Hey people! I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say some of you are peeved at this moment because I'm starting a new story even though I still haven't updated either of the other two main ones (Harry Potter and the End of the Beginning/ Harry Potter and the Day it All Changed) I won't bother apologizing for that, cause well it's fruitless, but I will say that there should be an update in at least one of those (I'll try for both, but no promises) by the end of October. Speaking of, to all you Canadian's out there, Happy belated-Thanksgiving, I hope it was good.
Anyway, given that it's October and Halloween is approaching, I re-watched one of my favourite Halloween specials (isn't Youtube wonderful?)And this idea popped in my head, so I'm gonna go with it. I warn you that this will not start out as the happiest of stories, and it does deviate a fair bit from what you'd expect given the intended age bracket of the original book series/movies. SO, without further ado, here is: Hannah-Maire What?!
Disclaimer: I do NOT, have NOT, and probably will NOT ever own Scary Godmother and any other characters, etc used in this story...although some characters I just made up for plots sake, them I suppose I could claim to own, but don't care enough to bother.
Bug-a-Boo grinned to himself as he lay under Hannah-Marie's bed, he'd gotten a job scaring some kid, Luke if he remembered right, who lived the next street over from Hannah. So, he'd decided to pop in for a visit, it was late August and the air was finally starting to get cool in the little town he'd grown fond of. Hiding under Hannah's bed was always fun because it gave him a chance to see his favourite human.
Bug-a-Boo listened for Hannah incase she was in her room as he couldn't see any legs and therefore had to assume she wasn't in the immediate vicinity of the bed. As he listened Bug-a-Boo heard nothing in the room and wondered whether Hannah was out with her friends or something. These thoughts were short lived, however; as a yell from downstairs startled him.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! HOW DARE YOU TRY AND LIE TO ME! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO PRETEND YOU DIDN'T GET IN TROUBLE AGAIN AT SCHOOL! MY WIFE AND I TOOK YOU IN OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF OUR HEARTS AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US?! BY SHOWING PEOPLE THE FREAK YOU ARE?! HOW DARE YOU!" a masculine voice roared. Bug-a-Boo would've jumped were he not lying down on his stomach. Who was that?
Bug-a-Boo wondered who the man was yelling at, and if he was in the right house when he heard feet coming towards the room, and the yelling got both closer and louder. That's when it hit him. This man, whoever he was, was yelling at Hannah-Marie.
The same Hannah that had shrieked like she was being tortured upon seeing him out of fear of monsters. The Hannah that got Orson out of having to wear that cape and crown ensemble Ruby had thought up. The Hannah that loved cheese and olives on pizza, and got the pair of them out of eating Orson's bloody pizza. Something inside Bug-a-Boo both trembled and thrashed with rage and anguish.
One thought rang clear in Bug-a-Boo's mind as he decided that he had to go before Hannah realized he was there. Whoever this man was, whatever possessed him to yell at Hannah, and whatever he'd done that seemed to be making Hannah so afraid, there would be hell to pay for it. Scary would make sure of that.
Bug-a-Boo arrived moments later in the basement of Scary Godmother's house and immediately bolted up the stairs to find his broommates. Arriving upstairs, looking every bit as frightening and frightened as the children who saw him, Bug-a-Boo raced to the kitchen and found both Scary and Skully in the room. The pair in question jumped at the speed with which their usually loud, heavy-footed friend moved.
"Bug-a-Boo!?" Scary exclaimed. "What's making you move so fast? Are you hurt? Did you find a kid you can't scare? You didn't lose your job did you?" she prattled off, before Bug-a-Boo cut her off, panting out, "Not...job...stopped by...to see...yelling...awful...could've been hurt...don't know who...he was..."
Now Skully and Scary were really confused, "Who? What are you talking about? Somebody stopped you while you were on you're way to work and yelled at you?" Scary questioned. Skully frowned, "Now there's a bone weary cause. Yelling at a monster who's job it is to make people scream."
Bug-a-Boo shook his head, finally having caught his breath. "Not me, Scary. I was on my way to work so I stopped by to say hello, but then before I got a chance to see her I heard this awful yelling down stairs, foul stuff too. Things that children shouldn't hear. I don't know who he was but he was really mad about something but I dunno what. I left before she could find me and try to stop me from getting help." he stated. Scary looked like she was going to explode if she didn't get something soon, Bug-a-Boo assumed that it was revenge on whoever was yelling at her godchild, so he quickly held up his hands.
"Before ya do anything too drastic, Scary, we should get Count Max, Ruby, Harry, and Orson here to help plan." Bug-a-Boo suggested. Then Scary finally demanded in as calm a voice as she could muster, "Bug-a-Boo?" she began. "Yeah?" he responded hesitantly. "Who are you talking about?! You keep saying 'she' who is 'she'?!" Bug-a-Boo did have the decency to look bashful before saying the name that would rock Scary Godmother to her core. "Hannah."
Hannah-Marie winced, as she took a cool cloth and gently dabbed the newest bruise forming on her cheek from where her adoptive father had struck her. It had only been 20 minutes since then, and the mark was already purpling. That wasn't a good sign. She knew it was her fault though, if she hadn't have not mentioned getting in trouble at school, again, Greg(her adoptive father) might not have been so hard on her, or Lisa (her adoptive mother) might've stopped Greg sooner.
Oh, they still would've hurt her, it was their way of dealing with her 'abnormalities' as they were known. Many people didn't know why, but they could sense something different about Hannah. And not necessarily in the good way. Hannah wasn't like other girls who chatted constantly about other boys and dolls and alike. No, Hannah had passed that age. Oh, sure she still like dressing up as a fairy princess at Halloween, but a lot of girls loved the idea of being a princess, that wasn't what made her abnormal.
What made her abnormal, to the general public at least, was her constant theme of monsters. She had gotten in trouble at school again today because she'd been caught, once again, doodling monsters in her scribbler, and not just any monsters. Her friends from the Fright Side. Not that anyone else knew that, although a few had observed her consistency in drawing the same monsters over and over again. Some people thought she was trying to write a book, and they were her characters.
They would be wrong. The reason Hannah constantly doodled her monster family, was A) To help her forget about her adoptive family and the pain (Emotional and physical) that came with them. B) She missed her friends terribly, and while she knew she could go visit them, she'd learned from Greg and Lisa not to be a bother, so she pretended they were with her in her drawings. And C) The people around her always told her, 'There's no such thing as monsters.' so Hannah-Maire diligently kept drawing her friends just to remind herself they were real.
The bruise having finally, cooled enough under her gentle prodding, Hannah took out her old, worn, case of make up, and began to cover up the bruise. All her clothes were long to cover up the marks left by hands, feet, fists, and many other objects. But no one ever got close enough to the local freak to wonder about it anyway. Greg hollered from downstairs for her to get her ass down there and start doing her chores. Hannah sighed and slowly made to go tend to the innumerably long list of chores Greg always seemed to have for her.
Well what did you think? Worth continuing? I realize it doesn't exactly fit the typical image for this Halloween special, but there will be plenty of sights and frights in the coming updates. I make no guarantee of this story being done by Halloween though, so don't even go there. Anyway, all favourites, comments, reviews, follows, etc are appreciated. And even less appreciated things such as flames, are still taken into consideration.