(Cursed thought, but its mainly a joke) Five Nights at 1010's
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(Cursed thought, but its mainly a joke) Five Nights at 1010's
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Callisto has one braincell, and it said to do this
...they’re rebooting Roswell? Really? Like, really??
Imagine: Convincing Harry to dress up for Halloween and get him to answer the door.
Note: My measly attempt to get into the haunting holiday spirit. Hope you all enjoy this short fic. (I give you all an apology if it makes no sense. I got distracted answering the door to trick or treaters)
“Pass” he informed you for the seventh time that day. Jesse and you had been attempting to convince the elder scientist to dress up. Even if it was just some devil horns or vampire fangs.
“Oh come on dad, what’s the worst that could happen?” Jesse sang from the opposite side of the table. Both of you had sandwich the cynic in as he tinkered with his watch. His concentration rarely leaving the circuitry.
“Considering that it’s you two. A lot of things” He grumbled as he reached for the soldering iron. His eyes closing slightly as he focused on the tiniest wire.
“Harry, its Halloween. Tonight. Jesse and I are going to dress up” you stated as if the announcement of the date could sway the man. He huffed in response and looked at you. The first sign he’d actually been intently listening to the conversation in a while.
“Aren’t you a little old to be dressing up?” He countered before turning back. You feigned a shock expression as you looked at his daughter. She too seemed astonished.
“Harrison Wells.” You exclaimed, both of you ripped him away from the desk. His chair ended up in the middle of the floor as you span him to look at you. Jesse stood beside you her arms crossed over her chest. “You are never too old for Halloween.”
“Oh god, you’re serious” he uttered under the weight of the combined glares. “Fine. Fine. I’ll dress up”
With a simultaneous giggle you and Jesse set off to grab the face paint, leaving the man sat in the middle of the floor picturing the monstrosity that would be this evening.
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Everything was ready, you had decorated the entire length of the house in cobwebs and orange lighting. You and Jesse had carved the pumpkins; Jesse had even convince Harry to even do it. Pumpkin carving seemed to be a concept that Harry was uncertain about, his carving had turned into a rough sketch of the lab.
“Is it over yet?” The grumble cut through the soft Halloween styled music that coursed its way through the speaker system in the house. Just as you were about to turn around and speak to Harry the doorbell rang.
‘Creatures of the night beware’ the voice crooned. Harry physically sighed in frustration. As you handed him the bowl full of loose sweets.
“Of you go, Harry. Trick or treaters await” You smiled as you pushed him towards the door. Once he’d opened it you spotted the three kids stood with bags in the hands.
“Trick or Treat” they spoke in unison all quivering under the gaze of the grumpy cynic. The dark circles around Harry’s eyes paired with the green face paint that encased his face did little to help the children relax. “Don’t you all look scary? Let’s see if the monster will give you some treats…Wells.”
With a soft nudge he thrusted the glass dish before the children.
“Thank you mister” one called as they reached into the bowl and grabbed a handful.
“You’re welcome. Now scram” he responded as he closed the door.
“See that wasn’t so hard Harry.” You held your laughter as did Jesse who had watched behind a doorframe as her father interacted with children.
“I hate it” he mumbled.
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