~ Chapter 1: The Worst Night for the First Fright ~
The lime-green minivan bounced slightly as the loud music blared through the open windows. The van drove down the empty roads of Coolsville, easily going through the usually busy streets thanks to the lack of traffic. Why should there be any traffic in the first place? It was Halloween Night, so there weren't many people on the roads unless they were crossing with their trick-or-treating kids. The inhabitants of the car, a teenage boy and a dog, however, were not dressed for trick-or-treats, but were dressed for a costume party. The boy, Marcus, was wearing a customized costume based off of popular television character,, complete with Sonic Screwdriver, a Fez and of course, a red bowtie. While he was dressed like his favourite television character, the dog beside him, Scooby-Doo, was wearing a red bow tie on his collar. Because as both of them knew: Bowties were cool.
Both Marcus and Scooby bounced happily in rhythm as the music went on. Marcus was carefully driving and having fun being himself, while Scooby was going fully into his dance, reaching into a green and purple box labeled "Scooby-Snacks", popping a light brown treat into his mouth. It was originally a thing Marcus did for Scooby when he was sad or sick. Marcus had a secret recipe for making small bean shaped dog-biscuits that were surprisingly good, for both humans and dogs. After he gave samples of the treats to his neighbours, Marcus had gained quite the popularity amongst Kibble-Co, the leading Dog-Food business in Coolsville. After receiving a more then generous contract to allow the production of Scooby-Snacks, Marcus went into business with them and made a ton of money selling the dog food. He continued to make money thanks to the royalties allowed to him in the contract, but has opened up the "Scooby's Homes for Pets Charity", which provides homeless/ownerless animals with a place to live and be happy until they are adopted by a human. It was Scooby's idea in dedication to the man who raised him while he was kept at the "Little Coolsvillian Pet Shop".
As they drove with the directions given to them by the on-board GPS system, the houses and suburbs of Coolsville were slowly replaced by dead trees and barren land. There was no construction, no housing projects, no kind of human interaction.. It was totally empty aside from the beginnings of a forest. Notice the cane in their surroundings, Scooby stopped eating the snacks and flipped off the radio, causing an eerie silence to fall over the van. "Rarcus, where are re going ragain? Ris it Twenty Seven, Hillridge Rive?" he asked, raising an eyebrow with curiosity. His face was filled with nervousness, an apparent fact they had missed suddenly connecting in his mind. Marcus looked at the dog with curiosity and said "Yeah, I think so... Hang on, I'll check.". Taking a quick look at the GPS system, Marcus nodded. "Yep, 27 Hillridge Drive... W-Wait a minute.." he slowly said with widening eyes. He gulped nervously as he saw their destination approaching in the distance, noting the outline of a large Victorian-era mansion.
"R-Rarcus... Is rat... R-Rats the.." Scooby began to say before he was cut off by Marcus.
"Yep... Richardson Manor.. Why did somebody decide to have a party THERE of all places? I didn't even think anybody lived there anymore.." Marcus said, fear in his voice as the history of the mansion came into his mind, as well as the rumours that surrounded it. They soon pulled up to the large and old mansion, before Marcus realized that Scooby was no longer sitting beside him, but was cowering in the back of the van, covering his eyes in fear. Marcus chuckled a bit nervously before he said "H-Hey, calm down buddy... Its alright. None of those things about the place being haunted are true, okay? B-Besides.. Its not like ghosts or monsters actually exist, so come on buddy!! Lets have ourselves a Scooby-Snack, and get right in there to the party. What do you say, buddy?". Scooby lowered his hands and nodded a bit at Marcus before he ate another few snacks, tossing some to Marcus before the two friends got out of the van and began to walk to the mansion's doors.
As they walked, Scooby adjusted his bow tie and asked "Rarcus, do roo think rhat reople are ronna know r-I'm a rog?", cautious of what other people would do if they learned of a talking dog. Marcus chuckled and rubbed Scooby's head supportively. "Come on Scooby-Doo, even if people thought you were a dog, we can tell them you just made a really good costume. Besides, everybody's probably drunk already, so why bother explaining in full detail? Just say you're dressed up as the "Scooby-Snacks Dog", who, ironically enough, is YOU, Scoob!!" he said with a laugh before Scooby chuckled and nodded. Finally, they reached the doors of the mansion and Marcus knocked on the door. He suddenly noticed the large gargoyle knocks and turned his head to Scooby, laughing a bit. He pointed his thumb at the door and said "Check out these large knockers, Scoob!!". However, the hostess, who was wearing a very revealing Catwoman outfit, answered the door and heard Marcus' comment, knowing he meant the door. She smiled slyly and chuckled before she said "Glad to know that SOMEBODY likes'em.".
Marcus bolted around, his face blushing with embarrassment as he realized she was Jodie Quinn, daughter of Tyler Quinn, a multi-billionaire who owned more then half off the companies in Coolsville "GAH!! Um... S-Sorry about that, Jodie... H-Happy Halloween!!" he said with a nervous smile before she laughed and hugged Marcus, inviting him and Scooby inside. As usual, the duo interacted with a few guests and the hostess, before they saw the snack table and instantly ran over, filling multiple plates with the various delicious foods and candies that had been left out for the guests.
Meanwhile, a dark figure stood in the large courtyard of the mansion and stared at the building, its eyes glowing with a green energy as it watched the party from a distance. Soon, these mortals would know what they should truly fear on Halloween. And it was going to be a night that they wouldn't forget for as long as they lived..