(Ooc: be anyone I can't stop u 💔)

It was Halloween. Oh dear.. the horror.

Dusekkar watched as his own kind got gutted. Gutted, ripped apart. Cut. CARVED.

He stood (or rather, floated) in the tall doorway, mortified of the sight before him. Even a wise pumpkin like him couldn't handle it.

Everyone was enjoying themselves, making goofy and stupid pumpkin faces on their pumpkins. Little did they know, poor Dusekkar was watching with horror.

He gasped and squirmed, traumatised of the sight before him. He felt sick. Of course he felt sick. It was gory for a pumpkin like him.

He spoke, his voice trembling, yet still rhythmic and divine, in a way.

🔹️🎃 "Oh dear, oh dear.. what have they done to our kind, why must they do this to our kind?"