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It was Halloween and that meant one thing: there was a party at the mansion.
Okay, it probably meant more than just one thing, but for Mike? Yeah, that one thing was the most important one. Kinda trumped everything else. Unlike last year, he hadn't had help from April, so the level of overall gore and genuine creepiness was a little lower. But there were still Jack O'Lanterns outside lighting the way to the house, and bat cut-outs and balloons in the shape of ghosts and skulls all around the house, and creepy looking candy on the snack table.
And a bloody goblin in the fridge.
Maybe Mike missed April a little bit.
[OCD up! OPEN TO ALL! HAPPY HALLOWEEN, COME PARTY WITH US AGAIN.]
Okay, it probably meant more than just one thing, but for Mike? Yeah, that one thing was the most important one. Kinda trumped everything else. Unlike last year, he hadn't had help from April, so the level of overall gore and genuine creepiness was a little lower. But there were still Jack O'Lanterns outside lighting the way to the house, and bat cut-outs and balloons in the shape of ghosts and skulls all around the house, and creepy looking candy on the snack table.
And a bloody goblin in the fridge.
Maybe Mike missed April a little bit.
[OCD up! OPEN TO ALL! HAPPY HALLOWEEN, COME PARTY WITH US AGAIN.]
