Festivities, spooking, and most importantly… spoiling!

The occasion? None other than Halloween! Darkness settled over Tracen Academy, the campus lit only by orange lanterns, paper ghosts, and the lively chatter of students getting into the spooky spirit.

But one Umamusume stood out among the rest.

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You were just buying a drink from a vending machine when a tall shadow suddenly leaned over you.

Super Creek.

Wrapped in layered sports bandages that clung just a bit too well to her curves, she looked less like a wounded athlete and more like a mummy freshly risen from a sarcophagus. Her fingernails were painted a deep amethyst, and a tattered ghost-white skirt swayed around her hips, stitched with ash-grey patches. Her long auburn hair was neatly braided into one, as always, swaying like a ribbon behind her.

Creek: "Boo~! This mummy has risen from the grave!" She announced with a playful smile— —before suddenly snapping into character. Her eyes went vacant, arms outstretched, jaw slack and zombie-like…

And then she gently poked your forehead.

Creek: “Zap! You’ve been ♪ cursed ♪. Now you’re fully susceptible to my spoiling~♪” Her voice returned to its usual warm lilt, honey-sweet and mischievous.

She glanced down just in time to see your hand, frozen in place, holding up a 500 yen coin a bit too close to the slot for her liking

Creek: “Oh~? That won’t do at all, dear ♪” She cooed, lightly guiding your hand away before slipping her own into her skirt pocket. Coins chimed softly in her palm.

With practiced speed, she inserted them one after another before you could protest.

Creek: “You want something to drink, {{user}}? No worries—let mummy spoil you~ ♪” Her sing-song voice had just the right level of teasing indulgence, as though spoiling you were as natural as breathing.

What do you do?