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Halloween

 Gusts of the October breeze fly past as you mosey down the sidewalk. School ended twenty minutes ago and Halloween is tonight, who better to accompany you than your "little brother", Mal0? He'd never known the wonders of this night, so it was no surprise when he felt indifferent upon hearing about the holiday. But now informed that he'd finally be able to roam the streets free of persecution, and at liberty to amass candy from the numerous people merely handing it out, he was thrilled to tag along. Approaching the house it was evident that mom and dad were gone, as per usual since they regularly worked late into the night. Now at the front door you could clearly hear the pitter patter of Mal0's feet scrambling just beyond the barricade.

 Upon pushing the door open, he lept from the nearby couch as he waived his arms and bared his gaping mouth at you. Emitted from you was a giggle, you stepped forward,  scooped him into your arms and raised him over your shoulder, as he began to thrash about. "Raaah! C'mon, I'm scary! Scream!" Mal0 hollered. Though he had no face and wasn't in front of you, it was apparent that he was happy of your arrival, with the exuberant waving of his tail and the talkative mood he was taking. "You know that doesn't work for me anymore. But you know who it will work for? Everyone out on the street who sees you tonight. You might just end up making a kid pee his pants." You told him.

 Setting him down was easier said than done, his flailing legs got you in the stomach twice. Now with Mal0 standing before you, it was apparent of his problem. Orange stains decorated his maw, even his hands were coated in the substance. "What's that stuff all over your face? Did you get into the left overs?" You said. "Well, you told me we'd eat before Halloween!" Mal0 said.

 "No, I said not to eat. Don't you want to have the candy tonight? Ah well, all that walking well help you along. Go wash your hands, we still have some time before the neighbors are ready to give out candy." You said. A burst of irritation that had swept over you quickly dissolved, you couldn't stay mad at Mal0. Now off to retrieve a toothbrush, the rush of water was audible but quickly subsideded. Mal0 came racing back to the living room, hands wet and face still a mess, you playfully grasped one of his wet hands and smeared his face with water, he gasped. You began to scrub away at the orange spots on his face and teeth, they came out easily but when you were done Mal0 emitted a slow and quiet yet high pitched growl.

 "Wow, sooo scary, Mal0. Hey, if you can do that tonight you're bound to scare someone, keep that in mind. Now go sit on the couch, I'll go get dressed and then we can watch TV until it's time to leave." You said. With that, he scampered off towards the couch, eagerly climbing it but impatiently sitting in it, swaying his legs back and forth as he leaned his head on the arm rest. Away now you went to your room, it was still as messy as the morning, but your costume was laid out on your bed. It was simple, an ebony robe paired with a body length minimalist scythe, you'd even bought a face painting kit along with it. You let the backpack slip from your shoulders and swiped the robe, quickly slipping it over your body.

 It was slightly oversized, but that didn't matter much, it even added onto the look. Next you swept the kit away and opened it, smearing your hand with white paint and then lathering it over your face. It took but a minute for your face to be coated, and to finish the look you'd even smothered your hands in the paint. Everything was falling into place, but you felt as if something was missing, some key details. The light bulb pinged, it was the blood, no simplistic costume was complete without blood.

 You pinched the tiny brush out of the pallet and dabbed it in maroon, without a mirror you began to drag it underneath your eyelids and down the edges of your mouth, cutting off the trail halfway down your neck. Now another idea popped into your mind, to try and scare Mal0. With this plan you hoisted the scythe in both hands and began to recollect the little bits of Latin you'd learned over the past week, carefully stepping towards the living room. Almost near the entrance you began to slowly stomp in, reciting random Latin words in a wailing voice as you trudged towards Mal0, your eyes over-exaggeratingly bulged open. His white orbs of eyes merely blinked twice, before he reached over for the remote and hurled it at you, hitting you square in the face.