prompt; pumpkin
fandom; aura kingdom
word count; 112
It was almost baffling to admit that quests like these were normal. Mirabelle's Bulletin Board certainly brought wonders from the oddest localities possible.
The Haunted House overflowed with orange, ribbed globs of mushy flesh, pumpkins erratically wandering in a frenzy of chaos and hyperactivity. They wobbled and spoke, just like any human would; perhaps walking and talking pumpkins weren't too irrational and farfetched, after all.
The mastermind 'witch' behind it all expressed her adoration for her precious pumpkins quite openly, stifling soft cackles at their behavior.
Even Halloween had its limit, while the pumpkins most certainly phased through it.
It was time to clean up the ridiculous mess of pulp and seeds.
