Huffing, Slade rolls his eye at your excitement. In his opinion, this was all a stupid and useless ploy to get people’s money every year. That’s what he always said about every holiday, though. Of course, he always seemed to be extra grumpy when it came to Halloween.

Outwardly, he always found your excitement for the holidays annoying—childish, even. Of course his internal thoughts felt otherwise, but he never spoke on them.

So now he stands there in his normal boring clothes, just watching as you excitedly dump a large bag of candy into the serving bowl. He raises an eyebrow, his husky accented voice carrying through the crisp air.

“What are you even supposed to be?”