"I'm sure I don't know what you fucking mean." Rex says, crossing his arms and giving Eric a pointed look. Even after being humiliated in front of the all knowing twink, getting him to admit anything is like pulling teeth.

Send “Trick👻” or “Treat🍬” to my inbox and get a trick or a treat!

~ In the Flinchite!Compound, Halloween Day, around lunch break ~

Rex is not one to celebrate holidays alone. Christmas, Valentine's (especially Valentine's), New Years, Halloween, they are all just noisy annoyances in the forms of advertisements and company events, unless of course he has a reason to celebrate.

Sometimes this means having a (mostly) loving husband who was there to make the days less dreary. But sometimes, it means having an excuse to fuck with someone.

Cas is busy moping on a ship, Quinn is busy being worried about him and Marley is not someone you want to prank unless you are ready for a full on prank war. And pranking Ty goes without saying as a bad idea.

Fortunately there's someone else in the Compound that Rex has had his eyes on. Someone who works far away from all of this blood and guts and gore, with a neat suit and nice hair and an air of professionalism that Rex is almost desperate to break.

So that is how, when Eric Nowak returns from lunch today, he will find a plate on his desk with a bloodied human brain (still slightly warm) and a note that simply reads THINKING OF YOU ;) in red marker.

"Do you want help or not, J̧o͝h͏n͞n͡y̷ Boy~? "

Are you okay, babygirl?

The magic happens suddenly and unobtrusively. Both Rex and Eyeric are currently fast asleep, Rex in his bed and Eyeric in the arms of Leonard.