Weaving Child

Author: Simone of the Zordiak <burning_night[at]hotmail.com>

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Disclaimer: I do not own anything, it all belongs to other people, but I can still dream, can I?

A 29th drabble in my Halloween Drabble series. Different answers to the challenge: 'what if Xander dressed as something different for Halloween'.

Authors Note: Behold, the dreaded UnDead Bunny. Even worse than the energyzer bunny. It rises again and again and again and....


It was an accident that he found the costume. He stumbled over it, in the truest sense of the word. The wodden staff that was part of the costume had been leaned against the wall, the lowest end of it sticking out into the aisle and Xanders foot had been snagged by it and he had fallen.

Cursing he had looked around and his eyes had fallen onto the staff and the costume that had been responsible for his fall.

It took one or two moments before he was able to pin a name on that costume, but then he smiled. This costume woke a lot of good memories in him and it was a lot more individual than the soldier costume he had planned. And it was cheap, too.

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Willow was running through the streets, trying to find someone, anyone to help her, when she saw him. The person was dressed in a simple grey robe with a hood drawn deeply into a face shrouded completely in darkness, except two blue glowing eyes. The person was holding a wooden staff high into the air, singing four notes and the mini-demons around him fell asleep.

Wait a minute... gray robe?? Xander had worn a grey robe as his costume.

"Xander?"

The person turned around and for a moment there was only darkness beneath the hood, as he blinked.

"I'm sorry, but my name is not Xander."

Willow was quite sure now that this was indeed Xander, but it looked like he was also under the spell. But what was his costume?

"Who are you?"

"My name is Bobbin, Bobbin Threadbare."

The End