Ezekiel"Hahahahahaha!" The feral smile widened, Zeke readied to attack, but-!
She vanished.
Zeke blinked.
"Haaa?"
You know even for a role, it still feels weird to be called that by a stranger... Escape? Not a bad choice. She was a better woman with her head attached to her torso. As the burning aura slowly waned, Zeke's face relaxed, and his smile turned into
their calm and content expression. Was it a mask? Was it their real face? For a liar and a scoundrel who couldn't even protect a single comrade, playing along was just fine.
They had no use for the dead.
Instead, the mysterious man turned their eyes to the living. As its - their tattered cloak swayed under burning winds, you could almost notice a bar code tattooed to the new vessel. Almost like he was less of a human and more of a product. An object. A tool. Something bred to be used and thrown away.
"Now then, I thought I heard someone saying something like..." Shadows swirled around Zeke's fingertips, forming a small bat that cried out with a familiar voice.
"I'd rather be slave to humanity than a slave to you!"
A darkness creased over their face, Zeke's face... and they smiled. A dark, evil glow burned in the vessel's eyes, making the earth tremble in its malice as the sun lowered and prostrated before the evil star. "That's right... so I guess you can't complain after all... if I have my way with all of you!"
The sun had already set over Halloween Town. The destruction, the decimation...
Was being slowly repaired. Dark organisms roamed the grounds and used their combined power to repair the smashed buildings and burnt streets of their own free will. As the dead and injured were tallied and brought to safety, beasts from another world soared across the skies, keeping vigilant watch over any survivors from either side so they may be brought to safety.
But while these resources were being salvaged, an unspeakable evil brewed in the heart of the district. It bubbled, burnt with anticipation, and-
"Pwaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh! This is delicious! So good, so goooooooooooooooooooooood~!" Zeke took a big bulp of the pumpkin soul, gorging it down greedily like it was the best and only thing they had tasted in centuries. Without any regard, dignity or pride, it munched and gulped down on fermented pumkin beer, pumkin seeds, pumkin pies, roasted pumpkin, pumpkin risotto, deep fried pumkpin, pumkpin ice cream, pumpkin milkshake, pumpkin salad, pickled pumkin, barbecued pumpkin and more. And he wasn't the only one. The remaining resistance members and civilians had been summoned here to partake in this meal together, to speak and reassure one another, or just to recuperate while the wounded where tended to.
It was Zeke's idea, of course. After all, they wished to know more of this place and its cultures. Food was an important step to understanding this people. And to be honest, they were starving. But as Zeke kept munching on, the stares pointed at a single body finally registered, and a blush appeared on their... Zeke's face.
"Um, I mean, it's appetizing. Adequate. Uh, just forget what you saw, okay? And I'll have more of that pie please, it's simply scrumptious." Zeke turned to the bat girl. "Have you ever eaten something this delicious? You've gotta try it."
