This image is based on a story written for fun at the rpg [link] The story is completely copywrite Heather who is an Admin on the site, and the characters involved are copywrite to their appropiate owners.

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Carpe had never been a big fan of Halloween. Of course, he didn’t know it existed first of all, but that was just a slight problem. How on earth Ailia had managed to shove all the information into his rather small cranium, but rather large to his beliefs, was beyond anyone’s understanding. He was still rather lost in the whole perplexity, and wondering what ‘candy’ was. He assumed they were rather delightful objects, considering the word ‘candy’ seemed a bit jovial and happy, something little children would chuck at each other on a crisp, autumn day. He was also slightly perplexed as to how the neighboring harems had gotten ahold of this decadent ‘candy’, but nonetheless, he was rather excited about the whole ordeal. New experiences sounded, err..fun. Right. But he couldn’t tell Ailia that. Oh, no way in hell. She wouldn’t let him live that down, and seeing as how she was his only friend at the moment, because obviously his jackass ways did not add to his popularity, he decided to put on a stoic facade and pretend to be uninterested. On the inside, he was a screaming toddler jumping up and down. Oh, he wanted some ‘candy’.

“You have to wear a costume.”

Ailia’s words rang against his harks, though of course, had he been paying attention, and not eyeing a rather odd looking squirrel, the damn thing must have been albino, he would have actually heard her.

“Eh?”

A rather mundane response, and what Ailia should have expected. She made a poor attempt at rolling her eyes, finding the whole matter with Carpe rather frustrating, because he was such a moron. She attempted to explain again. Somewhat.

“You have to wear a costume.”

He heard her this time. The albino squirrel had run off. Probably went to go collect some more nuts before hibernation. Carpe briefly wondered if he could hibernate, just to get away from the shrill monocre of Ailia’s voice. Not that it was bad, or even tortourous. He just wanted to mock her for something.

“A costume? What the fuck?”

“I told you already. A costume.”

How Ailia had come across the materials for her own costume once again had Carpe confounded, though apparently it wasn’t so hard to confuse him. She had rather peculiar sparkly wings attached to her spine, that somewhat distracted Carpe as he attempted to listen to her again. In one ear, out the other no doubt. She also had some strange wand poked out of her mouth, you know, like the farmer straw shit. Wrapped around her barrel was some odd little pink getup, which also had rather shiny objects attached to it. Carpe had helped her put on the ridiculous thing, which Ailia had concluded was a ‘fairy’, though he hadn’t understood why. Go figure. I don’t think the boy could be any more dense.

“Like your lame one?”

There was a growl from Ailia, her frustration growing evident on her facade, willing Carpe to look at her face and silently chuckle to himself. Well, getting her annoyed was fun. But then a smirk grew on her face, and Carpe found himself regretting the whole thing. Ohhh shit. This wasn’t going to be good.

“You’re going to go as a devil. Yup.”

His left eye began twitching. Devil? That was lamer than her stupid pixie thing. At least he wouldn’t have to dance around in some retarded outfit.

Correction. Ailia had made him dance around in some retarded outfit. Fitted beyond his harks was a set of horns, the headband striking against his skull, the pressure making him want to shoot someone in the face. If he had a gun. But Ailia didn’t let him have a gun, because apparently devils had dumbass pitchforks. Maybe he’d stab her. The pitchfork was found mottled between his teeth, he had been gnawing on it like a beaver hoping it would break, but no such luck. The red cape across his backside horribly clashed with his palimino coat, but Ailia didn’t really care. Apparently tonight was going to be torture.

A couple minutes passed. Ailia was adjusting her pixie shit. Carpe was grumbling, complaining, and chewing on his pitchfork. Ailia kicked him a couple times, which only sent a snarl to his face and mocking about how she kicked like a girl, earning him several more blemishes. Then Ailia announced it was time to go get some ‘candy’. Finally, Carpe thought. God dammit he wanted some fucking ‘candy’.

“OFF TO THE PLAINS.”

Cringing inwardly, Carpe wandered next to Ailia. While she danced in her little retarded fairy princess thing, Carpe dragged his feet, hoping somehow his cape, tied around his neck, would magically fly away.

He had absolutely no luck.

Acting like the boundaries was some kind of doorbell, Ailia announced loudly ‘TRICK OR TREAT’. Carpe jumped about five feet in the air, Ailia matching his previous grin and sneering at the fact that Carpe was a scaredy cat. In his mind he thought of more possibilities on how to murder her.

However, they were soon greeted by the Lord, who, was..omg wtf Orange? Carpe stared. Stared a lot.

“What the fuck are you supposed to be?”

Ailia kicked him again. They weren’t going to get any ‘candy’ at this rate.

Domecq seemed to glare deeply at Carpe. The pitchfork rolled around in his boredom.

“You’ve never seen a pumpkin before, dickweed?”

“Not one that looks that hella retarded.”

“Fine, you’re not getting any candy.”

“WHAT THE F-”

Ailia had already dragged Carpe’s ass out of the Plains, chewing on her piece of ‘candy’. Apparently it was licorice. Carpe wanted some.

“Too bad, so sad. Don’t insult people on the time. You’re hopeless, honestly. Oh, don’t even look at me like that. Its your own fault.”

Carpe was pissed off.

Next stop was the Gardens, to which Carpe finally got his first piece of candy. Omg, miracles do happen. Turns out, he could identify the costume the Lady Abercrombie wore, some troll thing by stating ‘omg you look like a troll’. He couldn’t unwrap his however, and began to whine like a baby. Ailia sighed, exhausted with all the efforts of keeping up a nice pretense, and grabbed his candy in her teeth.

“Gimme it. God, can’t even unwrap a Lifesaver.”

The LifeSaver was then given to Carpe, however, it was green. Carpe didn’t like green Lifesavers. He may have never had one before, but in a few moments, he decided it was a piece of shit.

“Oh my god, candy sucks ass.”

Before Ailia could reply however, they were distracted by a dancing..angel thing. What the hell, Voraer was skipping through the fields adjourning the Plains and the Meadows, prancing in somewhat delight. He..had white wings for fucks sake. Carpe stared. Ailia’s jaw dropped. And then they just kept walking. It wasn’t worth explaining. Heather had already cracked up this story.

Next was the Meadows. Carpe had good relations with the Meadows. Cough. It was where he was born after all.

But as soon as he got on their ‘doorstep’ alongside Ailia, he realized he recognized no one. And that they had heard things about him. Odd.

“Oh no, not you, you little shithead.”

Rhade bashed him over the head with some kind of tree limb, and Ailia quickly grabbed Carpe by his cape and dragged him off to Artemis. Note to self: Do not bring Carpe trick or treating ever again.

Soo..the Mire? The Desert? Ailia went towards the Desert, finding it slightly more hospitable than the muck at this point. Carpe had somehow returned to consciousness, though he shrugged along and admired each fascinating color of the grass. Yes, all the green ones.

“TRICK OR TREAT.”

Some hoodlum appeared at the boundary, while Carpe was on the ground, admiring the black sand. He had proclaimed it ‘Sandland’ when the greeter arrived, to which he was once again kicked in the head. Morons should not exist.

Ailia grimaced slightly, knowing the last thing she needed was unconcious Carpe again. But oh well. She wanted some more candy. Carpe was making things difficult. Perhaps she should just leave him there...

“Here. And this is one for your assbag friend. You suck. Have a nice Halloween.”

Myyy.. always so nice.

Last stop. The Mire. After throwing Carpe in the mud, thus waking him up, Ailia stared at the greeter, who had come before they could even announce their presence. Apparently they got a lot of visitors. Carpe blinked a couple times.

“Where am I? Hollywood?”

Ailia decided he was better unconscious.

The greeter was wrapped in some insane garb that looked a lot like toilet paper stuck to each and every part of their pelt, which Ailia deduced had to be a mummy. Yeah, because nothing else could be that dumb. The horse grunted, throwing out several oddballs of candy, most coated in thick slime, to which the equine laughed haughtily, finding that utterly amusing. I suppose I would too, if I wasn’t the one getting the candy.

Ailia pouted, dragging Carpe off once again. They were already done. Damn.

Her count of candy wasn’t substantial, and hardly what she had recorded in years past. She decided Carpe was to blame, because that moron continually ruined oppourtunities to gain any of the delicious sweets.

Sometime Carpe had woken up, watching tears falling off of Ailia’s face. Fuck, what the hell had he done this time? Blinking once or twice, attempting to figure where he was after his last concussion, he stepped a couple spots up to the pixie Princess, and softly brought forth some vocals.

“Sorry I ruined your Halloween.”

There were some hitched sobs, vague tears rolling down her cheeks, before she turned to look at him. Oh shit, he’s being nice. Dammit. She loses. When Carpe is being thoughtful and caring, you know you have lost. Big time.

“Its okay. Here, have some of my candy.”

Carpe grabbed more than half of the candy, leaving Ailia with the slimy ones, and ate it. Proclaimed it heaven really. And then went to sleep. He didn’t even thank Ailia.

She kicked him again. Nope, Carpe was never ever going trick or treating with her anymore, for as long as she lived.

Next year she decided he could wear a ghost ensemble, and she could be a butterfly.

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