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Monster's Treat
The streets were dim, the light posts barely piercing the near-witching hour darkness, not even the full moon could illuminate the roads and rows of houses. But the two friends barely noticed, their attention being channeled into their little argument.
“Look, look here! I mean, I’ve got seven Sugar Spirals and three jumbo-sized Mallowberry bars! That’s way better than whatever weak candy you got! Just because you got a bigger haul, doesn’t mean you got a better haul.” snickered Leon, pushing his friend, Brayden, with an arrogant grin plastered on his face.
“See, this is exactly why you’re failing our Economics and Politics chapter in Social Studies.” replied the meerkat. “Ok, I know for a fact that your sister is obsessed with these pink lemonade hard candies, and I know for a fact that Asher can’t resist these mini gummy bear packets. The last thing I know for an absolute fact is that, for the most part, they’re both gullible as hell. I'm telling ya, this sweet smile and these sneaky fingers can swindle bigger and better candy, buddy.”
Leon stopped and smiled. Beaming, he looked straight into his friend’s eyes as he said “You know what, I’m proud of you. That’s some evil genius crap right there, I couldn’t even come up with something like that. You clearly have surpassed a master...”
“You know, it doesn’t matter who’s got the best haul, as long as we have enough to keep us from school tomorrow, we are good! Those tummy aches are gonna be so worth it!!!”
The two brats laughed and wrapped an arm on the other’s shoulder, slowly walking back to Leon’s house, both happily straining as they dragged their burlap-sized pillowcases stuffed with Halloween goodies. What they didn’t realize was that there was something in the dark, something that sprinted and ducked into dark corners, something that pressed up against trash cans, and something that sulked in tall grass. This something accidentally bumped into a recycling bin, causing the glass bottles inside the bin to rattle, the sharp noise rattling from behind the kids.
Brayden jumped high into the air, trembling as he landed. The meerkat struggled to stutter out, “N-N-Napoleonnnn, d-did you...h-h-h-h-hear that-t-t?”
“What did I tell you about using my full name? And quit freaking out! It was probably Mr. Retzfield’s dumb cat...hey! Quit shaking!” Leon seethed, slapping the meerkat in the back.
But the meerkat couldn’t stop shaking. The once warm night had begun to cool quickly and drastically. Before long, the both of them had begun to shiver, their breath leaving their mouths as icy mist. As they continued, the wind began to whistle, the breeze beginning to whisper and call to the boys.
“Leeeeeooooooon...Leeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooonnnnn...come to ussssssss, Leon…”
The once confident otter’s spine trembled as a chill ran down his bones; his heart screamed to run, but his instincts kept him frozen like ice, staring at the sanctuary of the bright lamppost at the street corner,the sanctuary that led the way back home.
“O-Ok Brayden, I think you were right, w-we ought to go, a-a-all we gotta do is make it to that street lamp. W-We do that, and we are home free.”
“Y-You don't have to tell me twice!!!” shouted Brayden, using as much strength as he could muster to drag his candy bag as he ran for the light. “Home free, home free, make it to the light and I’m home free.” Brayden thought to himself, his face beaming with relief as he made it three-quarters of the way to the warm lightpole’s glow.
“Almost there. We can make it, we can make it Brayden!!!” yelled Leon, laughing at how simple it was. But, as with many things, this simply was just too good to be true. “Wh-What is that?!” Leon’s thoughts screamed, his smile draining away as quickly as it appeared, his horrified eyes spotting something moving in the darkness, slowly making its way to the corner light...
A dark shadow began to shuffle at the street corner, inching closer and closer to the lonely street lamp. As the figure stumbled into the light, every last molecule of oxygen was expelled by fear as Leon slammed his paw into Brayden’s chest, trying to get the meerkat to stop. When the meerkat brushed off Leon’s arm, the otter grappled onto the meerkat, yanking his friend’s shirt and stopping him within an inch of a wolf. Brayden’s relieved face crumbled, his jaw dropping as he saw the horror of horrors that turned to face the pants-wetting meerkat.
The Arctic wolf’s left eye was glazed over, as if his iris and pupil were painted over with a sickly cream paint. His Doctor Strange costume was torn to shreds; the holes in his robes revealed bite marks all over his stomach and his guts, his ripped cape failed to hide the scratches and patches of torn flesh. His maw was covered in scabs and scratches, the left side of his face was blemished by claw marks, and his tail was completely soaked in blood.
“L-Leeoooonn...Brrayyyghden...I...I-I’m soooo hungrrregh...” the wolf moaned, blood gushing from his maw and down his neck, drenching his clothes in a warm red ooze. His battered and bruised legs tripped as the wolf’s boots caught in every crack in the concrete sidewalk. He desperately stretched his ripped paw out for the boys. Brayden began to stumble, crawling his way back to Leon.
Leon, however, had already turned to run back to the safety of the last house they stole candy from, but his poor feet kept slipping from the force he was using to try and scramble away. As soon as his foot gained a steady hold on the ground, and the otter dashed for the house, a large figure stepped out in front of him, their strong physique sending the brat onto his bum. A large hand grabbed the boy’s vampire shirt, lifting him back on his feet.
“Hey...poser...wanna see what a vampire really looks like?!” boomed a raspy voice, a match lighting and illuminating the bright red eyes of a monster. The coyote vampire’s fangs were sharper than needles, and trickled with blood. His claws threatened to puncture Leon’s arms, almost scraping against each other as they unclasped themselves the otters arms. But the boys weren’t lucky enough to have a clear escape just yet…monsters and ghouls, of all shapes and sizes, began to surround them.
A large, muscular werecoyote, leaped from the darkness, pouncing onto a Halloween animatronic, ripping it to shreds. Sparks flew as wires whined and buzzed, but the creature gave little attention to the electricity being sent through its body. After ravaging the poor mariachi skeleton, the werecoyote snarled, raising its head as it stared straight into the souls of the two boys, snarling as he began to prowl and steadily walk over to the boys.
The lid of a sarcophagus from a neighbor's yard was flung away, as if weighing nothing, crumbling as it crashed in front of the boys. Moans reverberated in the open sarcophagus as a mummy began to rise. Loose bandages unveiled a mess of dried flesh and sunken eyes that seemed to glow in the dim night. An Ancient Egyptian sword was retrieved by the mummy’s dehydrated paw, it’s weak muscles strained as it dragged the sword, shuffling ever closer to the boys. Opening its decaying maw, the fennec fox mummy groaned, “Leeeeoooon, Braaydennn…won’t you come with me? Come to me, and I shall give you the riches of the agesssssss...of course, the price is...your...souls!!!”
From behind them, an echo of laughter began to surround and swirl around the otter and the meerkat. Creeping from behind, a yellow-eyed goat demon, with lettering and demonic symbols covering his body, began to slowly make his way over, his velvet robes billowing in the cold wind. A long, ceremonial dagger was held in his hand, a hatchet in the other.
“Come oonnn, Leeeeeeeeoooooooooooooonnnn, don’t you wanna play with usssssss?” hissed the demon, revealing a forked tongue from the goat’s scowling mouth.
“G-Get away from us, you f-f-freak!!!” yelled the meerkat, holding onto his otter friend with all of his strength.
“Ohhhhhhhh, now that’s a bit harsshhhhh, isn’t it? Come ooooooooooooon Brayyyyydennnnnn, I promise I’ll play niiicccccceeeeeeeeeeeee…”
From the small fish pond of a neighboring house, a strange creature surfaced, chains rattling as it crawled to the otter. A black liquid gurgled as it flooded from the creature’s maw, staining the lawn and the creature’s belly fur as it dragged itself across the yard. Grabbing Leon’s pants leg, the monster pulled a trident from behind him, lifting it and pointing it at the terrified child.
“This is what you get for stealing candy, you little halfwits” gurgled the otter-shark hybrid, its trident pressing against Leon’s cheek. All Leon could utter were horrified little grunts, his screams being swallowed in his throat. The sea creature smiled, laughing as he crawled closer and closer to the boy.
“Go home, little brat…” growled the monster. “Leave now, and never steal from your neighbors again…”
Brayden began to stutter, nervously asking the creatures, “W-We will!!! B-B-But...wh-what about our c-c-c-cand-”
The monsters began to shout, growl, and groan. Their arms flailed, their jaws clamped, and their weapons were once again pointed at the terrified kids. The boys wrapped their arms around each other, squeezing their eyes shut and shivering in fear.
All together, the monsters yelled, “GOOOO...HOOOOOOOMEEEEEE!!!”
The boys trembled, backed up against a prop tombstone, tears running down their faces and whines erupting from their throats as the monsters began to close in on the brats. Suddenly, a growl began to rise from behind them. The boys’ jaws dropped as they saw a skinless mouse, crouching on the top of the tombstone. Standing on his hind legs, the mouse growled, leaning in to screech one word to the two boys…
“Boo!”
The boys shrieked at the top of their lungs, with Brayden slapping the mouse off of the tombstone as they weaved and bobbed between the horrifying creatures, making a desperate sprint for Leon’s house.
“HEEEEEELP!!! HEEELP US!!! M-M-MONSTERS!!!”
“LEON, YOU JERK!!! YOU LEFT ME BEHIND!!! L-LEON?! LEEEEEOOOOOOONNNN!!! MOMMYYYYYYYYYY!!!”
The monsters simply stood there, glancing over at each other.
BAMMM!!! All of a sudden, the group heard the distant slamming of a door, echoing throughout the neighborhood.
“Did you guys SEE LEON’S FACE?!?! The terror, the agony, that was HILARIOUS!!!” howled the fennec mummy, who promptly took off his mask, revealing Ligo to be the one wrapped under the bandages.
“Oh my god, Galley, your brother is sooooo much fun to torture. We gotta do this EVERY Halloween!” guffawed Davie, wiping away the fake lettering before pulling on a hoodie from behind the plants on his porch.
“I told you guys, this was a great idea! The little jerks had no IDEA what hit them! Bet he’s blubbering to my mom, ratting himself out in the process…RICKY!!! Ricky, dude, are you alright?! Brayden sent you flying, are you ok?!” shouted the otter, rushing over Mr. Retzfield’s yard to pick up the mouse.
“It’s fine, Galley, no need to worry! I’ve got bones of steel! No one can break this invincible mouse!!!” Ricky triumphantly boasted as he wiped away the exposed muscle make-up. “C’mon, we gotta give Danny a hand! First Halloween with us and he acts like he’s been on seven!!! Hey man, that was crazy what you did with the animatronic, are YOU ok?!”
Danny took off his werewolf suit, laughing off the question. “Don’t worry! That thing is super durable. Besides, Those sparks were actually wires with EXTREMELY bright lights, pretty convincing, huh?”
“Honestly, those two were super easy to scare...they’re both idiots.” chuckled Alex, removing his fake vampire fangs.
“Okay, okay guys, settle down! As fun as it was to scare the wits outta those two little morons, there is the more important matter here...the haul. Give each other a pat on the back, fist-bumps, high-fives, whatever you want! You are all evil geniuses! You guys are the best, seriously, Halloween would never be this fun if I didn’t have you guys.” smiled Matt, removing the contact from his eye and ringing out his tail, getting rid of most of the faux blood.
The group turned to each other, hugging and celebrating their victory, congratulating each other on their outstanding performances, critiquing entrances and dialogue, but eventually agreeing that this was, indeed, a happy victory.
Once they settled down again, Matt went on to add ”All right, pick up the candy bags and let’s meet up at Danny’s house to add it to our haul from earlier. Let’s go, come on!!! Oh! One more thing, how about...a victory howl?”
The group looked at each other, fingers on their chins, before nodding their heads in agreement.
“Ok, hands in. Ready? Howl on three...one, two, THREE!!!”
“AWWWRROOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AWwwROOOOooOOOooooooo!!!”
After confirming the entire canidae portion of the neighborhood was howling and barking, they began dying of laughter as they made their way down the street, preparing to accumulate and awe at their Halloween treasure trove.
From way up high, stalking from the towering hill that kept watch over the neighborhood, sat a group of monsters.
“Sssssssssoooo, what do you think? Quite a show, huh?” asked a tall, lanky goat demon, eyes glowing with happiness.
“Hmph! They have absolutely no respect for true creatures of the night! I mean, that howl was revolting, and the mummy fox was so boring, just like regular mummies...” growled a vampire lion, with a ferret merman and werebat nodding and groaning in agreement.
“HEY!!! Watch it, you don’t know half the spells I could use with just a snap of my finger, so how about a little respect for a fallen pharaoh?” groaned a jackal mummy, adjusting his white nemes.
“Ahhh, come now, they worked hard on their costumes, as well as setting up a trap for those two little hooligans…I mean, they made the meerkat wet himself!!! That has to amount to some respect, doesn’t it?” replied a werecoyote, snarling at the naysayers of the group.
“Yep, I’ve done some research, those two kids are absolute filth. Honestly, I believe that they deserved to get spooked at least a little…besides, it was pretty fun to watch, we all have to agree on that...” growled a zombie boar. The rest of them begrudgingly nodded, growling in agreement.
“Shall we then?” questioned the ferret merman.
They all nodded in agreement, turning to descend the hill, leaving the zombie boar to lift the merferret’s bucket, waddling off to join the rest of the monsters.
“OOMPH!!! You’re getting heavy! You have to stop stuffing yourself on lost sailors…” the zombie boar exclaimed.
“How about this? Why don’t you bite me…” seethed the merferret.
The boar paused, smiling and tilting his head. Squinting his eyes, he growled back “Very poor choice of words, my fishy friend!”
The End
Happy Halloween to all, from Matt the 80’s Wolf!!!
The streets were dim, the light posts barely piercing the near-witching hour darkness, not even the full moon could illuminate the roads and rows of houses. But the two friends barely noticed, their attention being channeled into their little argument.
“Look, look here! I mean, I’ve got seven Sugar Spirals and three jumbo-sized Mallowberry bars! That’s way better than whatever weak candy you got! Just because you got a bigger haul, doesn’t mean you got a better haul.” snickered Leon, pushing his friend, Brayden, with an arrogant grin plastered on his face.
“See, this is exactly why you’re failing our Economics and Politics chapter in Social Studies.” replied the meerkat. “Ok, I know for a fact that your sister is obsessed with these pink lemonade hard candies, and I know for a fact that Asher can’t resist these mini gummy bear packets. The last thing I know for an absolute fact is that, for the most part, they’re both gullible as hell. I'm telling ya, this sweet smile and these sneaky fingers can swindle bigger and better candy, buddy.”
Leon stopped and smiled. Beaming, he looked straight into his friend’s eyes as he said “You know what, I’m proud of you. That’s some evil genius crap right there, I couldn’t even come up with something like that. You clearly have surpassed a master...”
“You know, it doesn’t matter who’s got the best haul, as long as we have enough to keep us from school tomorrow, we are good! Those tummy aches are gonna be so worth it!!!”
The two brats laughed and wrapped an arm on the other’s shoulder, slowly walking back to Leon’s house, both happily straining as they dragged their burlap-sized pillowcases stuffed with Halloween goodies. What they didn’t realize was that there was something in the dark, something that sprinted and ducked into dark corners, something that pressed up against trash cans, and something that sulked in tall grass. This something accidentally bumped into a recycling bin, causing the glass bottles inside the bin to rattle, the sharp noise rattling from behind the kids.
Brayden jumped high into the air, trembling as he landed. The meerkat struggled to stutter out, “N-N-Napoleonnnn, d-did you...h-h-h-h-hear that-t-t?”
“What did I tell you about using my full name? And quit freaking out! It was probably Mr. Retzfield’s dumb cat...hey! Quit shaking!” Leon seethed, slapping the meerkat in the back.
But the meerkat couldn’t stop shaking. The once warm night had begun to cool quickly and drastically. Before long, the both of them had begun to shiver, their breath leaving their mouths as icy mist. As they continued, the wind began to whistle, the breeze beginning to whisper and call to the boys.
“Leeeeeooooooon...Leeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooonnnnn...come to ussssssss, Leon…”
The once confident otter’s spine trembled as a chill ran down his bones; his heart screamed to run, but his instincts kept him frozen like ice, staring at the sanctuary of the bright lamppost at the street corner,the sanctuary that led the way back home.
“O-Ok Brayden, I think you were right, w-we ought to go, a-a-all we gotta do is make it to that street lamp. W-We do that, and we are home free.”
“Y-You don't have to tell me twice!!!” shouted Brayden, using as much strength as he could muster to drag his candy bag as he ran for the light. “Home free, home free, make it to the light and I’m home free.” Brayden thought to himself, his face beaming with relief as he made it three-quarters of the way to the warm lightpole’s glow.
“Almost there. We can make it, we can make it Brayden!!!” yelled Leon, laughing at how simple it was. But, as with many things, this simply was just too good to be true. “Wh-What is that?!” Leon’s thoughts screamed, his smile draining away as quickly as it appeared, his horrified eyes spotting something moving in the darkness, slowly making its way to the corner light...
A dark shadow began to shuffle at the street corner, inching closer and closer to the lonely street lamp. As the figure stumbled into the light, every last molecule of oxygen was expelled by fear as Leon slammed his paw into Brayden’s chest, trying to get the meerkat to stop. When the meerkat brushed off Leon’s arm, the otter grappled onto the meerkat, yanking his friend’s shirt and stopping him within an inch of a wolf. Brayden’s relieved face crumbled, his jaw dropping as he saw the horror of horrors that turned to face the pants-wetting meerkat.
The Arctic wolf’s left eye was glazed over, as if his iris and pupil were painted over with a sickly cream paint. His Doctor Strange costume was torn to shreds; the holes in his robes revealed bite marks all over his stomach and his guts, his ripped cape failed to hide the scratches and patches of torn flesh. His maw was covered in scabs and scratches, the left side of his face was blemished by claw marks, and his tail was completely soaked in blood.
“L-Leeoooonn...Brrayyyghden...I...I-I’m soooo hungrrregh...” the wolf moaned, blood gushing from his maw and down his neck, drenching his clothes in a warm red ooze. His battered and bruised legs tripped as the wolf’s boots caught in every crack in the concrete sidewalk. He desperately stretched his ripped paw out for the boys. Brayden began to stumble, crawling his way back to Leon.
Leon, however, had already turned to run back to the safety of the last house they stole candy from, but his poor feet kept slipping from the force he was using to try and scramble away. As soon as his foot gained a steady hold on the ground, and the otter dashed for the house, a large figure stepped out in front of him, their strong physique sending the brat onto his bum. A large hand grabbed the boy’s vampire shirt, lifting him back on his feet.
“Hey...poser...wanna see what a vampire really looks like?!” boomed a raspy voice, a match lighting and illuminating the bright red eyes of a monster. The coyote vampire’s fangs were sharper than needles, and trickled with blood. His claws threatened to puncture Leon’s arms, almost scraping against each other as they unclasped themselves the otters arms. But the boys weren’t lucky enough to have a clear escape just yet…monsters and ghouls, of all shapes and sizes, began to surround them.
A large, muscular werecoyote, leaped from the darkness, pouncing onto a Halloween animatronic, ripping it to shreds. Sparks flew as wires whined and buzzed, but the creature gave little attention to the electricity being sent through its body. After ravaging the poor mariachi skeleton, the werecoyote snarled, raising its head as it stared straight into the souls of the two boys, snarling as he began to prowl and steadily walk over to the boys.
The lid of a sarcophagus from a neighbor's yard was flung away, as if weighing nothing, crumbling as it crashed in front of the boys. Moans reverberated in the open sarcophagus as a mummy began to rise. Loose bandages unveiled a mess of dried flesh and sunken eyes that seemed to glow in the dim night. An Ancient Egyptian sword was retrieved by the mummy’s dehydrated paw, it’s weak muscles strained as it dragged the sword, shuffling ever closer to the boys. Opening its decaying maw, the fennec fox mummy groaned, “Leeeeoooon, Braaydennn…won’t you come with me? Come to me, and I shall give you the riches of the agesssssss...of course, the price is...your...souls!!!”
From behind them, an echo of laughter began to surround and swirl around the otter and the meerkat. Creeping from behind, a yellow-eyed goat demon, with lettering and demonic symbols covering his body, began to slowly make his way over, his velvet robes billowing in the cold wind. A long, ceremonial dagger was held in his hand, a hatchet in the other.
“Come oonnn, Leeeeeeeeoooooooooooooonnnn, don’t you wanna play with usssssss?” hissed the demon, revealing a forked tongue from the goat’s scowling mouth.
“G-Get away from us, you f-f-freak!!!” yelled the meerkat, holding onto his otter friend with all of his strength.
“Ohhhhhhhh, now that’s a bit harsshhhhh, isn’t it? Come ooooooooooooon Brayyyyydennnnnn, I promise I’ll play niiicccccceeeeeeeeeeeee…”
From the small fish pond of a neighboring house, a strange creature surfaced, chains rattling as it crawled to the otter. A black liquid gurgled as it flooded from the creature’s maw, staining the lawn and the creature’s belly fur as it dragged itself across the yard. Grabbing Leon’s pants leg, the monster pulled a trident from behind him, lifting it and pointing it at the terrified child.
“This is what you get for stealing candy, you little halfwits” gurgled the otter-shark hybrid, its trident pressing against Leon’s cheek. All Leon could utter were horrified little grunts, his screams being swallowed in his throat. The sea creature smiled, laughing as he crawled closer and closer to the boy.
“Go home, little brat…” growled the monster. “Leave now, and never steal from your neighbors again…”
Brayden began to stutter, nervously asking the creatures, “W-We will!!! B-B-But...wh-what about our c-c-c-cand-”
The monsters began to shout, growl, and groan. Their arms flailed, their jaws clamped, and their weapons were once again pointed at the terrified kids. The boys wrapped their arms around each other, squeezing their eyes shut and shivering in fear.
All together, the monsters yelled, “GOOOO...HOOOOOOOMEEEEEE!!!”
The boys trembled, backed up against a prop tombstone, tears running down their faces and whines erupting from their throats as the monsters began to close in on the brats. Suddenly, a growl began to rise from behind them. The boys’ jaws dropped as they saw a skinless mouse, crouching on the top of the tombstone. Standing on his hind legs, the mouse growled, leaning in to screech one word to the two boys…
“Boo!”
The boys shrieked at the top of their lungs, with Brayden slapping the mouse off of the tombstone as they weaved and bobbed between the horrifying creatures, making a desperate sprint for Leon’s house.
“HEEEEEELP!!! HEEELP US!!! M-M-MONSTERS!!!”
“LEON, YOU JERK!!! YOU LEFT ME BEHIND!!! L-LEON?! LEEEEEOOOOOOONNNN!!! MOMMYYYYYYYYYY!!!”
The monsters simply stood there, glancing over at each other.
BAMMM!!! All of a sudden, the group heard the distant slamming of a door, echoing throughout the neighborhood.
“Did you guys SEE LEON’S FACE?!?! The terror, the agony, that was HILARIOUS!!!” howled the fennec mummy, who promptly took off his mask, revealing Ligo to be the one wrapped under the bandages.
“Oh my god, Galley, your brother is sooooo much fun to torture. We gotta do this EVERY Halloween!” guffawed Davie, wiping away the fake lettering before pulling on a hoodie from behind the plants on his porch.
“I told you guys, this was a great idea! The little jerks had no IDEA what hit them! Bet he’s blubbering to my mom, ratting himself out in the process…RICKY!!! Ricky, dude, are you alright?! Brayden sent you flying, are you ok?!” shouted the otter, rushing over Mr. Retzfield’s yard to pick up the mouse.
“It’s fine, Galley, no need to worry! I’ve got bones of steel! No one can break this invincible mouse!!!” Ricky triumphantly boasted as he wiped away the exposed muscle make-up. “C’mon, we gotta give Danny a hand! First Halloween with us and he acts like he’s been on seven!!! Hey man, that was crazy what you did with the animatronic, are YOU ok?!”
Danny took off his werewolf suit, laughing off the question. “Don’t worry! That thing is super durable. Besides, Those sparks were actually wires with EXTREMELY bright lights, pretty convincing, huh?”
“Honestly, those two were super easy to scare...they’re both idiots.” chuckled Alex, removing his fake vampire fangs.
“Okay, okay guys, settle down! As fun as it was to scare the wits outta those two little morons, there is the more important matter here...the haul. Give each other a pat on the back, fist-bumps, high-fives, whatever you want! You are all evil geniuses! You guys are the best, seriously, Halloween would never be this fun if I didn’t have you guys.” smiled Matt, removing the contact from his eye and ringing out his tail, getting rid of most of the faux blood.
The group turned to each other, hugging and celebrating their victory, congratulating each other on their outstanding performances, critiquing entrances and dialogue, but eventually agreeing that this was, indeed, a happy victory.
Once they settled down again, Matt went on to add ”All right, pick up the candy bags and let’s meet up at Danny’s house to add it to our haul from earlier. Let’s go, come on!!! Oh! One more thing, how about...a victory howl?”
The group looked at each other, fingers on their chins, before nodding their heads in agreement.
“Ok, hands in. Ready? Howl on three...one, two, THREE!!!”
“AWWWRROOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AWwwROOOOooOOOooooooo!!!”
After confirming the entire canidae portion of the neighborhood was howling and barking, they began dying of laughter as they made their way down the street, preparing to accumulate and awe at their Halloween treasure trove.
From way up high, stalking from the towering hill that kept watch over the neighborhood, sat a group of monsters.
“Sssssssssoooo, what do you think? Quite a show, huh?” asked a tall, lanky goat demon, eyes glowing with happiness.
“Hmph! They have absolutely no respect for true creatures of the night! I mean, that howl was revolting, and the mummy fox was so boring, just like regular mummies...” growled a vampire lion, with a ferret merman and werebat nodding and groaning in agreement.
“HEY!!! Watch it, you don’t know half the spells I could use with just a snap of my finger, so how about a little respect for a fallen pharaoh?” groaned a jackal mummy, adjusting his white nemes.
“Ahhh, come now, they worked hard on their costumes, as well as setting up a trap for those two little hooligans…I mean, they made the meerkat wet himself!!! That has to amount to some respect, doesn’t it?” replied a werecoyote, snarling at the naysayers of the group.
“Yep, I’ve done some research, those two kids are absolute filth. Honestly, I believe that they deserved to get spooked at least a little…besides, it was pretty fun to watch, we all have to agree on that...” growled a zombie boar. The rest of them begrudgingly nodded, growling in agreement.
“Shall we then?” questioned the ferret merman.
They all nodded in agreement, turning to descend the hill, leaving the zombie boar to lift the merferret’s bucket, waddling off to join the rest of the monsters.
“OOMPH!!! You’re getting heavy! You have to stop stuffing yourself on lost sailors…” the zombie boar exclaimed.
“How about this? Why don’t you bite me…” seethed the merferret.
The boar paused, smiling and tilting his head. Squinting his eyes, he growled back “Very poor choice of words, my fishy friend!”
The End
Happy Halloween to all, from Matt the 80’s Wolf!!!
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