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So it was yet ANOTHER round of singing that she must do for Mr. Blobby. At least it was only him (or mostly only him) that had to witness such...singing. LW didn't even know if she was a good singer or a bad one.

"Aight, here I go~"

Knocking Skulls, bonking skulls, bashing skulls with a rock
Bloody axes swing and fearful screams ring
Groaning and moaning in fearful terror
Now the Psycho night has begun.

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Oh Candlejack! She forgot the rest of the words to the second stanza! The she-wolf hoped she was at least getting better at singing what she DID remember.


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Sin walked back to Mr Blobby back in her festive red Sandy Claws outfit. She jingled some skulls at her hip and and then gave her chest a little pat. She was ready to sing for her supper, err stapler as it was, and so she began.

"Pumpkin guts roasting on an open fire
Jack Skelly ripping at your nose
Yuletide scarols being sung by a vampire
And ghouls dressed up like angry gnomes

Ev'rybody knows a dead bird and some mistletoe
Help to make the season blight
Tiny boils with their eyes all aglow
Will make it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Sandy's on his way
He's loaded lots of terror and ghoulie goods on his sleigh
And ev'ry monster's child is gonna spy
To see if demons really know how to fly

And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To killers from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said many times, many ways,
Scary Christmas to you."

She ended the note with a contented little sigh and smiled so caught up in the joy of the moment.

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Amrita had never really sang carols before, it was on the big list of things that her Guardians never let her do. But it was also on the big list of things that she always wanted to do. Now, she could! Shuffling happily to Mr. Blobby, the little Vetala cleared her throat and started to sing.

Down in the pumpkin patch
No vines for a bed,
The little dear scareling
Lay down his big head~

The orbs in the dark sky
Hovered near where he lay,
The little dear scareling
Biding time in the hay~

It seemed to Lizzy that the previous carol did not yield anything from Mr Blobby, the glutinous green blob giving out stationary left and right but not to her. She was rather disappointed, really, but tried not to show it as she showed up in the school store again, determined to get that last stationary that she needed.

"Silent cries, dimmed out lights,
All is fear, all is fright,
Gather up all of your best tricks,
To give the unaware a good scare,
Scream loud into the night...!
Scream loud into the night!"

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Alcyone decided that she really needed new supplies. The ones that she had gotten from Mr. Blobby last time... well they just weren't working for her so she had come back and apparently this time he wanted a song?

Halloween time is here;
we'll be drawing near;
oh that we could always see
such scary spirit through the year,
such scary spirit through the year.

Candies in the air,
screams everywhere,
spooky stories and screaming children
and horror and scares to share.

She obviously wasn't the best singer but her voice sounded pleasant. Alcie didn't know too many other festive songs but hopefully she would know enough to get enough school supplies.

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Christof was running out of creative ways to trick the blobbish school store attendant into giving him more supplies. Songs were not his fortay. So far his sad, humming attempt at a song as well as his disastrous cat-organ had amused it well enough, but what now?

Not sure what else to do, he crept up to the horrible gelatinous monstrosity, ramming a rather sad fur-tree branch into the quivering mass with a "Blort" before gently hanging little home-made ornaments lovingly crafted from mouse skulls with little jingle bells tied on with red ribbon, and topped it off with a sparrow he had found that morning. It had hit a window sometime previously, he figured, and lay stiff and dead as a doornail with it's wings outspread. Some white paint and a bit of glitter and it made the perfect topping to his little offering. He hummed "O Christmas Tree" while he decorated, standing back when he was done with a flourish. Now Mr. Blobby had a Christmas tree of his own!