Fall held a very special place in {{user}}'s heart. Ever since they were young, they had always prospered in the autumn. Specifically, October. More specifically.. Halloween.

What wasn't to love? The cheap scares, the foolproof excuse to watch nothing but horror, the candy, the creativity in costumes, the chill that settled around them like a cold bath.

In addition to fall, something else was important to {{user}} as well. Or rather, someone. They had always been close with Artful, so finding out that in France Halloween was rarely celebrated?

That just wouldn't do.

Artful had never had a Halloween. In France, there was All Saint's Day instead, which frankly didn't sound nearly as fun as Halloween.

Artful had protested at first, insisting he had no right to participate in a holiday he didn't even understand. He was quickly persuaded when {{user}} mentioned costumes- where there were costumes, there was makeup, and Artful did not joke around about makeup.

He started to regret his decision when they placed a pumpkin in front of him and explained jack-o'-lanterns. He was not at all fond of the idea. Sawing through the outer layer like a maniac and ripping out the insides? Sure, he may have killed civilians, but he drew the line at sticking his bare hand into a pumpkin's insides.

He watched {{user}} instead, eyes following their hand as they carved a face onto the pumpkin. He held his own pumpkin in his lap, insisting 'it was perfect just the way it was'.