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As you head down a very familiar route that you frequent one night, you come across someone giving away free candy corn. Whether you love it or hate it, free is free and you decide to take it home, shoving it in your pocket to be forgotten. Eventually you head to bed, only to be woken up but a soft, high - pitched snarling sound near the foot of your bed. You sit up and find that the candy corn is splayed out across the floor, and among it, in the center of what seems to be a sacrificial circle… Is a knee high gremlin shaped like a candy corn. It sees you and bites you, before scampering away. Before you can catch it, it's disappeared. Sans the strange little bite on your leg, there's no evidence this was anything more than a dream, and by morning the marks are almost completely gone. The only lingering effect is an extreme need to consume sugar for the next twenty four hours.
As you head down a very familiar route that you frequent one night, you come across someone giving away free candy corn. Whether you love it or hate it, free is free and you decide to take it home, shoving it in your pocket to be forgotten. Eventually you head to bed, only to be woken up but a soft, high - pitched snarling sound near the foot of your bed. You sit up and find that the candy corn is splayed out across the floor, and among it, in the center of what seems to be a sacrificial circle… Is a knee high gremlin shaped like a candy corn. It sees you and bites you, before scampering away. Before you can catch it, it's disappeared. Sans the strange little bite on your leg, there's no evidence this was anything more than a dream, and by morning the marks are almost completely gone. The only lingering effect is an extreme need to consume sugar for the next twenty four hours.
It was a damn Thursday.
Thursday was calm, Thursday was quiet. She was walking home from classes really, and the seasonearned a response from vendors -- pumpkinsales, gourds of other varieties for after, candied apples amd the closer to home she got...
Free... Candy corn?
Yolanda Hydrus was taken back by that one. It had been anaverager, busy day of class and she was tired, surprsed by FREE BLOODY BEAUTIFUL CANDY CORN! and tilted her head as the vendor BEAMED.
"Care to try the best candy corn ever. ,iss?" He asked. Yolie prepared to answer, when she was presented with a generous serving andf nearly squeaked, pocketing it before it spilled. Really, someone at home might want it.
She forgot it existed entirely as she walked in to see her cousins fighting over the TV with her sistyers, sighing. They all lived together because her father and uncle both thought it meant extra hands to mind five teens to adults in college, and it seemed Gloria spend most of her time deulling off her nephews. Well, Six, if Ceto ever acted out, Yolie remembered, watching the quiet blonde fetch a chocolate milk. She and Alana were the babies, and Yolie hummed, turning to cook for the night, and stared at a tidy package on the counter.
Every night one family member cooked, minus the youngest. It taught responswibility and it was fun for Yolie, but the others could make suggestions. The paper was brown, the sticker a local butcher, and Yolie groaned.
"Deer, snake, froggs, bird...."
"Venison." Zayne walked to the breakfast nook, eying her pocket. "What did you...."
"Oh. Some free candy corn. You wa--"
"I'm out." Zayne raised his hjasnds, almost sneering. "I hunted, I had it cleaned, I'm not eating some oversweet hardened syrup and dyes."
"Screw you too. I thought you were boar hunting today." Yolie gestured at the other adult, and Zeke spoke from the living room as Gaelle tried climbing the tallest of Vincent's sons.
"We got that too, Zayne is in a Mood. GAELLE BEGONE YE DEMON!"
"Sis get off Zeke, he has the preppy, remember?" Yolie rolled her eyes, thje sound of a horrified squawk from the living room summoning Zayne as Yolie simply began to prepare the venison.
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She was sleeping. She'd all but forgotten the candy corn entirely, and yet it remained.
Yolie woke to a low murmur, the deepest of thrumming chants piercing the room's quiet, and immediately she looked under the bed. No Zeke. No Gaelle. No-- She glanced to the foot of her bed to see the candy corn in a summoning circle, and in the center... A candy corneatuyre.
"Not... Funny... Sis....?" Yolie murmured, before the gremlin turned baleful glowing white eyes on her, and she screeched, jerking back in alsrm as it moved deftly. swiftly, and decisively, enacting the spite of the global forgotten candy corn supply with an unholy shriek before Yolie yelped as it's fangs sank into flesh. Yikuw twkowsmBS RGEWQ RGW FEWNKUB IYR GWE QUBSIQCr ur axewNWSA SHRILL 'vengeanceformybrothers!' BEFORE IT WAS GONE, AND SHE INSPECTED HER HAND. nO BLOOD, AND SHE SIGHED, GOING TOI WASH HER HANDS BEFORE GOING TO BED AGAIN, SIGHING. sHE WAS CLEANING IN THE MORROW.
fLORIA hYDRUS WATCHED HER STEP DAUGHTER STAGGER IN, STYARING HAZILY AT HER HAND AND THEN SIGHED, MOTIONING TO THE WOMAN SOFTLY THE FOLLOWING MORNING. tHE LARGER WOMAN WAS BUILT LIKE A CELT AND LOOKED AS MEAN AS AN ORC, BUT SHE LIKED COOKING FOR THE KIDS IN THE MORNING, AND MOTIONED yOLIE TO SIT WITH HER SIBLINGS AND COUSINS, BRINGING OVER SOME COFFEE.
"tHANGGGZZZZZ MOM...." yOLIE SLURRED SLEEPILY, TAKING HER MUG TO ADD MILK. sHE EYED THE SUGAR, BEFORE ADDING TWO EXTRA SPOONFULS TO HER USUAL, STIRRING AND SIPPING. wHATEVER HAOPENED, SHE'D TOSSED THE DEVILCORNS BEFORE COMING DOWN AND NOW SHE WAS TRYING TO FULLY WAKE UP, EYES LOWERING TO HER HAND AGAIN AT TWO, NEARLY GONE PINPRICKS. Sighing, she decided mpt top discuss the deoncorm/ She was just....
Really craving sugar...
