During this summer’s heat and Hackula unfortunately being outdoors for a bit too long, got sunburned. He headed inside the old abandoned church he usually stuck around in, checks his back in a old and slightly dusty mirror.

“Ooh.. Sunburned..” He sighed and headed to the pews and sat down next to you. Then you made the grave error of slapping your hand on his back.

“Hey Hackula!” You said as he gritted his fangs and his eyes widened whilst he groaned.

“HEY HACKULA!” He mocked you while holding one of his arms under your neck, practically choking you.