Isabela put on the brown pants, the cream-colored ruffled shirt, the brown corset, and the long black boots. And, of course, she was wearing an admiral’s hat, which was red. When she was done dressing up, she picked up the phone and called her friend Merrill.
“Done yet, kitten?” she asked.
“My hat is missing. I think I left it at Anders’ house.”
“Alright, let’s swing by Anders.”
Since both of their houses were close to his, they only needed to walk.
“Oh, your outfit is so beautiful!” complimented Isabela.
Merrill had on a black blouse along with a corset. As for her lower part of the body, she wore a black layered mini skirt and black and orange striped leggings. Her shoes were black and pointy.
“Thank you! I love your outfit too.”
Merrill gently knocked on Anders’ door. “Hello?” she said.
Anders opened the door. He had on a ragged gray robe, a long white beard, and a gray pointy hat. However, even though they couldn’t see, he was wearing sneakers.
“Anders,” Merrill said, “you wouldn’t happen to have my hat, would you?”
“Oh, I wondered why I had another hat. Let me--”
“Aha!” Varric jumped out of a bush. “Costume thief you are!”
Varric was dressed up as Santa. And to their surprise, Fenris was there also. He was dressed up as a Christmas elf.
“Isn’t it too early for Christmas?” Anders asked.
“Hey, it’s a costume. Anyways, Blondie, when we went shopping for costumes, I think my beard got mixed into your cart.”
“And you decided to confront me now?” He crossed his arms. “Lucky for you, I do have an extra. Huh, maybe it did get mixed up. Strange how I happened to have an extra costume accessory when people need it. I’ll be back.”
Anders came back, giving both Merrill and Varric what they needed.
“Alright, can we go now?” Isabela. “I want some candy.”
“Hey, Anders!” Hawke said. He came out of nowhere, approaching his house. “Do you have a collar? I need it for my costume.”
Hawke was dressed up as a fluffy brown dog.
“No, I don’t,” Anders lied. “Let’s just go. Come on, let’s see if Aveline wants to come.”
“No, she can’t come,” Isabela said. “She has patrol duty.”
“A shame. Well, let’s go!” Anders said.
“To the richest neighborhood!” Isabela added.
---
They headed to the richest neighborhood near them. The roads were prettier, and the fancy light posts kept it well-lit. Each house has stunning Halloween decorations. One of the houses that caught their attention had an impressive light show that played Enter Sandman by Metallica. It drew in a crowd. The six of them stood and watched for a while.
“Impressive,” Isabela commented, “but I’d rather get some candy now. We’ll come back later and watch.”
“Yeah,” Varric agreed, “and we just got here. Let’s try and get some candy before people run out.”
The rest of them continued forth except for Hawke, who was mesmerized by the pretty lights.
“Hawke?” Merrill tried to grab his attention.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in just a sec,” he replied.
“Ah, forget him,” Fenris said.
“Hate to leave him, but we should get a move on,” Isabela said.
The five of them went to many houses, filling their bags up with treats. Some of the houses they visited had peculiar people. One home, which looked like a castle, had a man hand them an address to the chantry. At the other house-- the one that looked like a gingerbread house but spooky --a Qunari gave them a basket of baked goods. Fenris and Varric managed to get Christmas-themed baked goods. At another house, a woman dressed up like Maleficent told them that they were too old to go trick-or-treating and slammed the door. Furious, Isabela threw some toilet paper she had in her candy bag. Varric cheered her on.
“Who carries toilet paper?” Fenris commented.
“Well, I knew someone was going to be a killjoy. I came prepared,” Isabela answered.
Before any of them could leave, they noticed this one house that stood out from the rest of them. This house was far away, and it looked more like a little hut. It wasn’t well-lit like the others and was closer to the marshes. Merrill only pointed it out because there was a lit cauldron at the front of the house.
“We should go to that house!” Merrill said.
“I don’t know, Daisy,” Varric replied. “That house looks pretty creepy.”
“Maybe we should wait for Hawke,” Anders said.
“Where is he?” Isabela said impatiently. “Let’s just go.”
They went anyway. The door of the hut looked rustic and quickly put together.
“Is this Shrek’s hut?” Varric joked.
The door opened. There was a woman with black hair tied in a ponytail. Her shirt showed a lot of skin, but she was wearing a bra.
“Um, you shouldn’t be here,” the woman said.
“And why not?” Fenris asked.
“Who’s there?” said an old woman inside the hut.
“Nobody, mother,” she replied.
“Nonsense!” The old woman then stood at the door. She carried a giant spoon. “Oh, a witch, how cute.”
“Oh, thank you!” Merrill responded. “I like your outfit too! You look like an authentic witch.”
“Oh, is that so?” the old woman responded. She then walked towards the cauldron. For some reason, the five of them walked towards it. The liquid was red and bubbling.
“You guys smell that?” Isabela asked. “It smells like a cinnamon bun.”
“How strange, I smell strawberries,” Merrill replied.
“It smells like old paper. Is that normal? It’s not food,” Varric said.
“I can smell food,” Anders said,” but it’s meant for cats.”
“How are we getting different smells?” Fenris questioned. “How is that even possible? It smells like a sweaty locker room. What is this, magic?”
“You are correct,” the old woman replied and chuckled manically.
Suddenly, the cauldron smelled like something rotten. Anders investigated the cauldron and saw a patch of fluffy brown fur.
“It can’t be!” Anders yelled.
They all tried to make a run for it, but then the cauldron got all gassy, causing them to pass out.
---
They all awoke, looking at the house with the light show with Metallica in the background.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in just a sec,” Hawke said.
“Wait, what's going on?” Merrill asked.
“Weren’t we at that witch’s hut?” Fenris questioned.
“I feel sick. I think I want to go home,” Anders said.
“What?” Hawke said. “But we just got here!”
“You know, I think we are a bit too old to go trick-or-treating,” Isabela replied.
“Nonsense!” Varric argued. “Next time, we just got to bring Aveline.”
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