Ding Dong!
"Oh Honey, the trick or treaters are here! This is going to be so much fun." Clair exitedly adjusted her little princess costume and grabbed the star tipped wand, striding toards the door.
The man, assumedly her husband, followed somewhat less enthusiastically. He slowly pulled the itchy gorilla head on, toping off his already uncomfortably warm costume. "Coming, dear."
Clair opened the door to find several grayish colored costumed people standing in the doorway, wonderfully done makeup with tubes that actually looked like they went into their skin, and even functioning laser pointers in some sort of eye-piece.
"Oh my, what are you?" Clair asked, curious, "Space Zombies?"
One of the three held up one hand and Clair noticed and even more well done costume piece as small blades rotated and others plunged back and forth. "Oh, these are such good costumes, I think I'll give them extra candy Dave!"
Dave handed her the bowl with an exasperated "Whatever," hoping this would be over soon so he could get back to his Fright Night marathon.
Clair waited, then as they seemed that not only were the trick or treaters not holding bags, they weren't going to say the magic words either. "You've got to say trick or treat.
All three spoke simultaneously, "Trick or treat is irrelevant, we will add your bowl of bio-nourishment to our own. You will adapt to service us."
"What a strange thing to..." Clair was cut off as the drone standing in front of her reached up and injected nanites into her neck, leaving two symetrical holes at the injection site.
As Clair toppled over backwards, Dave looked away from the television and saw his wife crumple to the floor. He knelt down and saw the two marks on her neck and stood, roaring in rage.
He charged the doorway, but as he grappled the first drone, yelling "Damn Punk Vampires..." the second sent his flexible injector tubes through the fur covering the man's neck. He stiffened and fell limp.
The three Borg drones dragged the two out of sight and began their own special brand of trick or treat. Each ring of the bell brought more small ones, easily assimilated and beamed to the waiting nursery ship above.
"Oh Honey, the trick or treaters are here! This is going to be so much fun." Clair exitedly adjusted her little princess costume and grabbed the star tipped wand, striding toards the door.
The man, assumedly her husband, followed somewhat less enthusiastically. He slowly pulled the itchy gorilla head on, toping off his already uncomfortably warm costume. "Coming, dear."
Clair opened the door to find several grayish colored costumed people standing in the doorway, wonderfully done makeup with tubes that actually looked like they went into their skin, and even functioning laser pointers in some sort of eye-piece.
"Oh my, what are you?" Clair asked, curious, "Space Zombies?"
One of the three held up one hand and Clair noticed and even more well done costume piece as small blades rotated and others plunged back and forth. "Oh, these are such good costumes, I think I'll give them extra candy Dave!"
Dave handed her the bowl with an exasperated "Whatever," hoping this would be over soon so he could get back to his Fright Night marathon.
Clair waited, then as they seemed that not only were the trick or treaters not holding bags, they weren't going to say the magic words either. "You've got to say trick or treat.
All three spoke simultaneously, "Trick or treat is irrelevant, we will add your bowl of bio-nourishment to our own. You will adapt to service us."
"What a strange thing to..." Clair was cut off as the drone standing in front of her reached up and injected nanites into her neck, leaving two symetrical holes at the injection site.
As Clair toppled over backwards, Dave looked away from the television and saw his wife crumple to the floor. He knelt down and saw the two marks on her neck and stood, roaring in rage.
He charged the doorway, but as he grappled the first drone, yelling "Damn Punk Vampires..." the second sent his flexible injector tubes through the fur covering the man's neck. He stiffened and fell limp.
The three Borg drones dragged the two out of sight and began their own special brand of trick or treat. Each ring of the bell brought more small ones, easily assimilated and beamed to the waiting nursery ship above.
