"Trick or Treat, Mister!"
Cody Collings gave a vague smile to the little girl dressed as Cassy. "And who are you supposed to be?"
"I'm SCP-085! She's my favorite SCP in the whole world!"
"I used to work with Cassy once, you know. A long time ago."
"Really? Were you a scientist?"
"Yes, indeed I was. That was back before the Foundation went public, back when almost nobody knew what we did."
"You mean it's true? People didn't know about all the SCPs?"
"Yes indeed, we even tried to make sure nobody knew."
"But why not?"
"We were afraid of the consequences of that much knowledge being revealed. Seems kinda silly looking back on it, but that was the way it was. For a while, at least, before things began to go downhill."
"All right, mister, but where's my candy?"
"Ah yes, those were the days. I'm lucky, in hindsight, that I can remember it all. At least I think I remember it all. Hard to be sure, isn't it? Well anyway, I was an expert in paper-related SCPs, so I got to interact with Cassy. She was always so polite, even during all the tests. A truly remarkable woman."
"That's really nice, but-"
"Ah, yes, those were the days. Secret experiments, consignment, all very hush-hush…it was great."
"Oh, the memories of days past. Anyway, for patiently listening to an old man tell his stories, here's your reward."
"Ooh, a Jumbo-Sized Wonder-Chocolate Bar! Thanks, mister!"
"The pleasure was all mine. Have a nice night, and don't let the SCPs bite!"
"And you, little boy, what are you dressed as?"
"I'm the Hanged King!"
"Well, that's just great! I remember back in 2008, when we had to battle an outbreak of that play in a New York neighborhood. Bunch of performance artists got it, were going to do a performance in the middle of Central Park. Would have ended in mass riots if we hadn't succeeded, but we pulled it off."
"Wow, you used to work for the Foundation?"
"You bet I did! I researched quite a bit, back in the day."
"Wow! What else did you do?"
"Well, in 2011, I helped stop a bunch of mathematicians at Princeton from discovering the missing number. Ah, it's coming back to me now. I tagged along with MTF Eta-10 for that one, and we had to go through everyone they - the professors - had talked to for the past year and a half to make sure they hadn't spread the idea of it. We had to amnesiac mathematicians as far away as Russia, if I remember right."
"Anyway, here's your candy!"
"Factory Candy Floss! My favorite!"
"Heh. I remember a time when we tracked down and contained Factory stuff, instead of handing it out on Halloween. Anyway, enjoy yourself, and have a happy Halloween!"
"My goodness, another one? And what are you two supposed to be?"
"I'm Lord Blackwood, the Intrepid Explorer!"
"And I'm his dashing and gentlemanly butler, Mister Deeds!"
"You're not dashing, you're just a stupid butler!"
"Yeah? Well you're just a stupid sea slug!"
"No you're stupid!"
"All right now, calm down. You know, when I was with the Foundation, I got to talk to both Lord Blackwood and Mister Deeds!"
"You actually talked to them?"
"Not only that, Deeds saved my life once!"
"Yup! It was right after the Foundation had gone public. The Chaos Insurgency attacked the site I was stationed at, Site 19, and we weren't doing so good. In fact, 682 had broken out, and was running right at me. Then, out of nowhere, Deeds jumped out right in front of him! Barely managing to hold him back, he managed to choke out 'Run' to me."
"What did you do next?"
"I ran. But after we fought off the attack, I wrote a thank-you note and rang his bell, then walked away."
"What did he say?"
"Nothing. I haven't seen him since. But I should tell you this: a few weeks later, I got a note written in beautiful, flowing cursive thanking me for my thank-you note. Now, it wasn't signed, but I think both you and I can guess who it was from."
"Wow! That's amazing!"
"Well, there's your story for the night. Here's some candy to sweeten it up, one for both of you."
"Are these gummy Dragon-Snails? I didn't know they sold these!"
"Well…I'll let you in on a little secret: Wondertainment keeps in touch with Foundation and ex-Foundation employees, and sends them a catalog or two with some items that aren't on the regular market. That's where I got these adorable little guys!"
"Thank you, mister! Happy Halloween!"
"Have a good night, and don't let SCP-456 bite! Now who are you supposed to be?"
"I was known as SCP-343. It's a pleasure to meet you again, Doctor Collings. It really has been a while, hasn't it. Now…what's this I was hearing about gummy Dragon-Snails?"