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Shrill X put the bowl of candy near the two boys and stood next to Candy, watching as they worked.

"Yeah," the filly smiled. "It's real nice of them."

"W-well... Ironic or not, I wouldn't really mind um, being friends, if that's ok..."

Wicked Stitch admitted. It was nice to hear someone else say it first, and it brought a hint of a smile to the young colts face as he concentrated on trying to manipulate a thread and needle through the fabric... which was all in all an excellent demonstration that knowing how something worked and being able to repeat it weren't technically the same skill set.

Good thing, he thought, that it was now a zombie wolf, because he wasn't sure it could pass for anything else right now. Not based on his stitch work.

Still it was... really nice to be able to help. The way the other phonies reacted... definitely nice.

When Hard Truths looked over at her and made that comment, Shrill X instantly frowned and lifted her nose in the air in a haughty gesture. "Whatever."

The filly moved closer, eyeing her costume. Yeah, it'd be a pretty cool zombie wolf but it was still missing something. "Needs some blood," she announced. "I'm gonna find some." Even if it was only tomato sauce, a little gore would make it perfect.

Shrill X whirled around and fought a blush. "I didn't forget nothin'." Obviously she hadn't been paying attention to what Candy Dandy had been doing and to cover up her error, she gave Truths her angriest glare.

"Can you guys just finish already I've got trick or treating to do."

In apparent and mute response to Hard Truth's question about 'what pony wouldn't... Wicked raised his brows slightly and let his eyes wander toward Shrill X and back to Hard Truths. He sort of leaned to the school of 'if you can't say something nice don't say anything', but it didn't mean not sharing entirely.

"I um... She can do it." Blood of her Enemies. Brr. Not exactly his speed.

"...well... I guess that's technically true..." He added, under his breath, referring to Shrill's statement that she'd forgotten 'nothing'. Since it was also not exactly nice he also immediately pinned his ears back in embarrassment and stared fixedly at his front hooves.

"It wasn't a problem, I was... I was happy to help! T-thank you for letting me."

Following Wicked Stitch's gaze, Truths sneered slightly. Okay, so maybe not all phonies would, but he thought Shrill, at least, would have been one of them. She had her pride, but that didn't mean she was outright unfriendly. Even he wasn't that cruel.

The other colt's lowered ears and embarrassed expression did not escape the unicorn's notice. He picked up a piece of candy from the bowl Shrill had brought them. "Hey, Stitch. Here." Raising his hoof, he tossed the piece Stitch's way. "For a job well done. You should keep up your energy."

Shaking his head at Shrill's bloody masterpiece, Truths went to go fetch his saddle bag with his book and candy but took the book out first. "Candy, after Shrill's done with her costume and puts it back on, I think I had better go accompany her to make sure she doesn't...pay back her bullies with more than they deserve," he told the pale mare. "Mind keeping this book for me until we come back? It's kind of heavy and the candy's weighing me down enough as it is."

He glanced back at the patchwork pegasus. "Stitch, would like to come, or would you rather stay here? You don't have to get involved, of course; you can linger behind with me. This is Shrill's fight, anyway. I think she'd prefer we didn't interfere."

"I'm putting it on!" Shrill X announced loudly, as if that was something everyone needed to know so they could turn and watch.

She wriggled into the newly bloodied and stitched costume, tugged it properly into place and then pranced in a circle. "Feels good." She gave a mock, wolfish zombie growl.

"Okay, let's go. I wanna go bite them or something." Then she was heading for the door, expecting the boys to follow.

"Thanks," the unicorn colt told the mare, knowing she was as good as her word. He was somewhat amused by her motherly reaction to their mention of a fight. "Don't worry. That's what we'll be there for; to reel her in if she crosses a line or forgets to hold back. And as long as we stick together, we'll be okay." Of course there were other ways to deal with problems like this. Like hanging said morons upside down by a hind hoof. Or spooking them with a bit of unicorn magic. Sometimes, even just a witty insult would be enough to send them crying home to their mothers.

Not that he would be guilty of such things, of course. It was still Shrill's problem and she had to resolve it on her own. Truths just found it fun practical to fantasize keep in mind a few back-up plans just in case. Too bad no one had ever bothered to try to bully him before. And what better excuse to go around scaring and getting revenge on bullies than a night like Hollow's Eve? If tricks or treats were the options, Truths had no trouble knowing which he'd enjoy giving out more.

"Yes, yes, hurry up," he called back to Shrill, startled out of his thoughts as she declared she was donning her newly-redone costume. "Mm...you look very threatening," he said with a nod approval, figuring that was probably a better compliment to her than saying she looked nice.

Snorting with humor at Stitch's suggestion, he headed toward the door alongside the pegasus. "They'll be long gone before she has a chance to bite anyone," he assured him. "If they know what's good for them. If not...well. It would be up to us to show them the meaning of Hallow's Eve." His horn glowed faintly as he headed out with a sly grin.

"Thanks again for everything, Candy," he called back over his shoulder. "But I think it's those bully phonies who will need to be careful." He, Shrill, and Stitch weren't the ones with a zombie werewolf on their trail.