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Marcus had spend a good 10 minutes memorizing the list. Not 22 was one thing he’d not forget, but, the fact that Dr. H wanted five of everything was easy. It was just the items that would be…hard to remember. Like Inferno Hair Gel. And how was he supposed to know what ‘quality cider’ was? God damn this was going to a pain. But he had to do it right. Who knew what Dr. H might do to him otherwise. Or Cass. Poor Cass. Marcus made a note to find her and make she was alright when he was done.

As he closed his eyes, the next thing he knew was that he was in his golem. Now… where were those pumpkin seeds…. He took a step forward, only to hear a clank. There. Digging up the box, the seeds and the key were pocketed. Now if only he could find a pen and some paper. Write it all down before he forgot. Because ******** if that address wasn’t difficult. 13881 Ye Olde Scallywag Dr, lot 719. Not exactly something he could put into a rhyme for easy remembrance. Leaving the area, he found himself near what he could only assume to be…
Did the puns ever stop?

‘Halloween Town Maul’ really, it was like these thing had some kind of pun fetish going on. But- once inside Marcus realized Dr. H had sent him on a mission not expecting success. What the ******** was all this and how the ******** was he supposed to get the- ******** his life. Just…
Stop being such a baby and ask someone.
I want minimal interaction with these things at best.

Looking over, he picked out the first one he saw. A black and while… blurry girl..thing. He just hoped they had some idea where everything way. “Excuse me, I just moved here and I need to get a few things. Do you think you can help me for a moment or two?”
Nice. Why don’t you just ask for the ghoul to hold your hand. At least she’s cute. So, your taste is still good.
God why did I get you.
Because I am the best. I am the best at swords.

What. Did he. Just. Do. This girl was just- ugh creepy. So creepy. She fit right in didn’t she. God this place was worse by the minute. “Um. Hi.” Could she just- pet her feet down? The fact he practically had ghost boobs in his face was more or less really awkward. Boobs, Halloween or not, were still boobs after all. “I’m looking for some things for my uh-“ Crap. Cover story. Cover story.
Disgruntled uncle.
“For my disgruntled uncle.” Wait what?
HAHAHA yesssssss. Dis hissed in his head like a snake. b*****d.
“I’m looking for things like coal, cider, traps,” A monster of questionable gender walked by, “not the person kind, the small animal kind. And-“ Oh right. “Inferno hair gel. I need five, not 22 of everything on my list. Uh-“

He had no clue. “Can you help me, er, point me in the right direction?”
Can she also do that glitch thing again? That was really cool. I wonder if her clothes glitch out too-
What that is a horrible thought.
Just because YOU can’t admire a nice ghost rack doesn’t mean I can’t.
Pervert.
Said the one dating an underage ghoul.
…touché.

Congrats, you picked one of the craziest ghouls to ask. Way to go.

Dis was being his usual helpful self as Marcus was trying to find a reason he needed of the things he did. "Uh-" Taking a step back he wondered if his cover was blown. "I honestly don't know. He just asks for this stuff and it's no exactly smart to say no. He uh-"
Say he tries to set you on fire if you don't obey.
"He tries to set me on fire if I don't do what he says." Great now he sounded murderous. But.. Dr.H kind of was, shooting his assistant in the head in front of people for kicks.

Looking at the stores Marcus frowned. What was a 'Homoncul Us' and what did it sell? From the store windows, crap. "I need to get.." He tried to rattle off the stuff in his head.
"Quality cider, blank runestones, fear candy, pumpkin pills, inferno hair gel, minipet traps, coal and junk." He knew he was forgetting something but figured it would come to him later.
Fancy junk!
"Oh fancy junk. Do they have that here?"

Why Dr. H wanted Junk, Marcus had no idea. All he assumed was that it was just a way to further torment him. "My uncle has a sadistic streak." A mile wide one at that. As the ghoul told him how to get fancy junk, (Did Dr. H want him to dig in the trash or something?) Marcus nodded, going along with it.

"Cider.." Wasn't that like...alcohol here. "Is probably going to be my most difficult." Fishing around his pockets he didn't find anything like an ID. Well that was just perfect. Hopefully halloween was a little less strict with underage drinking. The store... did look less than legit, even by halloween standards. 'Half price body parts' totally looks legit after all. Along with random minipets in tiny cages.
They will have what you're looking for. I'd bet silver on it. Walking into the store, ghoul on his arm, Marcus coughed at the name question. "Ur...Mar-k. Mark." Yeah he sucked at names on the fly. Glancing over he saw... rocks. And ribbons. "What kind of a store is this anyway?"

"Nice to meet you Pepin." Enemy or not, no reason to be rude. Plus he really needed help. Shoving his hand, (Paw?) in his pocket he pulled out a hefty number of seeds. "I THINK I have enough for everything. If not I suppose I can-" He cut himself off. Nope he wasn't going steal... yet. He would if he had to. Looking as his golem he cracked a smile. "I am good with my body as is." He didn't want to think what the golem might do if he tried to modify it.

"But hopefully what I need doesn't cost an arm and a leg." He caught the pun after he said it chuckling a bit. Quickly they found two bins. One labeled 'junk' the other 'fancy junk'. He couldn't tell the difference. Coal was up by the register so- three things down.. now just to get that cider. "So.. about that cider. Any recommendations?" Aka how the ******** do I get it and what the ******** is quality anyway.

Hrm. Was there a real moral high ground in Halloween? Considering what they did…what they were… he didn’t think so. While his moral compass said no to theft, he was going to ignore it.
They catch you it’s gonna succckkkkkkk.
Then I won’t get caught.
How do you say it? El oh el? Because that’s what I’m thinking now. You’re about as silent and stealthy as a werewolf in a pumpkin patch.
A what?
Just bribe the girl.
Picking up the coal, junk, and- the fancy junk, Marcus was ready to buy it. “Hrm…” What would she want? “Well, what do you want in exchange for the cider? I still need to buy this stuff but I’m sure we can work out a deal.” Did she want makeup of something? Maybe some food? (whatever they made he). Jewelry? Hell. What did ghost..things like.
Maybe she likes undead wargs.
…riiiight
Just sayin’

Moral high ground? What’s that? Marcus left morals behind as Pepin created a distraction and the ‘undead warg’ pilfered the 6 pack of cider. Cider get. Looking for Pepin, he quickly shoved the cider into his backpack. At least the golem had a backpack. As the owner was still trying to silence the televisions… Marcus figured to hell with it. He shoved the coal and junk in there too. It was just junk after all.

Looking for Pepin he managed to spot her in the back, quickly going to her. “I think I’ve gotten all I need from here. Plus can’t imagine the guy is going to be happy to find his cider gone.” Lingering was not wise. “I can get something to pay you back once uh-“ s**t. The guy was now done with the TVs. “s**t let’s just get out.”

"Everything that they had I needed is in the bag." Literally. Going off his mental checklist he recounted the items. "Blank rune stones, pumpkin pills, some bags of FEAR candy, vile vials, scareling's primers, and the hair gel." He was pretty sure that was all. A little down the maul there was a general store...along with a few electronics. Maybe he could get her something to pay her back there. "Would that place have what I need?" He pointed at it, hoping he was right. "You also need to tell me what you want."

Aside from making him freak.