children harboring evil in their hearts.
Soon neggs started to rain upon the Count. When
one particular spiky negg hit him right on the head and fell apart, Count von
Roo ran for cover. He threw his dignity away as the youngsters disguised as
villains cackled, seeing such an old and ridiculous pet trick-or-treating. There
was no time for thought as neggs flew through the air and missed their target
by inches. Von Roo fled down the street with the evil pets in costume following
him, and for the whole duration of the hunt, fear was grasping his heart tightly...
To have fellow villains see this... See this atrocious villain behavior, and
pelting neggs at him...
Von Roo shuddered as he rounded a corner and
found himself in front of a large but dark house. The house was beautiful but
odd with gnarled wooden towers and other oddities that seemed to simply stick
out of the house. The Count breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his pursuers
stop. Perhaps fear still worked...
Only by looking at this house, Count von Roo
felt his heart pound again. The questions concerning dignity, pride, villain
and such fled his mind as he stared at the amazing house that looked as large
as a castle. In fact, it wasn't that bad compared to his own castle that stood
long forgotten in the Haunted Woods.
Von Roo tried not to think about that, as the
matter already gave him enough regret during his 200-some year sleep. Instead,
the Blumaroo determinedly walked up towards the house. The chilling feel was
just about right, and the house actually felt faintly familiar. It wasn't like
those bright modern homes with their magic faerie lighting, but something else.
Old, murky and mysterious...
Smiling a satisfied smile (without fangs), Von
Roo strode forward to the door. Oh no, he wasn't feeling quite confident, but
this seemed the right place to start to scare somebody. If there was somebody
The Count knocked on the door, appreciating the
taste of the person who had put up the golden, fearsome handle. The door slowly
opened to reveal a dark room, full of Spyder webs and old furniture. It seemed
as if this place was inspired to fear... A clock chimed far away, signaling
that it was midnight.
Count von Roo entered the house with slow and
deliberate steps. As he set his tail on the floor, Von Roo almost felt as if
he was home. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the light of the dim, faceless orbs,
which clung to the wall in clusters. This wasn't a room - it was a mansion!
In front of him he could see an old pet slowly descend from the stairs, holding
a near-dying, flickering candle in his hand.
"Welcome," the pet said, and the Count noticed
that the pet was a white Blumaroo.
"I am Count von Roo," Von Roo declared, rather
tired at having to do this every time. Hopefully this old man wouldn't ask him
about trick-or-treating or tell him that he was 'good'.
"Really?" the Blumaroo raised his eyebrows, scrutinizing
the Count. After a full five minutes of nothing but staring, the pet acknowledged
the fact. "So you really are Count von Roo," he said.
Von Roo felt a rush of gratitude at the recognition,
for he had thought that all stupid pets would be blithe and offer him candy.
"Who are you?" he asked, feeling as if he had to say something. Staring into
the stranger's eyes, the Count found them rather familiar. But he couldn't exactly
place his fingers on what it was... After all, 200-some years is a very long
time, even for a simple nap.
"Barteil A. Chroo," the white Blumaroo replied.
"Just call me by my last name, Chroo."
Suddenly Count von Roo realized who it was. He
should've known it, should've recognized that old, wrinkly face, should've seen
it by the majestic hold of the candle... "My... The one who sealed me in my
"Precisely," Chroo grinned.
Von Roo's mind protested against this, that that
old pet was even alive... He couldn't have been! The Count made no effort to
break his gaze, as he knew he could not overpower Chroo from experience, but
rather that Chroo was the one who held his gaze. Then again, as he heard so
many times before from those other villains... All Hallows Eve, they had told
him, was a night when anything and everything could happen.
"Mind a chat with an old friend?" Chroo asked
after a long moment of silence, in which Von Roo tried to recover from the shock.
"It's getting rather lonely around here... None of those pesky little youngsters
dared to enter after I had sent one of them into a freshly made coffin." He
grinned, revealing a toothless grin, and to Von Roo's surprise, the Count realized
that he liked Chroo's wry humor.
Of course, he hadn't exactly had the time or
chance to get acquainted to the pet that had defeated and sealed him away...
Maybe this was the chance and the time? It was a very special night, of course,
and seeing as he couldn't scare any of those stubborn pets, maybe a break would
be good for him...
"I'd be happy to stay for a cup of tea," Count
von Roo replied politely, in which the old white Blumaroo got up to get a good
set of china.
"This is my best set, reserved for fancy guests,"
Chroo declared as he put the set down and placed a pale, white cup in front
of Count von Roo. The Count stared in wonder as the pot filled itself and flew
into the air to fill his cup with hot, newly made herbal tea.
"So, what do you do nowadays?" Von Roo asked
dryly, still on his guard. That tea and the whole house astounded him, but he
wasn't about to let his old enemy find out. After all, he hadn't exactly decided
that he was on friendly terms with this pet...
"Oh, just walk around and visit some old friends,"
Chroo said. "And I suppose you're all busy with being a vampire..."
"My fangs aren't quite as sharp as they used
to be," the Count declared sadly. "And all these youngsters are talking about
trick-or-treating... And they say that I'm good. GOOD!" Von Roo spat the last
word, making sure that the spit didn't land anywhere near the set or his cape.
"Trick-or-treating, eh?" said the white Blumaroo.
"That's a modern new thing, for kids to go around and beg candy... And if they
don't get it, sometimes they throw negg at houses. Generally they knock on doors
and ask 'Trick or treat?' and then receive some candy."
Chroo's explanation confused Von Roo a bit at
first, but when he had digested the news, the Count realized that a lot more
things made sense now. He kept asking some questions, and to his surprise, Chroo
kindly explained everything that had been confusing.
"So this, this Halloween thing..." Count von
Roo summarized, "It's when kids dress up in costumes and go around and ask for
candy and if they don't get it, there are fatal consequences?"
"That pretty much sums it up," Chroo said and
grinned. "But I'm afraid that they forget what Halloween's all about..."
"What?" Von Roo asked, though he had half of
the answer figured out because of the look on the old Blumaroo's face. Chroo's
face was twisted, his wrinkles deeper than before, a wolfish grin appearing
on his face and his hands excitedly clutching to the armrests of his chair.
"For us... It would seem that it is time for
you to return to sleep, isn't it?" Chroo whispered softly, just as the clock
struck 1 AM. "After all, I guess I ought to do my duty and put you back to sleep.
No doubt that you're tired, and there is nothing to gain for a vampire from
these independent youngsters."
"I suppose," Von Roo said amiably, though he
would've liked to go around and see more of this interesting, new Neopia. The
Count felt a pang of sadness, for the friendly air that had existed just a few
minutes ago while discussing those ridiculous little pets and their costumes
had now vanished, leaving two tense Blumaroos behind. He was sorry to end that
delightful conversation, having almost enjoyed it... Almost thought of Chroo
as a friend...
"If I couldn't..." Count von Roo started, but
felt magical energies push him back. "NO!" he roared from instinct, and lunged
for Chroo. If he couldn't have one pet, then maybe he'd get this old one...
With speed far above the abilities for one so old, Chroo sidestepped his attack
and started to recite an incantation.
"It is time for you to return, and we can have
a nice chat next year," Chroo smiled sadly. There was still one detail escaping
Von Roo's mind... If only he could grasp it. It had something to do with Chroo...
Seeing a layer of grim-faced determination and an icy smile beneath the sad,
soft, lined features of Chroo, the Count wondered if he was as friendly as he
There was no time left for thought as a strong
gust of wind rushed through the mansion, bringing Count von Roo back to his
resting place and as a final gesture, the wind pushed him firmly into coffin.
The Count knew his energies were being sapped, but still he had some left, and
his mind had been reaching some conclusions.
Grasping his cape for support, Von Roo walked
far enough until he could see the graveyard and its tombstones. Right there,
at the very edge, stood the name that he wouldn't, couldn't ever forget.
Barteil A. Chroo. 164 BN.
This couldn't be true! Feeling his body fail
him, Count von Roo once again returned to his tomb, this time being sealed away.
The magic overpowered him, lifted the tombstone he had been strong enough resist
and slammed it right above him, forcing him to take that uncomfortable position.
Filled with regret, Von Roo thought of all the things he could've done... Yet
another scheme failed. A fitful sleep settled over him, as a figure watched
"Thank you for lending me courage, grandfather,"
a female white Blumaroo whispered, holding up a pale charm. "To think that it
worked so well..." she smiled. The Blumaroo turned around, her dress fluttering
softly in the wind as her mouth whispered the magical words. "All Hallows Eve...
when anything and everything can happen..."