You come home one afternoon to find a package waiting for you in the mailbox. It’s a small parcel with only the image of a smiling, friendly jack-o-lantern where a sender’s address should be. When you open the package, a porcelain pumpkin bearing the same smile as the sender’s image falls into your palm. The only other thing that you can find in the package is a small business card with the name Perniciousa inscribed in gold lettering. When you google the name, nothing comes up but you’re pretty sure you recall seeing a new store pop up with that name on the outskirts of the shopping district of Destiny City. It must be some sort of advertisement for the holiday season - neat! The store doesn't look quite open yet but hopefully it will be in time for the holiday!
He rolled the little thing in his palm. Such a benign thing, sending out pumpkins. Cute if pointless and needless, not to mention expensive. Which brought to question why? Winston was no fool- if he were back home this would portent either another fancy party his folks wanted him to go to in order to rub elbows or try and seduce his way into old money, or, this was a very obvious threat. Threat in a joke sort of way. Rich white kids just be like that some times. Still, the non native man rolled the orange pumpkin in his hand and considered throwing it away. It served no real, actual purpose aside from decor and he wasn’t overly fond of his first real Halloween in Destiny city. What with the damn Hospital event, the clown, the feelings, he rather disliked all the ambient magical bullshit that seemed to rise. Why couldn’t it be nice. Like that what was t- cryptid? Moth man. Yeah, some ambivalent creature that just existed to get tourism. Really, the city might as well have built itself a ‘terrorism house of horrors’ and people would come to see it. Heck, make it a thing- vigilante justice watches. Start a grassroots thing. Pity really. Could be good. Get tourism and draw out senshi… or fools willing to dress up and be mistaken and turned into easy star seed fodder. Certainly would make his work easier.
He did a bit of digging but nothing came up in the end. Not until he was sent out shopping for a costume and finding yet again, he looked good as a vampire and so just accepted his fate as having to be one for the upcoming party he was going to. It looked like an interesting shop but, not one he’d frequent. What did they even sell? Hard to say. It just looked boring. Uninteresting. Dull even. The pumpkin was cute but as before, ultimately useless so he didn’t bother with it really.
It ended up acting as a tiny paper weight on his table for mail that was incoming but not much else. In a way, he found it rather comical. Money spent on cheap porcelain figures that in the past would have been expensive but now were worth nothing but pennies. Oh how men of the past would loath the future. Things they fought and died for and thought their height of opulence reduced to dime store memorabilia used in ads.
Her found it sobering at times when his mind drifted to it. That he was given a trinket to somehow inspire him to look, ask questions, seek it out. He resenting it for the same reason as well. Just so- he found it sad in the end. He had no use for it, but kept it because it was his. Selfish and possessive. Pointless and meaningless, it existed none the less. Perhaps that was just the way of things now. To exist for consumption.
He would prefer a simpler life all around honestly.
