So it seemed the bird's weakness was their guide. Fitting. West smiled as a brief chuckle escaped him and he followed the Trick or Treater at a clumsy run. The screams that echoed behind them were music to his ears, urging him forward even in his cumbersome disguise. When they finally stopped, West looked around. This place was familiar, but it still took the boil a moment to figure out where they were. Back at the beginning. Was it time to go?

He wasted no time removing his horrible disguise when prompted, and once the costume was gone, he found himself rejuvenated, ready for one last assignment in this garish place. The bag Desu-chan retrieved from a nearby bush was full of all sorts of incriminating things, but West only took a couple of letters and a box of chocolates, his fingers carefully skirting every last pair of underwear and charm that he could. When he did touch them, his hand almost invariably twitched away from the item and a small frown pulled at his lips. No pumpkins.

With his charming weapons of sabotage at the ready, West ventured back toward the park, keeping to the shadows. He passed an older couple by, assuming that they had been together too long to fall for some planted chocolates. There were an extraordinary number of scarelings playing close by, but unless there was something seriously wrong around here, he doubted they were even together to break up in the first place. He deemed several more couples not worth his limited time, finally stumbling across a pair, quite literally, tripping over the boil's reptilian tail. He was a... dinosaur... a white one, with red fur (?) on his chest and a little plastic heart on the outside edge of his left eye. The ghoul he was with was some sort of sexy cupid monstrosity, horrifying, but still somehow way out of the dinosaur's league. West couldn't hide the initial look of panicked surprise he gave them, but he got it locked down quickly enough, smiling in what he hoped passed for more genuine than sarcastic around here.

"Sorry 'bout that," he choked out, the smile widening. Being this pleasant was almost painful, but somewhere deep inside, he actually felt like he was learning something. At least his victims didn't seem to notice his discomfort, not even when he remained silent after his apology, searching for something to say that couldn't be construed as suspicious. "You, um, have a phone call, miss," West continued, his voice and mannerisms slow and deliberate so as not to scare them. He pointed off in a random direction as the ghoul fluttered to her feet and pecked the dinosaur on the cheek.

"Be right back, Dovey-Wuvvykins!" she cooed, planting a kiss on the end of her boilfriend's nose.

"Great... gh... girl y'got there," West said, trying not to gag. He sidled closer to the ghoul's purse as the dinosaur watched her go. Chocolates, check. Breakup letter, done.

"Yeah, she's..." Dovey-Wuvvy turned around, but his mysterious new friend was gone.

Well, not gone exactly. West crouched behind a tree not far off, watching as the dinosaur noticed the chocolates, lifted them from his ghoulfriend's handbag, opened them, and poured the entire heart-shaped box into his mouth. Okay then. He picked up the letter, unfolding it with his fuzzy mitten hands and skimming it, a growing look of horror obvious even on his perma-happy face. The dinosaur staggered to his feet and stumbled off to the nearest shrub, puking up all of his delicious chocolates.

West's work was done. He felt a little nauseous himself, but MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.