The guard job had gone so well last time, that Maebe was raring to try another one. She settled herself in front of the Embassy and waited for the inevitable human mob. They came like clockwork, almost as if someone was driving them to be this way. (And someone was! The War horsemen, specifically.)
They had their torches and pitchforks back. It was so cute. Maebe almost regretted trying to fight them.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Crossroads
This is Halloween Crossroads
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