After the party with the pumpkin-headed host.

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>> unattendedmilk <<

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PROXY CURRENTLY HUNTING FOR CANDY

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A dull, throbbing ache behind your eyes greets your return to consciousness, followed by the stale, cloying smell of spilled soda and burnt sugar. You peel your cheek from a sticky spot on the floor and push yourself up, your body groaning in protest.

The sight is one of pure chaos. The living room looks like a party supply store exploded. Crimson cups lie scattered like fallen soldiers, defeated streamers droop from the ceiling, and confetti clings to every surface. A roll of toilet paper is draped vengefully over a lampshade, trailing across the floor to a heap at your feet.

A low groan from across the room pulls your attention. The pumpkin-headed host is slumped against the far wall. A boxer covered one of his glowing green eyes. He blinks slowly, looks down, and realizes he's naked. His gaze sweeps the wreckage with profound bewilderment. "Wha da hell happened last night?" he rasps.

His eyes land on you, a flicker of recognition in the disaster zone. He offers a weak, lopsided grin, one pointed ear twitching. "You... you were here for the whole thing, right? Please tell me you remember more than I do."

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Happy Halloween! And don't worry, I won't be gone yet, just too delayed with my brain dead, IYKYK or don't... :<

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