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Scarepair Crowboat: Peter Beale & Arthur “Fatboy” Chubb & Tamwar Masood & Darren Miller (EastEnders) + “Scaring the Scaredy Cat”

Requested by Anonymous

It was a terrible idea. It was worse than terrible -- it was stupid. Idiotic. Dangerous. The only reason Tamwar hadn't voiced his doubts yet was for fear of disturbing who knew what. Anything could be lurking in the shadows of the abandoned building. Fatboy had been ecstatic at seeing the gaping hole in the fence outside, but, frankly, it set Tamwar on edge.

They finally found a way into the building. Through a broken winow. Another bright red flag popped up and Tamwar finally hesitated.

'I really don't think this is a good idea,' he said, keeping his voice down. 'Why can't we just have the party in a house, like normal people?'

Darren stared at him like he was crazy. 'Because it's Halloween?'

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but Tamwar was still stumped. How was Halloween a good reason to risk their lives? It was supposed to be fun, as far as he was aware. Not that his mum had ever let him and Syed have any fun on Halloween. She thought it was immature and ridiculous.

He close his mouth and bit back his argument. Fatboy made sure the window was free of broken glass before hopping through it. Darren followed. Peter nudged Tamwar, grinning, and hauled himself up onto the sill.

'I think I'll wait out here,' Tamwar said. He shrugged. 'Someone should keep watch. This is technically -- and literally -- illegal, so...'

Fatboy and Darren both sighed but agreed to let him play security guard. Peter, on the other hand, glanced between them, then put his foot back on the outside of the warehouse.

'I'll stay with you, then,' he said, and he shrugged as well then. 'It's only fair. Two go in, two stay here.' And then, with a wavering grin: 'Just -- be quick, yeah?'

'Come on, Fats,' Darren muttered with a shake of his head.

They lit up their torches but the light quickly disappeared when they moved away from the window. Tamwar glanced at Peter, who leaned back against the wall with a small smile. He couldn't tell if it was disappointment, relief, or anxiety.

'You could've gone with them if you wanted to,' Tamwar said, trying to figure it out. 'I didn't mind waiting out here on my own.'

But Peter said, 'I wasn't really that keen either, to be honest. I'd rather wait out here.'

'Oh, so, you get to look like the good guy who chose to keep the coward company as opposed to being one yourself. Great.'

Peter bent his head over his phone, typing away, presumably to his sister or his dad, lying about where he was. Tamwar didn't even want to think about what his mum would say if she knew where he was.

An eternity passed, and he was on the verge of asking Peter to text Fatboy or Darren to tell them to hurry up when a loud, nearby clang of something metal stopped him. Both heads whipped around, trying to locate the source. Hoping they wouldn't. And then Tamwar saw it.

A light, about thirty feet away. Coming right towards them.

'What do we do?' Tamwar hissed, panicking. He hadn't thought about what being the lookout actually meant.

Peter grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the window.

'What are you doing?!'

'Hiding! Come on!'

There really wasn't another choice. As much as he didn't want to go in there, he really didn't want to stay out here. Groaning unhappily, he climbed through the window, with Peter right behind him. They stumbled through the dark, trying to get out of sight. Everything echoed, and every noise went straight down Tamwar's spine.

They blindly found their way out of the room and into a hallway. Left, right, up, or back the way they came. Left and right were both a long walk further into the darkness. Back wasn't safe. Up didn't look promising.

'Which way?'

BANG.

They both jumped out of their skin.

'What was that?!' Peter hissed.

'How would I know?!' Tamwar countered. A loud creak answered from up above. 'Right, we need to go before this place collapses.'

'Wait, we need to find Fatboy and Darren.'

Tamwar groaned quietly but he knew he was right. They debated for a moment between going left or right.

'Maybe we should split up,' Peter suggested. 'We could get round the whole building and meet back here?'

Tamwar whipped around to stare at him incredulously. 'Are you serious? "Let's split up" is just about every person's famous last words before they get gruesomely murdered by a guy weilding a chainsaw or a samurai sword.'

Peter threw a hand up. 'Well, we need to--'

'Pete! Tam!'

Fatboy's voice bounced from every corner. A shake akin to thunder came from up above, and then he came hurtling down the stairs.

'Fats! What happened?!' Peter asked, catching him when he nearly came crashing into them, doubling over.

'There was -- it was--'

He shook his head, trying to catch his breath inbetween words. Tamwar glanced at the stairs, half-expecting an axe-wielding maniac to be right on his tail.

Finally, Fatboy managed to say, 'There was something up there, man. I don't know what it was, but it was just -- standing there in the corner, staring at us, and then--'

'And then what?' Tamwar said warily.

'It just came at us and we ran for it.'

'Wait, where's Darren?' Peter asked.

Fatboy's head snapped up. 'What?' He looked around frantically, finally straightening up. 'Nah, nah, he was right behind me, I swear! Oh, no, what if it got him?!'

'Or something's fallen on him and he could be hurt,' Tamwar said.

He saw the panic-stricken expressions on their faces.

'Right, come on.'

He heard them behind him as they climbed the charred and crumbling staircase. Trying not to think about it collapsing from beneath him and being buried under rubble or impaled on splintering wood. What if he was about to find Darren in that exact state?

His eyes automatically scanned the floor as they moved carefully through the hallway, and he half-expected to accidentally kick something vaguely human-shaped.

'We were in there,' Fatboy said quietly, pointing to a room on the left.

Tamwar took a breath then peered into the room. It was big, and the corners were entirely enveloped in shadows. He squinted and cautiously stepped inside.

'Are you sure you were in here?'

Silence. Except for his racing heart, that was. He turned around and found the hallway empty. He was an idiot.

'Okay,' he said loudly. 'Ha-ha. Very funny, guys, you got me.'

He stepped back into the hallway, searching for their hiding spot while cursing himself internally. He peered around the corner. A few feet away, a figure darted into a room. It looked taller than any of them.

He took a step forward -- then something was running at him. Instinct pulled him backwards, he tripped, spun around and a piercing shriek filled every inch of the building as a door swung open in front of him. Something grabbed him from behind and, yeah, he might have jumped and maybe yelled a little.

Fatboy buckled with laughter immediately as Peter removed the clown mask he had somehow managed to procure from somewhere.

'You messed it up!' he said, obviously disappointed.

'We still got you, didn't we?' Darren said in his ear, shaking him with the arm he had wrapped around him. 'Eh, Tam? You gotta admit, you were freaked out.'

'Yeah, you got me,' Tamwar said, rolling his eyes. His heart was still beating, even if it would send a hospital moniter into distress. 'Can we go now?'

Fatboy had just barely stopped laughing. He waved a hand, standing up straight as he said, 'No! No way, we still need to check this place out properly.'

'What, you were serious? You actually want to throw a party? Here?'

Tamwar threw a pointed look around them. A well-timed gust of wind blew threw the house, rattling the loose floorboards and windows.

'Right, I really don't want to be buried here, so, can we please leave?'

'Tam, man, don't be so boring! It's--'

A distant bang cut him off. The silence was filled by a loud thudding not nearly far enough away. Something groaned, then the thudding turned to what was unmistakably hurried footsteps.

'That's definitely not you this time, right?' Tamwar muttered.

'Definitely not,' Darren agreed.

Tamwar raised his eyebrows at Fatboy, who was now frozen to the spot, staring down the dark corridor. Another bang nearly sent him through the roof.

'Nah, this place is creepy as hell, we're leaving.'

[syedmasood]

nobody talk to me eastenders did a fatboy cameo in 2023

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Peter and Fatboy walked so Bobby and Freddie could run <3

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Scarepair Crowboat: Peter Beale x Arthur “Fatboy” Chubb x Tamwar Masood x Darren Miller (EastEnders) + “Costume”

Requested by Anonymous

Peter and Tamwar finally rejoined the table, drinks in hand. Darren and Fatboy were caught up in a debate that halted when they slid back into the booth.

'Right, Pete, Tam, help me out here,' Fatboy pleaded. 'Did we or did we not agree that we were going to dress up as zombies for Halloween?'

'Uh...' Peter faltered.

'No,' Darren interrupted, 'we talked about it and then we agreed that zombies are way too overdone and that dressing up as the evil alien things from The World's End was obviously a better idea!'

'No way, man! That movie was boring! If we're doing movies, Shaun of the Dead is the winner by a mile and you know it.'

'Hold on,' Tamwar said before either of them could get another word in. 'Did I miss the conversation where we agreed we were doing costumes?'

Darren's brow furrowed. 'Do you not want to?'

'Not really. I don't really feel like being laughed at by a bunch of kids and judged by adults. I get that enough in my normal clothes.'

'Come on, Tam, it'll be a laugh!' Darren tried to convince him to which Fatboy nodded enthusiastically, apparently overcome by a spontaneous bout of amnesia.

'Yeah, exactly,' Tamwar said flatly, crossing his arms. 'People will be laughing. At us. We're the joke.'

Darren rolled his eyes. 'Do you always have to be so negative?'

'He does sort of have a point,' Peter chimed in. He shrugged. 'It's just -- dressing up's for little kids. Won't we look kind of...'

'Pathetic? Stupid?' Tamwar suggested. 'Like incredibly sad losers?'

'No way!' Fatboy said. 'We'll be spreading the spirit of Halloween! Right, when kis go trick or treating, what do you hink they'd rather see? A bunch of bring people in normal clothes, reminding them that none of it's real, or -- a horde of zombies? Or evil alien.... things.'

The last was tacked on with a glance at a triumphant Tamwar.

'Wait, so, are we dressing up as zombies or aliens?' Peter asked, his eyes darting around the table like it was a game of tennis.

His question went unanswered as Darren leaned across the table, saying, 'And don't pretend you don't want an excuse to dress up. We all remember your little comedy alter ego.'

Tamwar's mouth fell open. They promised never to bring that up again.

'That was different! It was stand-up. I was doing impressions.'

'Then for Halloween, you can do an impression of a zombie! Or an alien -- or a vampire, or whatever! Just--' Darren presse his hands together, '--say yes. Please Tam.'

'Why don't we put it to a vote?' Peter said reasonably. 'My dad does it all the time to resolve arguments. The majority vote automatically wins.'

'Oh yeah, because he's known for being totally fair,' Tamwar muttered rolling his eyes. 'Besides, we already know what the majority vote is going to be, clearly.'

Darren sighed, leaning back in the booth, but he said, 'No, if the vote isn't unanimous, then we don't do it. I ain't gonna force you to do something you don't want to. That ain't how this works.'

Why did he have to say that? Tamwar could have easily gone on dragging his feet and putting up a halfhearted fight until he was in full zombie makeup.

Fatboy agreed. 'Yeah, we can just take Bob and his little mate out trick or treating, then go back to Pete's and watch some horror movies or something. We don't gotta dress up to have un.'

Peter gave an apologetic smile; if he had been quicker, Lucy wouln't have manage to swoop in and say she was too busy to take Bobby and Oscar trick or treating, and it wouldn't have defaulted to Peter's responsibility. The three of them sacked of their originals plans to spend the night with him, even if it meant babysitting fo a couple of hours.

The plan was to get the trick or treating don in about an hour or two, then they could drop Bobby and Oscar off with Mrs Branning and still have the rest of the night to themselves. They'd probably end up crashing the secret party Lucy was throwing.

Tamwar shook his head. But then he said, 'My mum's going to go mad if she sees me. She hates Halloween. And she really hates me dressing up.'

The whole table lit up. Darren wide eyed and obviously about to burst with excitement, managed to contain himself, to his credit.

'She won't see you, I promise. We'll hide you if we have to.' He grinned and tilted his head. 'We've done a pretty good job at that so far, haven't we?'

A small smile pulled at Tamwar's mouth, completely involuntary. Really, he should be more worried about her finally realising the extent of their relationship. It would kill her. And him, probably. Then again, Syed got away relatively unscathed. Sort of. On the other hand, Syed had one boyfriend, not three.

He shook his head again, trying to get back on track.

'Okay,' he sighed. 'But, like, minimal makeup.'

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People want Fatboy back alive again on EastEnders, but they seem to have forgotten that Vincent saw his body.

Vincent could’ve lied. I don’t know, I don’t care how they do it, I want Fatboy back lmao.

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See, now, why would Ricky Norwood repost something on his ig story where someone is theorising about how we never saw Fatboy’s body and could be alive? Why would he do that?