Phantom Troupe Halloween Version

It's Halloween night, and the Phantom Troupe is relaxing in their hideout. Fake cobwebs hang from the ceiling, carved pumpkins decorate the tables, and a bowl of candy sits in the middle of the room.

Uvogin: He lounges on the couch, stuffing candy into his mouth. "Hahaha! Best holiday ever!"

Phinks: He steals a handful from Uvogin's pile. "You mean best holiday for stealing your food."

Uvogin: "HEY! GIVE THAT BACK!"

Nobunaga: He shakes his head while cleaning his katana. "You two are embarrassing."

Hisoka: He shuffles his cards with a mischievous smile. "Hmm~ I wonder who would scream first in a haunted house."

Machi: "Probably you, if someone ruined your makeup."

Shalnark: He laughs while examining a plastic spider. "Come on, guys! We should do something fun tonight!"

Shizuku: She picks up a piece of candy. "Are we supposed to give these to children?"

Franklin: "Preferably not."

Nuka: She sits beside Feitan, smiling sweetly at him. "Feitan, wouldn't you look cute in a Halloween costume?"

Feitan: He glances at her without expression. "No."

Nuka: "You didn't even consider it!"

Feitan: "Don't need to."

Across the room, Chrollo calmly reads his book while Pakunoda and Bonolenov watch the others. Kortopi sits quietly in the corner, staring at a carved pumpkin.

Kortopi: "It... looks like Uvogin."

Uvogin: "THE HELL?!"

Suddenly, three loud knocks echo from the front door.

Shalnark: "Ooh! Trick-or-treaters?"

Phinks: "At our hideout? Seriously?"

Nobunaga: He reaches for his katana. "Nobody invited anyone."

Feitan: He rises from his seat, narrowing his eyes toward the entrance. "Could be trouble."

Nuka: She moves closer to Feitan. "Or maybe someone wants candy?"

Chrollo: He closes his book and stands calmly. "Let's see who's outside."

Another knock sounds through the hideout. Everyone turns toward the door, waiting to discover who—or what—is visiting them on Halloween night.

The Phantom Troupe has an unusual mission tonight: attend an exclusive Halloween party, identify a weapons broker, and confirm his identity without exposing themselves. Since everyone attending is required to wear a costume, the Troupe has dressed accordingly. Their hideout has become a chaotic dressing room filled with makeup, accessories, and complaints.

Uvogin: He stands proudly in a vampire costume consisting of a fitted black shirt, a long crimson-lined cape with an exaggerated collar, black trousers, polished boots, and plastic fangs. Dark red makeup surrounds his eyes, and fake blood stains the corners of his mouth. "HAHAHA! Nobody's going to recognize me!"

Phinks: He wears a werewolf costume featuring a shaggy gray-brown fur vest, torn-looking dark pants, clawed gloves, and furry boot covers. Tufts of artificial fur stick out around his shoulders, while pointed ears sit atop his head. Dark makeup gives his face a feral appearance. "You look exactly the same, just with worse teeth."

Nobunaga: His costume resembles a wandering samurai from a ghost story. He wears layered charcoal-gray robes, a faded black outer kimono, a dark sash, and traditional sandals. Pale makeup makes his face appear corpse-like, with a thin scar painted across one cheek. His katana remains concealed beneath his costume. "At least mine doesn't shed."

Machi: She is dressed as a witch in a fitted black dress with long sleeves, a layered skirt, dark stockings, and pointed black boots. A wide-brimmed hat rests over her pink hair, decorated with tiny silver moons and dangling chains. Smoky purple eyeshadow and dark lipstick complete her look, while a small black satchel holds her mission supplies. "Can we hurry up? This is taking forever."

Hisoka: His costume transforms his usual appearance into that of a sinister stage magician. He wears a fitted black tailcoat with crimson lapels, a dark vest, a high-collared white shirt, and tailored trousers. A red-and-black top hat sits at an angle on his head, and theatrical diamond shapes decorate his cheeks. His gloves are black, with red markings painted across the fingers. Playing cards are tucked into his sleeves, ready to be produced whenever he feels like showing off. "Now, isn't this simply delightful~?"

Franklin: He wears a classic Frankenstein-inspired costume: a dark, ragged suit jacket, a torn gray shirt, heavy black trousers, and thick boots. Greenish-gray makeup covers his face, dark circles surround his eyes, and small painted stitches cross his forehead and jaw. Two imitation metal bolts protrude from the sides of his neck. "I'm ready. Can we go now?"

Shalnark: His costume is that of a cheerful scarecrow. He wears a loose tan shirt beneath faded brown overalls, a red-and-yellow plaid scarf, patched trousers, and worn-looking boots. Straw pokes out from his cuffs and collar, while stitched lines are painted across his cheeks and around his mouth. A floppy brown hat decorated with a tiny artificial crow completes the outfit. He carries his phone inside a hidden pocket. "This is actually pretty comfortable!"

Feitan: His grim-reaper costume consists of a long, hooded black robe with ragged, uneven hems and dark sleeves that conceal most of his hands. A charcoal-gray inner layer adds depth beneath the robe, and a narrow black belt holds the fabric close to his waist. His face is dusted with pale makeup, emphasizing the darkness around his eyes, while black gloves cover his hands. A lightweight imitation scythe rests against his shoulder. "Hmph. Stupid party. Stupid clothes."

Nuka: She wears an elaborate fallen-angel costume designed to look both innocent and intimidating. Black feathered wings extend from her back, their outer feathers tipped with metallic silver. A fitted black bodice connects to a layered, midnight-purple skirt with sheer panels that flutter around her knees. Long black gloves cover her forearms, while dark stockings and lace-up boots complete the ensemble. A thin silver halo, cracked in several places, floats above her head on a discreet headband. Black eyeliner extends into sharp wings at the corners of her eyes, and shimmering violet makeup darkens the edges of her eyelids. Small silver chains and black feathers decorate her hair.

Nuka: "Feitan, don't I look beautiful?"

Feitan: He gives her wings a brief glance. "You look annoying."

Nuka: Her smile falters for a moment before she quickly brightens again. "That's basically a compliment coming from you!"

Shalnark: He laughs, adjusting the straw sticking out of his sleeve. "You two are getting along wonderfully."

Nuka: "Shalnark, you're adorable! Your little crow is so cute!"

Shalnark: He smiles proudly. "Thanks! I picked it myself."

Chrollo: He finishes adjusting his vampire costume. His outfit consists of a tailored black suit, a high-collared white shirt, a dark burgundy waistcoat, and a long black cape lined with deep red satin. Ornate silver clasps secure the cape at his shoulders, while a small antique-looking brooch rests at his throat. His hair is neatly arranged, and subtle pale makeup gives his face a vampiric appearance. A pair of artificial fangs completes the disguise without making him look ridiculous. "Everyone looks convincing enough. Remember our objective."

Pakunoda: She wears a Victorian mourning costume, with a long black dress, a high lace collar, fitted sleeves, and a small black veil attached to a decorative hat. Dark gloves cover her hands, and a silver locket hangs at her throat. Her makeup is understated, with pale foundation and muted lipstick. "The target is expected to arrive at nine. We should take our positions before then."

Bonolenov: His costume resembles an ancient ceremonial warrior. He wears layered ivory and bronze-colored fabric, a decorated chest piece, dark fitted trousers, and leather-like arm guards. Metallic ornaments hang from his shoulders, while a tall feathered headdress rises above his head. His exposed skin is decorated with elaborate dark markings that resemble ancient ritual patterns. "I will watch the entrance."

Shizuku: She is dressed as a black cat, wearing a fitted black outfit with a small attached tail, black gloves, and soft boots. A headband holds two triangular cat ears above her dark hair, and painted whiskers stretch across her cheeks. A tiny bell hangs from a ribbon around her neck, and she carries her vacuum cleaner in a disguised case. "Do cats get treats at Halloween parties?"

Kortopi: His costume is a small, ghostly figure wrapped in layered gray fabric beneath a loose white cloak. The edges are deliberately frayed, and pale makeup makes his face appear almost colorless. A thin chain of imitation antique keys hangs from his waist, and the hood casts a shadow over his eyes. "I think... this is enough."

Once everyone is ready, Chrollo checks the target's photograph one final time. The weapons broker is expected to wear a silver half-mask and a red tie, making him easier to identify among the guests.

Chrollo: "We enter together, then spread out naturally. No unnecessary attention."

Uvogin: "And no fighting unless we have to?"

Franklin: "Especially you."

Uvogin: "Tch!"

An hour later, the Troupe arrives at the party. The venue is decorated with hanging skeletons, enormous orange lanterns, fake cobwebs, and flickering candles. Guests in elaborate costumes crowd the dance floor while loud music shakes the walls.

Hisoka: He strolls toward the bar, his cape swaying behind him. "What a wonderful gathering of potential entertainment~"

Machi: She adjusts her witch's hat and scans the exits. "Remember why we're here."

Shalnark: He checks his phone beneath the cover of his scarecrow sleeve. "Target should be here any minute."

Feitan: He stands near a shadowed wall, his grim-reaper hood concealing most of his face. "Found him?"

Chrollo: He studies the crowd from beside the refreshments table. "Not yet."

Across the room, a man wearing a silver half-mask and a red tie enters through the main doors. He pauses, surveys the room, and then turns his head toward the Troupe as though he has noticed something suspicious.

Phinks: He speaks quietly into his concealed communicator. "Silver mask. Red tie. Is that our guy?"

Chrollo: "Possibly. Confirm before making a move."

The masked man suddenly begins walking in their direction.

Nuka: She leans slightly toward Feitan, keeping her voice low. "Well, this party just got interesting."

Feitan: "Stay alert."

The man stops directly in front of Chrollo, his expression hidden behind the silver mask.

Masked Man: "You look familiar. Have we met before?"

The Phantom Troupe gathers in the hideout for a Halloween movie night. The lights are off, snacks cover the table, and a supposedly terrifying horror movie plays on the television.

Uvogin: "HAHAHA! This movie isn't scary at all!"

Shizuku: "Why is the man screaming?"

Phinks: "Because there's a ghost behind him, idiot!"

Nobunaga: "You're both louder than the movie."

Hisoka: He grins at Machi. "Careful, Machi~ Something might grab you from behind."

Machi: "Try it, and I'll cut your fingers off."

Shalnark: He offers Nuka a bowl of candy. "Want some?"

Nuka: She smiles sweetly at him. "You're always so thoughtful, Shalnark!"

Feitan: "Tch. Fake sweetness."

Nuka: She turns toward him immediately. "I'm sweet to you, too!"

Feitan: "Didn't ask."

Suddenly, the television shuts off. A loud crash comes from somewhere upstairs.

Franklin: "That wasn't part of the movie."

Pakunoda: She calmly reaches for her weapon. "Everyone heard that, right?"

Bonolenov: "The sound came from the second floor."

Kortopi: He quietly points toward the staircase. "The door... is open."

Phinks: "We locked that door earlier!"

Chrollo rises from his seat, his expression unreadable. Nuka moves closer to Feitan while Uvogin eagerly cracks his knuckles.

Chrollo: "Well, then. Let's investigate."

From upstairs, a slow, deliberate set of footsteps begins descending the staircase.

The Phantom Troupe's Haunted Masquerade

Halloween night has arrived, and Chrollo has arranged for the Phantom Troupe to infiltrate an extravagant masquerade held inside an enormous, abandoned mansion. Wealthy collectors, influential criminals, and masked guests fill the ballroom, unaware that some of the most dangerous criminals in the world are among them. Their mission is to retrieve a stolen artifact containing information about Meteor City before it is sold at a private auction at midnight.

Unfortunately, getting the entire Phantom Troupe dressed and ready for a formal masquerade has been an ordeal of its own.

Uvogin has dressed as an oversized gothic vampire, complete with a long black cape lined with glossy crimson satin, exaggerated fangs, and a pointed collar. He looks far too pleased with himself.

Uvogin: "HAHAHA! Admit it! I'm the scariest person here!"

Phinks, dressed as a rugged werewolf with shaggy gray-brown fur, torn-looking clothes, and costume claws, looks him up and down.

Phinks: "You look like a vampire who got rejected from a children's haunted house."

Uvogin: "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

Phinks: "You heard me."

Nearby, Nobunaga adjusts his weathered samurai costume, complete with layered dark robes, a faded haori, corpse-like makeup, and a concealed katana. He looks thoroughly unimpressed by the argument.

Nobunaga: "Can you two shut up? We're supposed to be infiltrating a party, not announcing ourselves to the entire neighborhood."

Uvogin: "You look like a dead guy who got lost on his way to a history lesson!"

Nobunaga: "Keep talking. I'll make you look dead for real."

Machi stands beside them in her elegant gothic-witch costume. Her black and deep-plum dress, silver-decorated pointed hat, and dark makeup give her a suitably intimidating appearance. She adjusts the brim of her hat while watching the others argue.

Machi: "I'm going to regret coming."

Hisoka: He appears beside her in his theatrical magician costume, complete with a black tailcoat, crimson lapels, a tilted top hat, and his familiar red star and blue teardrop makeup. "But then you wouldn't have me to keep you company, Machi~"

Machi: "That's exactly why I should have stayed home."

Hisoka: "How cruel."

Franklin, dressed as a Frankenstein-inspired monster with distressed clothing, gray-green makeup, and imitation bolts at his neck, watches the commotion with his arms folded.

Franklin: "Can we finish this? We have a mission."

Shalnark: He grins beneath his floppy scarecrow hat, his mustard-yellow shirt, patched brown overalls, and artificial straw giving him a cheerful appearance. "Come on, Franklin! It's Halloween. You're allowed to have a little fun!"

Franklin: "I'm having fun."

Shalnark: "You look like you're attending a funeral."

Franklin: "I'm dressed like a monster."

Shalnark: "A monster attending a funeral."

Shizuku, wearing her sleek black-cat costume with furry ears, a little silver bell, and a plush tail, glances between them. Her vacuum cleaner is tucked inside a dark case decorated with silver paw prints.

Shizuku: "Are there going to be snacks?"

Machi: "We're breaking into a private auction."

Shizuku: "That wasn't my question."

Kortopi stands quietly near the doorway, dressed as a ghostly apparition in a ragged, translucent white cloak and gray hood. His pale makeup and dangling antique keys make him look as though he has wandered out of an abandoned manor.

Kortopi: "I think... I look convincing."

Uvogin: "You look like a bedsheet that learned how to walk!"

Kortopi: "Oh."

Franklin: "Leave him alone."

Across the room, Bonolenov finishes adjusting his ceremonial-warrior costume. His layered ivory and bronze garments, geometric decorations, and tall feathered headdress give him the appearance of an ancient ritual warrior. He quietly checks the straps securing his costume before turning toward Chrollo.

Bonolenov: "Everyone is ready."

Pakunoda stands beside Chrollo in her Victorian mourning-widow costume, wearing a long black dress, a small veiled hat, and a silver locket. Her expression is calm, though she appears to be growing impatient with the others.

Pakunoda: "Are we finally leaving?"

Chrollo: "Yes."

Chrollo's own costume is that of an aristocratic vampire: a tailored black suit, burgundy waistcoat, and long black cape lined with crimson satin. Silver bat-shaped clasps and a small cross-like brooch complete his restrained, expensive appearance. Unlike Uvogin, he looks as though he belongs in an old nobleman's portrait.

Chrollo: "Remember our objective. We retrieve the artifact, avoid unnecessary attention, and leave before the authorities become involved."

Uvogin: "What if somebody starts a fight?"

Chrollo: "Avoid it."

Phinks: "And if they start one with Uvogin?"

Chrollo: "Especially avoid it."

Uvogin: "HEY!"

Finally, Nuka steps into view in her fallen-angel costume. Her fitted black bodice features silver thorn-like embroidery, and her layered midnight-purple skirt is accented with sheer black panels. Large black feathered wings tipped in metallic silver extend from her back, while a thin, cracked silver halo floats above her head. Her smoky violet makeup and silver teardrop mark complete the look.

Nuka: She approaches Feitan, who stands apart from the others in his grim-reaper costume. His long, ragged black robe, deep hood, pale corpse makeup, and imitation scythe make him look genuinely ominous. "Feitan, what do you think? Don't I look beautiful?"

Feitan: "You look annoying."

Nuka: "You're so mean!"

Feitan: "Then stop asking."

Nuka pouts, but she quickly recovers and attempts another sweet smile.

Nuka: "Well, I think you look very handsome."

Feitan: "Didn't ask."

Shalnark laughs, adjusting the artificial straw poking from his sleeve.

Shalnark: "You two are hilarious. It's like watching a romance where one person doesn't know they're in a romance."

Feitan: "Keep talking and I'll bury you."

Shalnark: "See? Romantic."

Nuka turns toward Shalnark, her expression instantly becoming sweeter.

Nuka: "Shalnark, you look adorable! The little crow on your hat is so cute."

Shalnark: "Thanks! I picked it myself."

Nuka: "You always have such good taste."

She smiles at him for a moment before turning back to Feitan, hoping he noticed the exchange. Feitan doesn't even glance at her.

Machi: "Pathetic."

Nuka: "I heard that!"

Machi: "Good."

Chrollo opens the front door, revealing a courtyard illuminated by flickering lanterns. Beyond an enormous iron gate, the mansion rises against the night sky, its tall windows glowing with warm candlelight. Black roses line the pathway, and stone statues stand among the overgrown gardens.

Chrollo: "Let's go."

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The mansion's ballroom is filled with masked guests, crystal chandeliers, and classical music. Servants dressed as skeletons carry trays of champagne and expensive desserts between clusters of wealthy collectors. The atmosphere is extravagant, but something about the mansion feels unsettling.

The Troupe enters together before splitting into smaller groups, as planned.

Pakunoda and Franklin head toward the registration desk. Bonolenov watches the corridor leading to the private auction room. Machi and Shalnark move through the crowd, looking for information. Hisoka wanders off with an unsettling smile, already entertaining himself by making strangers uncomfortable.

Uvogin and Phinks, meanwhile, have discovered the refreshments table.

Phinks: "We are supposed to be looking for the weapons broker."

Uvogin: He stuffs a pastry into his mouth. "I'm looking for weapons broker."

Phinks: "You're eating."

Uvogin: "I'm investigating the food!"

Nearby, Shizuku stares intently at a silver tray.

Shizuku: "Do you think these desserts are free?"

Shalnark: "They're on a refreshments table at a party."

Shizuku: "So that's a yes?"

Shalnark: "Yes."

Shizuku: "Good."

She immediately takes two.

At the opposite side of the ballroom, Hisoka approaches a group of elegantly dressed guests, idly flourishing a playing card between his gloved fingers.

Hisoka: "Such an interesting collection of people tonight. I wonder how many are hiding something beneath those masks."

Machi: Passing behind him, she speaks without stopping. "We're all hiding something. That's the point of a masquerade."

Hisoka: "Oh, I knew there was a reason I liked these parties."

Machi: "You like anything that gives you an excuse to bother people."

Hisoka: "And yet, you keep talking to me."

Machi: "Unfortunately."

Near a marble pillar, Feitan stands beneath the shadow of his hood, his scythe resting against one shoulder. Nuka hovers nearby, carefully keeping her large wings from brushing against passing guests.

Nuka: "You could at least pretend you're enjoying yourself."

Feitan: "Rather be anywhere else."

Nuka: "Anywhere? Even with me?"

Feitan: "Especially with you."

Nuka's smile freezes.

Nuka: "You're impossible."

Feitan: "And yet you follow me."

Before she can answer, Shalnark's voice crackles through their concealed communication devices.

Shalnark: "Everyone, little update. The artifact isn't in the auction room."

Chrollo: Standing near a marble statue, he discreetly touches his earpiece. "Where is it?"

Shalnark: "The auctioneer says it's been moved to a locked room upstairs. Apparently, the owner doesn't trust the security downstairs."

Phinks: "Of course. Why would anything be easy?"

Pakunoda: "There are guards at the staircase. I've counted six so far."

Franklin: "Six guards won't be a problem."

Chrollo: "We are not starting a fight in a crowded ballroom. Find another way upstairs."

Before anyone can respond, the music abruptly stops.

A distinguished man wearing a golden skull mask steps onto the stage, holding a glass of champagne. The crowd quiets as he raises his hand.

Masked Host: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our annual Halloween masquerade! Tonight, we have assembled an extraordinary collection of rare treasures for our most distinguished guests."

He pauses dramatically, allowing the audience to applaud.

Masked Host: "But before the auction begins, we have a special surprise. One of our guests has attracted the attention of our host."

A spotlight sweeps across the ballroom, illuminating Uvogin's enormous vampire cape, Phinks's shaggy werewolf costume, and Shizuku's black cat ears. It briefly catches Hisoka's tall top hat before moving toward the far side of the room.

Finally, the light stops on Chrollo.

Masked Host: "You, sir. The gentleman dressed as a vampire. Would you kindly join me onstage?"

The Phantom Troupe falls silent.

Phinks: Quietly into his earpiece. "Chrollo, what did you do?"

Chrollo: "Nothing."

Hisoka: His shoulders shake with barely contained amusement. "How fascinating."

Nuka: She leans toward Feitan, whispering. "Do you think he's won something?"

Feitan: "Think he's about to ruin mission."

Chrollo calmly walks toward the stage, his crimson-lined cape trailing behind him. The masked host extends a gloved hand, wearing a smile that seems far too knowing.

Masked Host: "Excellent. We've been expecting you."

Chrollo's expression remains composed, but his eyes sharpen slightly.

Chrollo: "Have we met?"

Masked Host: "Not yet. But I believe you may be very interested in what I have to offer."

Across the ballroom, Pakunoda's expression turns serious. Franklin shifts his stance. Bonolenov watches the stage carefully, while Machi subtly moves closer to Shalnark. Even Uvogin stops eating.

Uvogin: "What's going on?"

Phinks: "For once in your life, shut up and watch."

The masked host leans closer to Chrollo and whispers something that the crowd cannot hear.

For the first time that evening, Chrollo's smile disappears.

Chrollo: "Everyone, stay alert."

The chandeliers flicker. Somewhere upstairs, a door slams shut, followed by a loud, echoing crash.

Shizuku: "Was that part of the party?"

Machi: "No."

Hisoka: His smile widens as he looks toward the dark staircase. "Now this is getting interesting~"

The host releases Chrollo's hand and steps back into the shadows.

Masked Host: "Enjoy the evening, everyone. I have a feeling it will be a night none of you forget."

A cage gets brought out, with a black curtain covering the contents.

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